Hello people of the Death Note world... Its jezzaanne at your service for your reading needs :)

Ok this story is called Addiction :D and yes it will be a Light/L pairing, along with any other pairings I decide to throw in...

Another thing, this will be rated M for a very valid reason. This is for only mature people only. There will be blood and heavy gore. Along with graphic violence. :/ Dont say I didnt warn you.

Very, very graphic. :/ Be warned.

So to whomever reads this story, this is one of many stories I shall juggle. It shall get updated regularly and I promise my readers that.

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Oo~ Addiction ~oO

Mass murders have broken out across the world. The Shinigami world is crumbling as a result. Light Yagami is bought back as a Shinigami to stop the murders. Too bad all Shinigami have an addiction and Light's is the most painful one of all.

o~…~o

The dust swivelled in a small tornado around Light. His nose blocked up and he tried to hold down the incoming cough that was tearing apart his throat.

'Where am I'?

Light had no idea where he was. He gazed around the vast, gnarled wasteland looking for nobody in particular.

Was this 'nothingness'?

'Ryuk' the name burnt Light's tongue like acid and the memories surfaced as the young man recalled his time with the Shinigami. True Ryuk was more of a rogue, breaking the rules and manipulating humans into a game that he found amusing. But when Light needed him most, he wasn't there. He knew the Shinigami had a tricky habit of following people around without his Death Note; he had often followed Light around.

But he didn't come to help.

Light saw that as betrayal, he wanted the perfect world. He thought it was an achievable goal, but Ryuk had seen it all a game. A fight that amused him until he got bored, then everybody died as a result.

Light died.

A breeze swept up and tousled Light's bronze locks in his face when he heard a whisper on the wind, "Come to me Light!"

Unnerved Light stood where he was until he heard the whisper again "If you seek redemption for your wrongdoings I suggest you walk forwards." Light fought against his better morals and took the first step into the grey wasteland.

There was a howl of wind that swept around Light's feet as he walked. It buffeted him but Light made the effort to move on, Redemption. Would he be given a chance? This played in Light's mind numerous times until he reached a large valley.

Whale bones protruded from the earth and loomed above him casting eerier shadows over the contrasted grey lands.

There was nothing here, maybe it was nothingness. His soul was doomed because he had done the right thing. Anger flared to life within Light, he was Justice! He wanted to create a world without crime, was that such a bad thing to strive for? A place where people lived together in harmony and peace. The ultimate, perfect world and he was going to play god.

"You were never a God Yagami Light; you had warped yourself into thinking that you were supreme. You forget that even gods can fall."

The voice whispered in his head and Light jerked around to see if he could find the source of the whisperings. He spotted something in the distance, but from what he saw was a large floating mass that seemed to be connected to the very bleak sky itself.

Light frowned shielding his eyes and started to move forward again. Moving towards the mass Light was soon able to distinguish many features and what this thing actually was.

As he approached closer and closer, Light found himself eerily calm. He didn't panic or have the slightest sliver of fear.

Above him, the large mass rumbled with life. It was held up by a series of chains and what intrigued Light the most was that the perfect skull sitting in the middle of the globe glared at him. The larger outer formation of the skull sneered and the voice appeared again, "So you have stumbled upon the King of Death Yagami Light?"

"Shinigami" Light was able to whisper. He blinked in befuddlement; he was in the Shinigami realm. What was he doing here? Why was the Shinigami King speaking with him?

Questions bounded around his head which began to instantly ache. Light fought against the urge to put his hand to his head, it was a sign of weakness. A god should never show any weakness.

"You were never a God" The Shinigami King whispered harshly "You know nothing of being 'God' you have to see it from the different angles as well."

Light watched the skull gleam, the jaw hanging open as if it were laughing at him in silent hilarity. However the skull around it contorted again and it looked angry. "You should deserve to die Yagami Light, to be punished eternally in Nothingness; you abused the use of the Death Note and disrupted the balance of all Shinigami."

Light couldn't help but roll his eyes and there was a hiss that erupted from the globe. The human took a step back and the King continued his voice filled with a loathing that Light didn't like. "After the death of Kira, you're wrong doings over society were undone. Life was stabilised. I was able to order the Shinigami to restore order and only those closest to Kira, friend or foe only holds memories of you, to the rest of the world…you never existed."

