Disclaimer: I Do Not Own Death Note. Some L x Light.

He stood alone and afraid, bare feet crunching uncomfortably on black sand underfoot with clouds racing their way across the sky. A dark windswept plain stretched out before him in all directions. Sand blasted into him, cutting into his flesh, slashing at his clothes, driving him to his knees.

Whispers lurked on the very cusp of his hearing. Maligant voices carried on the wind, hissing at him, blaming him for crimes that he was sure he'd never committed, accusing him of murder. Bat winged creatures danced around him, grinning horribly. Their tattered wings grazed his face, making him swoon with the sickly sweet odor of putrefaction.

The voices taunted him. 'Come back to us, Kira-sama. Our new God. You know you want it.'

'Come back. Come kill. Bring the world to justice.'

He could feel a strange sensation twisting in his chest, a forgotten memory stirring restlessly, half aware, half awake in the recesses of his mind. I am... I think...I rem...

'NO.' He cried, covering his ears, trying to block out the words in his mind. 'You've got the wrong person.' But he was only one person trying to fight the dark. The dark which not only pressed close around him, but also the darkness hidden within, a darkness twisting deep in his soul, fighting its bonds of amnesia.

In a convulsion of fear, he lashed out wildly at the darkness, trying to physically shove the voices away. There was a gasp of startlement and pain, then he was falling, dragged deeper into the darkness...

He awoke with a thump in a tangle of limbs. Warm, sinewy limbs wrapped themselves around his waist. Faintly sweet breath tickled the skin of his neck and sent shivers down his spine. The ground beneath his questing fingers was smooth and quite unlike the sands of his dream.

Opening his eyes, he was quite shocked to see two equally confused dark-ringed eyes staring back at him from under a messy black fringe. Oh. My. God...

'Are you always this violent a sleeper, Yagami-kun?' A sardonic voice asked from under him, clearly amused by the unexpected turn of events. The words stung his bruised pride and Light stood up as quickly and with as much dignity as he could muster, trying to ignore the strange, but not unpleasant, sensation of warmth he'd felt a while ago. The chain between them rattled, chafing at his wrist uncomfortably.

'I'm going back to bed, L. See you in the morning.'

'Yagami-kun?' The voice that was usually so confident held a slight almost indiscernible trace of uncertainty. It made him pause and turn to face the younger orphan who was reaching out to him 'Yagami-kun is never alone.'

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