Hello people! I just wanted to tell you that I will be calling 'Light' Raito, for those of you who don't know they're the same person. And I can promise you, this story will not be angst, it just might look that way right now. It's probably not going to end up very drama-y either.....

Special thanks to Star Jinin for reminding me that this story exists! It's not finished yet, but now it's near the top of my 'Stories to Write' list (right after Of SSJ, which I have serious writers block on)

Full summary:

Three years after his death, L is given a chance to turn back time and save the world from the new God of the World known as Kira; aka Light; aka Raito. Only, who would of guessed that he would be the one to offer him this chance…

L would not die this time, no matter what, and he will win this game they play.

Endless screens, buzzing that near-silent buzz of electricity, their glow the only light in the room. Just enough light to reveal two forms. One smaller than the other, a boy with snow white hair that layered itself over the boy's neck and shoulders. It's longer than it was three years ago, back when the world was suddenly restricted to a dull black and white; back when the plan failed. The other figure is taller, with short-cut blonde hair that frames his face. His is shorter than it was before; it no longer touches his shoulders.

They both watch the screens, unblinking. The smaller one suddenly moves towards the other and speaks "It's time to go" The blond shifts nervously "You know, you don't have to…"

"No, I want to see him" the blond shakes his head and stands up, giving the boy a shaky smile "Let's go" the boy squeezes the other's arm comfortingly before linking their arms and pulling the blonde to the door.

The brunette man, to anyone who didn't know him well, seemed to be calm, maybe a little bored, and alone as he sat on the train. In truth he was very bored, but opposed to being calm he was highly agitated; as an acquainted person would be able to tell by the twitch in one of his crimson-tainted eyes It had been a feeling he couldn't shake off since that murder three years back. Funny, how the man could kill an uncounted number of people and not feel the slightest guilt (for he believed they deserved to die) but the death that had effectively placed him on his thrown was the one he was never at peace about (but he still believed the man had needed to die). It wasn't that he had committed the murder inadequately; he had reviewed the incident in his mind multiple times and each time he came to the conclusion that it had been executed perfectly. It wasn't that he had been particularly close to the man; sure he had been handcuffed to him for a time, but even that hadn't brought them very much closer. So what was it that he was unsettled about? He drummed his fingers on the metal rail as his thoughts ran in circles.

The man was also far from alone. The invisible shape of the Shinigami loomed over the brunette, watching the people and scenery that flashed by the window. The creature floated up and down and up and down, not really thinking about anything. He had found himself doing this far too often these days, reminding him of the old times in the Shinigami world. The Shinigami finally let a single thought float into his mind and he sighed, drawing the attention of the brunette. "I'm sorry Raito, but the apples just aren't cutting it anymore"

The death god shimmered and vanished, and the brunette shot out of his seat "Ryuk? Ryuk!" the other passengers starred at the brunette as he called for his Shinigami, his head flipping back and forth searching for the Shinigami.

He heard another sigh, and the death god's voice echoed "You have grown dull, Raito. Dull, and dependent..."

Long blonde hair whipped out behind the figure, the wind slapping her exposed face and neck, as she stared out over the city scenery with half lidded eyes, one brown and the other crimson. She did not seem to feel the bitter cold wind that threatened to toss her over the edge at any moment.

"Why…" her small voice was almost too quiet to be heard "Why did he go so far? I trusted him, I loved him, and yet he still cannot see that what he's doing will force me away--has forced me away--and all who have ever loved him, leaving him alone with nothing" water slid down her cheeks, the tears stained black from the make-up that framed her death colored eyes "Why has it all turned out like this? It wasn't supposed to turn out this way…Rem didn't want this…"

An eerie, slightly deranged smile drifted over the girl's features "Rem…will I get to see you again?" she tipped forward, and just as her feet left the concrete that towered high above the busy streets, "I'd like that…"

The strange man stared down at the land below him through the clouds. His head rested on his knees and his thumb on his lips as he watched the people go along with their lives. He watched strangers, people he had once known, and people he wished he had never met. That's all his existence was now; watching others. He couldn't do anything, but he could watch. He had memorized every persons' face, name, life and schedule, and he had grown terribly bored with it all. He never grew tired, never grew hungry (a sensation he had grown to miss), never grew old like those below. The pattern of his existence was forever the same, until this day. On this day he would begin his path to revenge.

An ever-grinning being appeared before the man, breaking the pattern. "Hello again. I have a proposition for you…"