Light was going to protest but the King went on "Soon after, Shinigami Sidoh went missing. We have not been able to locate him, when he disappeared another Shinigami Zellogi also vanished. Now killings have erupted all around the world. This Kira is three times worse than what you were; it had destroyed the balance between the human world and the Shinigami world."

Light was able to comprehend the situation but he couldn't help but think to himself angrily 'They took my spot, took my destiny, my justice, they abuse the power and destroy everything." Light looked up and said "What do you want me to do about this?"

"The world lost a great mind that day" the King said after a moment of silence "You will know the working of this new Kira, if he isn't stopped both worlds will crumble to ruin. You cannot have perfection without chaos."

He had a point

"Therefore, I am granting you Shinigami godhood, your mission is to find Sidoh and Zellogi. Stop this new Kira and along the way, you will see how your idea of perfection was really a ruin."

Light was shocked into silence, "becoming a Shinigami, infinite power."

The King hissed "The Shinigami realm will become a burden on your shoulders, the more wrongdoing you do, the heavier it gets. You do well and it will become lighter, it is up to you, if you do not wake up to yourself, a lot of humans and Shinigami will perish."

Light nodded, he thought to himself vehemently "Those bastards will pay for what they did, they have destroyed everything I tried to achieve for. Destroyed a lot more than what I had even thought of, if the Shinigami will die, that's means… I will too."

His teeth grinded together and the King whispered nonchalantly "Are you ready Yagami Light?"

Before he could even answer there was a rumbling sound intense pain shot right through Light's body. He convulsed and made a choking noise that ripped right from his chest. It was searing hot pain. Far worse than that of being shot.

His knees buckled beneath him and Light fell onto the grey dust, it swirled around his head and another agonised yell was ripped from him when more pain spear bolted through his body.

"Shinigami, you are under my command, you follow my rules… If you do wrong you will end the world and it will be your fault and your fault alone."

Light gasped and writhed on the grey dust and looked up at the Shinigami King through his stinging gaze. His legs convulsed and jerked out beneath him and the King clanked his chains and two large arms came out.

Blackness swirled around the hands and a black book appeared.

A Death Note.

Light bit back against the pain and struggled to his feet, the King held out the Death Note. "This is your Death Note; all the rules ever invented will be hardwired in your head once you touch it, if you disobey, you will die or suffer severe punishment by my hands."

Light nodded swaying slightly and took the Death Note. More pain shot through him and he cried out in pain. The King chuckled as Light stumbled; he was trying to keep his balance.

"Shinigami, Yagami Light, this is punishment. You are now a God of Death, sent by the Shinigami King to regain balance. Stop this new Kira and get back those missing Shinigami."

He chuckled lowly then added in his own hissing voice "This will be different Yagami Light, wrongdoings of your past have been reversed, people you killed out of spite have returned. They are not your enemies; they will become… your greatest allies."

o~…~o

Darkness enveloped Light; he clutched his Death Note closely as he plummeted to Earth. He was going to hit the Earth and he was going to hit it hard.

He had to do something… but what?

Light spun through the air, as he gained more speed was the time when he began to panic.

"Wings" he thought desperately "I need wings."

He had willed it, pain ricocheted through his spine and there was a large 'whoosh' noise and Light landed a foot from face plating the ground. He opened his eyes and saw the concrete centimetres from his face.

He gasped feeling the fear pummel through him. Shinigami shouldn't be scared but hell, Light couldn't help it. He lifted himself up and landed on his feet tentatively. He looked around the dark streets. It was devoid of any life, shadows shifted and a light breeze swept through the tall buildings.

Light hesitated slightly and then lifted his gaze. He had clear night vision and saw the tiniest movement from all around him.

Wings

Light looked up and saw large black wings the length of him. They were almost batlike but sort of held an angel quality to them. Large black feathers fell to the ground and brushed against the back of his large, baggy white shirt and the tips almost brushed the ground.

