Despite popular belief I have not died! Nope, just lost my muse for my current Naruto story, so I thought I'd give Death Note a whirl, because with my other Death Note story, Dying Wishes I'm still working on it. I just want the next chapter to be really good, so I'm still adding the finishing touches!

Warnings! Rated M for language, homosexual situations, and violence. (Side warning, there is an influential OC in this, but only at the beginning, after that, he is rarely mentioned)

Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note or it's characters. I only own this plot and any OC's that appear

The insomniac sat at his computer typing away at his laptop. He was working on his latest and greatest story, though, you could hardly call it his greatest because it was unfinished. Still, he knew that this was going to be his best, he just knew it. There was no way any of his other award-winning novels could even come close to being as well thought out and as detailed as this master piece. He has published quite a large collection of novels, all of which won an award of some type. He was proud of his work, but not nearly as proud as he was of this. He supposed there was a very obvious reason for that, but he preferred it that way. If he wrote something as good as this, then looked back on all his previous work, and didn't have a clue as to why it was so much better, well, it would definately make him stressful. He'd think he'd constantly been slacking off, or something had been wrong with his mental status, then he'd be trying to figure out what it was that made him write so much better. Nonetheless, he knew the reason, he knew it very well. So, no need to worry over such things. What was there to think about if he already had the answer? He typed the next sentence, it would be ending soon. With a grin his fingers lightly tapped the keys in a rythmic pattern. So close... Perhaps just another chapter.

If the author hadn't been so into his brilliant work, he would've noticed the creak from his door opening, he would've heard the stealthy footsteps on his hardwood floor. Still, the author sat, blissfully unaware, at his desk, typing away like a madman. The intruder was now standing behind the author, holding up a small weapon. He'd been hired to make this hit, though, it wasn't an actual killing assignment, he still had to knock the man out, and leave the 'weapon'. It was a small, black notebook. The covers were hard, and he was to hit the typist with a corner of it on a specific place. Somewhere on his head. Perhaps it would be easier to do if the man brushed his hair every once in a blue moon, then he could tell where the hair ended and his cranium began. Still, the trained assassin took an educated guess and swung the journal down, jamming the corner into the head of his mark. The typing immediately haulted and the raven-haired man slumped forward, head smashing violently against his laptop. The intruder looked unsympathetically at the author and lifted his head, shoving the notebook underneath, then carelessly dropping it again. His head made a thudding sound and the assassin chuckled a little. he'd actually expected a fight of some sort, but he got lucky. Humming a happy tune the man left the room and eventually the house, not at all caring about the poor unconscious genius.

"Hnm... Mmph..." The eighteen year-old groaned as he sat up, rubbing the back of his head. There was a dulll throbbing pain there and his vision was a bit cloudy, He blinked the groggyness out of his eyes and yawned. He casually looked out the window and noticed the sun was in the middle of rising. He thought it was a very pretty sight... Wait. Wait just a minute. Sun rise? That's impossible! He was typing during the evening, being an insomniac, there was no way he had slept for an entire day. He looked down at his laptop, as if expecting an answer, he sort of got one. On the keyboard was an unfamiliar journal. the cover had crude white writing. It said 'Death Note'. He rolled his eyes at the rather cliche title. He was an author after all, he knew a cliche when he saw one. He wasn't really in the mood to go through a useless thing right now. He needed assistance and his head really hurt! He rubbed the throbbing part of his skull once more. Something must've happened last night... There was a seventy-eight percent chance that someone had broken in and knocked him unconscious... If so, then the criminal decided to leave something rather than take anything? Clearly that meant there was a personal thing going on here, but who could he have offened? Actually, a lot of people. He sighed and looked at the clock on his laptop. School would be starting in about ten minutes. That gave him plently of time to contact his gaurdian... Wait. What the hell was wrong with him? He may have a slight concussion or something, because his mind was moving very slowly and he wasn't thinking properly. He'd contact Quillish after he got to school, around lunchtime. It wasn't an urgent matter because nothing had been taken, and he seemed to be alright, minus the headache and slow brain function, which he asumed would go away. So, with much haste, he gathered his journals, laptop, and a couple of sweets into his backpack and took off on his skateboard.

