A/N: Hello! I wrote this because I thought it would be quite interesting to write a story that happened between L's death and the appeareance of Near and Mello, to see how Light spent those years, and what could have happened if he kept seeing L. I plan this to be a multi-chapter story, but a short one. This chapter works as an introduction of sorts, it's not very long. Next chapters will surely be longer. So, if any spelling mistakes and such, be sure to comment.

I also love reviews!

Disclaimer: I'd love to own death note, but I don't, that's why I write this.

Anyways, here it is:

How's death treating you?

That evening it rained furiously outside the, almost, empty flat. It was November the fifth again, a night of treason. His treason. They said time heals everything, but, when you murder your best friend in cold blood forgetting gets complicated. Now, in the silent loneliness of a moonlight lit bedroom, he remembered what happened a year ago. He knew.

At the moment he didn't realise his best friend was aware of his fate, he imagined that the cause of that sombre expression was dissatisfaction, because Higuchi died when they where so close to solve the case, he would have been the key he needed to unlock the truth. Precisely for that reason, he-also- killed Higuchi, well, and to recover the ownership of the note.

L Lawliet, -yes, say his name goddammit, keeping it vetoed from your thoughts won't bring L back to life- knew, a fateful and stormy afternoon at a rooftop that he was going to die. It wasn't a wedding Lawliet, those allegorical bells rang for your funeral. Useless things. Was it the guilt talking when he asked him to stop with his musings? Or maybe, most likely, he didn't understand back then. It was his glorious moment, L's downfall, meaning Kira's self-proclamation as Lord of everything. God. He was too immersed in his own ego to realise L knew, because: how that looser could have known? He was being bested, and he gave up to fall into the silk-soft grave Light had dug specifically for him. But here's the worst: he gave up aware.

"Well, Lawliet, it's been a year. A long year without you... cheers" Light said pouring some whisky and initiating the motion to drink.

"Cheers, Light-kun, don't choke on it" whispered a very well-known voice.

Light turned instantly. His face went pale at what he saw, for it was impossible.

"You can't be alive. My plan was perfect, there's no way you could have avoided the shinigami".

"I didn't" Lawliet answered plainly, standing by the door, looking like he always did, maybe a bit paler.

"So..." Light was unavoidably drawn to the spooky reality, this was L's ghost. L came up for revenge.

"I'm dead".

L sat on Light's bed, looking at him with curiosity. He put both hands on his knees, as he used to, and stood there, like he did in most of Light's guilt nightmares.

"Do it then" Light murmured.

"Do what?".

"Kill me! Isn't this what you came for? You stubborn asshole, just kill me at once! You wanted revenge? Then come and take it!".

"Wow" L started saying "I didn't think one year of your delirious reign would have done this to you. If I had known that this could happen in my absence I would have stayed by your side" he mocked him. And that's when the spectral figure of L did the most unusual thing. He laughed. A lot.

"What..." Light regained his composure "what do you mean?".

"I didn't come to kill you. I just wanted to pay a visit to my friend, see if your delusions had gone worse, by the way, you haven't disappointed me, and chat for a while. I know I could have come any time sooner, but I chose this night for dramatic effect. I almost gave you a heart attack, that would have made us even I guess".

Light felt surprised, as he sat beside L. That weird, now dead, man was joking, as if he didn't know who Light was, what happened between them.

"But, I'm Kira".

"Yes, and I've always know. Obviously. I'm hardly ever wrong".

Light couldn't come out of his astonishment, L was back. He laughed. Back for real. Never, in the entire year, Light had felt this happy. At the begging he was ecstatic, because of the new assortment of possibilities L's death offered for the creation of his awaited New World. But, as months passed by, he only grew more bored and drowned in despair. He missed L. He missed his steady breathing, the stimulating mental games, his obsession with sweets, his emotionless but categorical voice, his scruffy looks, his mannerisms, his endless eyes, the way he could see through him, the conversations... being handcuffed forced them to grow closer. Those months they were each other's shadows, where one went the other would follow, being chained to him had being like living not just physically connected to him, but mentally too. And then he died. He was killed.

L was laughing too. They had never being this happy around each other, acting like friends would.

I've missed you so much. "I've missed you so much".

L looked taken aback.

"I certainly didn't expect to hear that". Shit, I said it out loud. Light thought. "Isn't this what you wanted? What Kira wanted? I'm dead, and your enemy... well, not any more, but why would you miss me?".

And that's it. As I've already said, I know it is very short, but it will develop into something longer. Also, just to leave it clear, before L's death, nothing happened between L and Light that went further than friendship (well, the twistled one they had).

But it will happen. Expect some fluff later, it won't be too sweet though.