Death Note and Bleach – Afterlife
(The story takes place 300 years after L's death.)
Chapter 1 – Beyond L's Death
A lone Shinigami walked around the busy metropolis occasionally staring at cake stores. He was... different to say the least. His knees were bent and he slouched over. The kimono he wore was a little too big, and was torn off just below his waist. His bottom half was covered by baggy trousers made out of the material torn off and was kept up by a thin rope. His face was covered by a mess a black hair and he had a thoughtful expression. His name was L Lawliet, or, as he prefers, L.
In his time after death, L had become a Shinigami lieutenant, acquired Bankai and had purified 25 Menos Grandes. His zanpakuto in its sealed state was a wakizashi, that hung by his hip. Suddenly, he stopped walking.
Hollow.
L ran across the city to where he could feel its presence. He saw it. It was a small one, but it looked nasty. It was perched on top of a school and was trying to tear open the roof. L flashed stepped behind it and drew his zanpakuto. It paused, turned around, and snarled. The soul reaper raised his sword.
"Jibun o tokihanatsu, tengoku no seigi!" (Unleash yourself, Heavenly Justice!)
There was a flash of light, and the zanpakuto was gone. Instead, there was a blue gaunlet on L's arm, with gold chains hanging off each finger. Each link of chain, was made up of tiny sharp fragments of his blade. He made a slapping motion with his hand, and the chains cut the Hollow into shreds. He changed his sword back to normal and sheathed his zanpakuto.
L hopped off the building and resumed his normal routine of walking around the areas he'd spent while alive and killing hollows as he felt them.
At night, L sat (squatted) on a bench to observe the stars. He sighed, remembering his days as a human, wishing he'd enjoyed his life more, and feeling saddened that his best friend – Light-Kun – would murder him after they had spent so much time together.
Suddenly he felt a strange presence. It was like the shinigami in the spirit realm, but like a hollow's too. It was oddly familiar, like sensing something you couldn't before.
He got up, ready to investigate, but before he could turn around, he heard a voice he hadn't heard for 300 years.
"Hello, Ryuzaki."