The teenager wore his signature outfit. A loose white T'shirt, baggy blue jeans, and some torn up sneakers, which looked a little more torn up than he remembered. He momentarily thought he should've brushed his teeth and hair, but his hair was clean, just messy, and his teeth were fine, he just had the taste of sleep in his mouth, which was not pleasant, but a sweet should easily take care of that, so no worries. He slipped his hands into his pockets while riding the board, pushing with his foot at rythmatic intervals. that was one of the things he liked about skateboarding, it was fairly simiar to typing.

He reached his school with no time to spare. He kicked up his blue board, which he had specially made, and ran into the school. He finally reached his sophmore class and tried to catch his breath while opening the door. He peeked inside and something irked him. He didn't recognize a single one of them. He heard an authoritive 'ahem' from the front of the room and he opened the door fully to look at his teacher, Ms. Mcbride. He looked at the unnatural redhead, who caked her face in makeup and he smiled sheepishly. She looked at him unamused. "Rue Ryuzaki? What are you doing interrupting my class?" She demanded rudely.

"I woke up late." He admitted. The teacher paused for a moment, knowing of the child's insomnia problem, but that wasn't the issue here. No the problem was, Ryuzaki was a senior. He didn't belong here.

"Perhaps that is why you are confused. You need to wake up. This is the sophmore class." She said sternly, glaring at the supposed genius. Ryuzaki just blinked his buldging, black eyes. He didn't understand. Of course this was the sophmore class, that's why he was here. He looked around the room again and tried to understand why he didn't recognize any of them. He looked around for his arch enemy, the one who was always trying to beat him, but saw unfamiliar faces blinking back at him. This was starting to make him nervous. He looked back at the English teacher expectantly and she just rolled her dull brown eyes. "You are a senior. Please leave, you are disrupting my class. If necessary I will have one of my students escort you, since you seem so unable to perform simple tasks.
Wouldn't want you getting lost, Rue" She said snidely. The woman hated this boy, hated him a lot. She was a woman who was always best at everything, then this child came into her class and had outsmarted her in every way. It was rediculous! Absolutely idiotic. not only that, but things seem to be repeating themselves with several students this year. She hated them all. Every single one of them. She regareded herself as the smartest person alive, a brilliant mind that should be treasured... Then these children bested her. It was infuriating.

Ryuzaki stood in the doorway, mouth dropped. There was no way... He couldn't... Was it possible that... No. No! Damn it! For now he would play along until he could start investigating things further. For now, he needed to play the part. He closed his mouth and started calculating everything. The intruder... Personal... Headache... Mild concussion... Didn't steal anything, but left something, deliberately... Ryuzaki's eyes widened as realization hit him. He didn't have a mild concussion, he had memory loss. This was bad, he needed to contact Quillish as soon as possible, but, if he was correct and the situation was based on a vendetta, then he couldn't let them know their plan had worked, plus he needed to know who was his friend in this time and who wasn't. It would help him figure a few things out, he would need help from a certain trio though. He vaugely heard the teachers voice in the background of his mind, then a boy was standing next to him.

"Hello Mr. Ryuzaki. My name is Kid Kurai, I've been asked to assist you." He gently tapped Ryuzaki on the shoulder, then began walking. The raven followed, now extremely alert and aware. "Mr. Ryuzaki, where would you like to go? The nurses office or your classroom?" Ryuzaki looked at the boy. He was asian and had a blue shine to his black hair, he was remarkably pale, with dark red lips. Still, the most noticable thing about the teen were his eyes. They were a beautiful crystal blue, constrasting interestingly with his dark hair. He smiled at Ryuzaki and the genius also noticed the boy had dimples.

"My class. I do not need medical attention," None that the school could supply anyway. "I realize my behavior has indeed been a bit off, but I am only half awake. I believe I will be fine. There is no reason to worry. Though I apperciate your concern." The duo walked down the hallway a bit longer before turning left onto a flight of stairs. Ryuzaki paid close attention to everything.