He gaped in silent wonder, was this really happening? He was given redemption. At a cost but at least he didn't end up in the nothingness.

Light tucked away his wings and was shocked when they melted away and they became a thick leather jacket. It fell about him and fit like a glove. He was protected by the cold and metal chains crisscrossed across his chest.

Light was still holding his very own Death Note and wondered where to put it. He gently touched the chains which chinked together softly. He followed a chain which crisscrossed across his back and stopped when he felt a metal pouch. It seemed to be encrusted with gems or something like what when Light ran his fingers through it. He immediately imagined it to be like Ryuk's pouch.

Looking at his Death Note quietly, Light opened the first page and saw that the usually white writing on the inside of the cover was gold. He brushed the first page where the delicate black lines were. He shut the book with a snap and tucked it in the pouch on his back. He heard the jangling of chains as the Death Note was put securely into its place. The jacket fell back against him and everything seemed odd. He didn't know how long he had been dead for, and what had been reversed when he had gone?

Light looked around the black alley street and took a step over the stones. As he took his step, a massive invisible force seemed to fall on him.

The impact was so strong that it made Light collapse. His limbs felt like lead and his lungs seemed to be full of water. He couldn't get to his feet, he struggled and struggled. Trying to heave himself back up, he fell against a building and scraped his fingernails down the brickwork. Leaning his weight against it he finally staggered up and his breaths were long and laboured.

The weight of the Shinigami world

Fuck, if the world was already this heavy how could it get even heavier? Light recalled the Kings words, "you do well and it will get lighter."

If Light continued to screw with the natural balance, or this new Kira continued to destroy everything, this weight would crush Light entirely.

Clearing his head of the new, intensive weight upon him Light willed back his wings. They melted from his jacket and manifested around him and Light took off in a flurry of black dust and alley way garbage.

Light soared through the towers and flew higher and higher. He was able to recognise the city he was in as Tokyo. So he was in his home country at least. He spread his wings out further and he streaked to a tall building. A large lightning rod protruded from the roof and Light flew to it and perched on one foot right on the top of the pole. With his wings flung out behind him keeping his balance, Light was able to survey the damage that was done in his absence.

He looked down to the street below him which was bustling with cars but hardly any pedestrians. The moon hung above Light, shrouding him in silvery light. A large screen on the side of the building advertising cosmetic ranges suddenly flashed off and a news report flashed to life.

Instantly the main CBD of Tokyo froze and everyone stopped and stared at the large screen.

"Another mass murder has happened, reports state that about 250 individuals were murdered in the country of Australia. Police reports around the world have flooded in with the worlds best detectives completely left in the dark. Many have feared that Kira has gone a vengeful rampage, killing more than criminals. He has killed business people to even the homeless living on the streets, nobody is safe.

Others have said that this is not the Kira that had risen to power over six years ago. All went quiet until now; this is another killer that does not go by the name of a killer. He is a mass murderer, pleas have gone out to the old Kira to return and kill this criminal but nothing has been done as more and more people die each day."

The screen went dark and the advertisements blared back and everybody stood still for a moment longer before they started their usual nightly runs. Light was frozen in place, he balanced on the pole with his mind whirring with the news he had just heard.

This was more than just 'another' Kira.

This was serious and this was what was causing the mayhem between the realm of the living and the realm of the Shinigami.

Shaking his head of the boiling anger rising within him, Light jumped from the pole and sluiced through the air like a knife through butter. He had to find the cause of this bloody massacre. It was destroying the world, destroying the very word of justice. Nothing seemed to exist in society today. It was just a frightened shell.

He fought the hardest battle he had ever endured and for what…For fucking what?

Nothing, that's what it all accounted for,

The night enveloped him and Light had to think to where he would go first. What would he do? There were two Shinigami missing, so speaking, 2 Death Notes. So maybe, just maybe there was more than one murderer.

There could be two, working and helping each other. Just as Light would have done.

That was one thing Light could determine. 2 murderers, 2 Shinigami that had to be saved from the manipulation and torture they were possibly enduring.

