disclaimer: i do not own the characters.
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Eyes fluttered open. Jaw became ajar.
And the next thing to come was a scream.
Pure terror. He couldn't understand why.
Finally, when he was out of breath, he lay on the steps, mentally lost.
Uncomfortable, yet immobilized by confusion. Until he pushed himself off the concrete stairs and looked around. He didn't know exactly going on. How did he get here? Although he had some instinctive knowledge of what was going on. Like how a child knows whom its mother is. Such thoughts terrified him. And he rejected it.
Death.
He was dead.
Desperately, he climbed up the steps, using both his feet and hands like an animal. When he got to the top he look down from where he had came. "R-Ryuk…" He whispered, stuttered with confusion. "Ryuk!" He began to scream.
"Where am I? Where am I?" He chanted, stood up, and stumbled slightly. He was forced to use the wall to support himself. He then briskly walked down the steps.
Slowly the memories came back. Near. The false Death Note. Mikami. Kira. Matsuda. The gun wounds. The blinding embrace of death.
Shaking, he raised his right hand onto his chest and waited. But he failed to feel his heart thumping inside his body. He placed his fingers on his neck. But no blood pulsed into the veins.
With this, he had to accept that he was dead. There was no way he could discover denial.
Is this hell? He thought. No, it can't be. I not allowed to go to heaven or hell…
He stumbled outside and it looked… normal.
Despite the cloud.
The cloud that was covering the sun. A gray shroud.
It was more than just a cloud, though.
It was the sky.
And the sun was simply absent.
A peculiar feeling consumed him.
A feeling of complete absence.
Alone. Completely alone.
A smile aligned his face. Chuckles bubble from his chest. And a laugh emitted from his mouth.
There was no reason. No reason was needed. He just laughed, feeling a small victory. And through his laughter, a voice pierced the air.
"Kira," it said, and his maniacal noises came to a sudden halt.
Thrashed his head, but he saw no one. He needed not to see the face to know who spoke.
That voice was noticeable enough.
He was here.
L is here.
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author's note: i wrote this ages ago. uploaded on my other account. the likely hood of me continuing it is not so high. maybe if i'm bored one day.