This is my new Death Note story! I set out a poll to see what story I should write next and I only got ONE person to actually take it! Thank you that one person! Oh and also thank you if you have read, reviewed, faved, or subscribed to me or my stories: I love you guys soooo much!
About the story: (And I screwed over the timeline a little bit to make my story work. Don't like it? Sorry but I ain't gonna change it!) Light has killed himself and L is heartbroken (implied relationship). While on another case he finds his long lost doppelganger, Beyond Birthday with violent results! More as the story progresses!
Ebony and Ivory~ Prologue
'A new case. A new time. I suppose it would happen eventually. I just wish it hadn't happened this way.' L mused as his fingers brushed the keys.
It had been one month since Light had admitted to being Kira and had taken his own life. L felt sorry for the boy, for his friend and had been crushed ever since. Life didn't seem to be worth living without Light to love. Life seemed cold and bleak, more black and white.
'Like these keys.' L allowed a bitter smile to cross his lips as he continued to play the piano.
He was hanging it low-key as a piano man in a small tavern a few miles from the hotel, tracking an infamous child murder. The case seemed simple compared to the others that L had taken on in his career. Watari had talked him into taking it. L knew that Watari was just worried about his slump after the Kira case ended, but surly there was no need for it, right?
There were no patrons there that evening and all was strangely quiet. Suddenly young man walked from the dark corner of the deserted bar and whispered something to the bartender. They shared a smile but the young man's smile was different than any smile he had ever seen: it was sick, sick like Kira. The young guy seemed to about the same age and build as L himself. The bartender poured a drink, some kind of red concoction, into a shot glass. He came over with a toothy grin and set the drink down on the side of the piano.
"A drink for ya, mate. On the house. Courtesy of me regular over there." The man slurred pointing to the younger man.
L had never had alcohol in his life. The younger man had started to play pool by himself. His hair was a short brown like Light's was. Light… L looked at the drink and then back up at the young man.
'I guess we all have our burdens to bear.'
L took the cold glass in his hand and lifted it to the air of the smoky bar. With a nod of thanks to both the bartender and the guy, who returned his gratitude with another sickly smile, L tipped the shot down his throat. He could feel it burning all the way down. Nearly instantly his head began to swim, the dim lights in the bar danced before his eyes with the colors swirling in the opposite direction.
What was happening? L couldn't speak he just sat there, wide eyed, as he began to lose consciousness. The young man had set down his pool stick and advanced on him with the same smile that seemed to be enjoying his pain. The brown hair came off, a wig; revealing a mane of black hair similar to his own. L felt as though he should know the man but didn't have much time to speculate due to his dizzied state. He soon fell to his piano keys with a thud, the young man's image fading from his mind and giving way to drugged blackness.
The man laughed pulling out a knife and facing the bartender.
"You will tell no one of this!"
"You have me word!"
The black haired man plunged his knife into the bartender anyway.
"I don't trust your word." He whispered coldly to the bleeding body before turning back to the detective.
"Come now L we have some catching up to do." The man laughed as he through L over one shoulder.
He pushed the knife into his own palm, letting the blood flow. He was extra careful to keep L from being stained by the redness. He looked at the blood flowing down his fingers. The wound wasn't too deep but deep enough to bleed vigorously and hurt like hell, at least he wouldn't die from it. Then as if experimentally, he dipped one finger in his mouth and enjoyed the salty taste of his own life.
The strange man took the 8 ball from the billiard table he was playing at moments before and painted two letters on to the blackness. He left the ball neatly on green table next to a blood hand print of his own. Leaving the bar through the back door, he turned out all the lights with the exception of the light over the billiard table.
In the dim, flickering florescent the letters BB sparkled in blood…
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Pretty damn awesome right? Idk if I'm gonna finish this one but if you would please leave a comment I'd appreacate it. Sorry for repeating 'young man' so much. It's like 3 am over here. ~Giftless Princess