Light felt his wings whip through the air propelling him through the vast blackness. He thought to himself, 'the rules state that only six Death Notes can exist in the human world at one time, so there would be the two that's missing, Ryuk would be prowling around here somewhere so that makes three'. Light faltered slightly 'Near would have Ryuk's notebook, he wouldn't let him burn it, Ryuk especially doesn't like to let things of his get destroyed, then there's mine.'

4

So there were 4 Death Notes around, then there was 1 that Light had gotten made. One that foolish Teru Mikami had made and the fake that had been kept in the safe and Aizowa had worn one the final confrontation against Near had happened.

5

Light clenched his fists. He dare not think about that child. Without the evidence that L had collected, Near would have been lost in pitch blackness. He took the credit, destroyed Kira and used the name L for his own benefit.

Light was sure that he would never like Near, the child trying to act all grown up and superior to those around him, he was like 15 for crying out loud.

Another large gush of wind rushed through Light's newly acquired wings and he thought to himself desperately, "alright if I am going to start this, the first place I will look is at the police station, I might get some clues to what they are trying to do."

Light's first idea sprang to life within his head and he stopped in the darkness and scanned the streets below him and made his line to the police station. There he would get his answers. He dipped lower into the streets, the streetlights illuminating his way. Shadows darted over the tops of the cars as he sped past. He saw people look up almost fearfully as the breeze swept past them and Light couldn't help but think "This foolish murderer has destroyed everything I had ever worked for; people respected Kira for killing the ones against justice, now everybody fears death more than anything. Kira is not a saviour in their eyes anymore."

As Light left the Central Business District he came closer and closer to the police station where he was flooded with many memories of what he had done here. The things he done, the killings he had conducted, the people he had used and betrayed, the people he had killed.

The lights were on, it was quiet though. Light didn't know what the time was. Gnawing his lip in thought the young man landed on the front steps of the police station. His wings melted away and he readjusted his jacket.

A police officer walked right through him unaware of Light's presence and the Shinigami bowed his head and accepted the fate. He shifted uncomfortably with the heavy weight upon him and running his fingers through his tousled brown hair once, Light Yagami stepped into the bright lights of the police station to try and save the world he had tried so hard to make perfect.

o~…~o

It was 10:30 pm

The clock hands ticked silently on the clock hanging above the desk. The police station was quiet. A person sat on the seats beside the administration desk and a police officer typed away on a computer. A door opened and shut quietly and Light looked around the room overcome with many memories.

Another police officer came out and handed some files to the one on the computer. They were taken and the words were murmured, "He has been working on this new Kira case for months, he hasn't gotten anywhere."

The files were put beside the computer and the officer called in the person waiting.

"You can come in and tell us what you have accomplished."

Light stood in the centre of the room with his hands in the pockets of his jacket when he saw the person get up to his feet.

Light watched the young man pass him and frowned as if he recognised the guy.

He had dark red hair and bright orange goggles perched on his forehead. He wore a black and red striped skivvy with a large white vest and black pants. Dressed pretty erratically.

A smoke dangled on the side of his bottom lip and the officer said, "You are going to have to put that out" gesturing to the cigarette.

The man shrugged and dropped the cigarette on the floor and crushed it under his foot. "There" he drawled, "Its out."

He smirked at the officer and reached into his pocket and pulled out a small portable game and the cheesy starting music blared throughout the quiet room. The officer sighed and opened the door and the younger man strolled right on in and the door was shut again.

Light turned his attention to the file beside the computer, he took a step forward and froze when the officer snapped his head up and he seemed to be looking right at Light. "He can't see me can he?" he thought to himself. He felt relief flutter lightly in his chest when another officer walked in behind him and hung up large blue jacket. "Quiet night again" a familiar voice rang out.

Light spun around and cringed slightly when his chains clanked together loudly but he had to remind himself that he was totally invisible and nobody could see or hear him. He looked to the newcomer and his jaw tightened. He knew the man, very well.

It was Matsuda.

The young man hadn't changed. He still wore that friendly, goofy smile and he walked with that slight bounce in his step. He always seemed to be in a good mood, tonight seemed to be no exception.

Light didn't like the man as he once had; he was the one who shot him. One who had basically killed him and killed his plans of being Kira. Light frowned and looked at his wrist, where the first bullet had struck him. The scar was an ugly black colour, veins of red ran through it and Light snapped his head back to the man.

His vision went red and Light saw Matsuda walk past him, golden letters and numbers above his head. 'Touta Matsuda.' A lot of numbers were squiggled beneath his name and the last number dropped off at every second.

He had a long life ahead of him, that's if Light didn't want to kill him out of spite or revenge. As his thoughts went murderous, Light's knees felt weak as if he was going to collapse again. The intense feeling of being crushed rose again and Light struggled to stay upright and changed his trail of thought.

Light walked over the linoleum floors, his large black boots making large echoing 'thump, thump' noises throughout the room. The chains rattled together and Light walked through the desk and stood beside the officer. He needed that file to be opened. He grit his teeth, then looked up to see Matsuda walking around the long desk.

"Is that the Kira file?" he asked

He got a nod in response and the young detective ran his fingers through his long black tresses. "Every time I hear that name I just shudder, all I see is Light's face." He flicked open the file, obscuring Light's view and he continued to speak, "He went crazy that day, I shot him, I couldn't believe I done it at first. But he was a madman. After everything we went through as a team, he turned out to be the enemy." He dropped the file and Light watched outraged as the information he needed was hidden again.

"But now that Light is gone, everything went from bad to worse. Not even the detectives can put a handle on this situation. Do you think Light is getting revenge from the other side?"

Light rolled his eyes, he wanted to stroll over and smack Matsuda upside the head and yell "I'm just here you idiot, I have to save your sorry backside, but I wouldn't mind kicking it first."

The other officer shook his head and hushed Matsuda, they both looked towards the front of the department and Light felt his gut drop to his feet. Another person emerged and as he came into the light, the Shinigami froze and was unable to speak.

It took a good couple of minutes before Light was able to gather his thoughts, he watched the man walk to the coat hooks and hang up his large black jacket. Light felt his breathing hitch, for the first time he felt remorse and guilt.

Soichiro Yagami looked a lot older; he had grey streaked hair, consuming what was once black. Numerous wrinkles had appeared on his face and his eyes were no longer sparking with life. They were dead and silent.

"Is this what the King meant about my wrongdoings being reversed?" Light wondered frantically. He stared at his father some more, this was a shell of what his father used to be. Was he the one that had done that to him? He didn't make a move to even walk over to his dad. Light stood behind the desk with his hand on the Kira file and he waited for his dad to speak.

"Had had a rough night tonight Mr Yagami" Matsuda said with his voice filling with concern, "What did the hospital say?" Soichiro rubbed his face wearily "They told me to retire, the more stress I am under from this place the worse the heart attacks. But I can't leave this place until everything is settled." He walked to the end of the desk and sighed, "I thought everything was bad when Light was-" he didn't finish the sentence and he walked to the file beside the computer and stood right in Light.

Light watched his hand pass right through his father's body and couldn't fathom the plethora of feelings that were whizzing through his body.

He didn't know what to feel.

Light stepped from his father and saw the file opened. He saw his college picture, the last photo he had taken of him. Kira the name seemed so evil now. Everybody took it so seriously. Light looked to his father when Soichiro spoke, "He had reopened it now, I think he wishes that Light was here so he could have somebody to blame. All he does is sit there in front of the computers and stare. He doesn't even attempt to eat all the ridiculous amounts of sugar that's put in front of him."

That hit a memory nerve and Light frowned and willed somebody to take the subject further. "Has he requested more help?" Matsuda asked and the Chief sighed, "He claims to be the best detective in the world, but this has him more than stumped, of course he has all his leads but they all end up cold." Soichiro shook his head "He had contacted me on several times, once sending his condolences for raising Kira, he has a dry sense of humour but he seems different. Not as motivated."

The door opened and the smartass young man appeared still playing that little handheld device. He looked up when he saw the Chief, he nodded his head and threw a piece of paper at Soichiro, "Ryuzaki wants to discuss things in detail with you tomorrow."

He left not a moment after that, lighting a cigarette as he walked past the long window.

Light was left there dumbfounded.

So… L was alive after all.

o~…~o