"Alright Mr. Ryuzaki. As long as you believe you are fine, who am I to argue? Anyway, we're here. Being fully awake you probably knew that already, yes?" He asked with a slight interrigative tone to his voice. Clearly he wasn't buying Ryuzaki's 'half-asleep' story. Who would? Having seen the insomnia marks under his eyes, it was obviously a blantant lie, and the boy was smarter than Ryuzaki had hoped. -though it really didn't take a genius to figure that out- Of course, he still would not give anything away. Then a thought came to him, what if he knew this boy? What if he just didn't remember it? no... That was impossible. Ryuzaki chose his friends carefully and wisely, he would not befriend a peron who would deceive him.

"Thank you Mr. Kurai. Please, call me Ryuzaki." He said kindly. If the kid wasn't tricking him, then he was truly worried for the raven, which was a thoughtful gesture.

"You're welcome, Ryuzaki. And you may do the same. But I have to get back before Ms. McBitch gets pissy." Ryuzaki was taken aback by the boys sudden crude nature after being so polite, but shrugged it off. A character flaw, everybody has them. Ryuzaki turned to the classroom door, swallowing thickly, he braced himself for the worst thing that could happen. He opened the door and walked inside. He looked around and saw his arch enemy walking toward him. He rolled his eyes and got ready for another arguement, but, much to his surprise and disgust, got a hug instead. This was worse than his worse senario. He almost recoiled at the contact, and got ready to hit the teen when he remembered that he had forgotten.

"Sheesh L. I was seriously worried. You're never late." The boy's worry-soaked voice filled his ears and his mind momentarily turned to jelly. What the hell happened in the last two years? The world was upside down if Light Yagami was hugging him, and was worried about him. Still, as he said before, he needed to play along. So, against his instinct's and stomach's wishes he hugged the boy back. Not only that, the boy had called him L. He knew his true name. that meant that Ryuzaki had trusted the brunette. Ever since he became a famous author he'd asked his gaurdian for an alias, because he didn't want to be treated differently just because of his title. If a person was going to like him he didn't want it to be about momeny, or fame, or anything like that. He wanted it to be because of who he was. Clearly, the Light of this time had liked him for himself, so much so, Ryuzaki had told him his real name. Could he trust him with the truth about his memory? That was yet to be determined, he concluded.

Light released the raven and smiled at him, eyes still a little worry-filled. Ryuzaki forcively smiled back. Light turned and started walking off in some direction, Ryuzaki followed for lack of knowing where to go. He figured if they were friends they would sit somewhere close. He took this time to look around the room. There were students, he recognized some of them from two years ago, others were completely unfamiliar. He looked up to the teacher's desk and noticed nobody was sitting there. He quirked an eyebrow, almost wishing he'd done research on the senior class back when he was a sophmore. It would be very benificial. He always checked to see what it was like in the next level of education, but he didn't bother to go two levels up because he'd assumed he could do it in his junior year, hell, he probably did do it in his junior year. Light sat down and looked at the empty desk sitting next to him. Ryuzaki assumed that was his place so he sat down. Light smiled at him again, so he figured he did the right thing. It still freaked him out a little to see his one competator smiling at him like that. He knew Light had a brilliant mind, one almost as good as his own, so perhaps Light's input in this situation would be useful. He instinctively put his thumb to his lips and thought about the pros and cons of telling his, apparently former, rival. Well, Light seemed to be his close friend now, the brunett should want to help him. It made sense, but his natural instinct was yelling at him that it was a stupid idea and the auburn-eyed boy would only laugh at him. Still, he couldn't let it go that Light had called him L.

"Light, I need to tell you something extremely important." He thought maybe he should cunsult Quillish first, but left the thought because he wasn't sure if he could use a laptop in this room. Light looked at him, still worried. His concern made Ryuzaki believe he was doing the right thing. The teenager hadn't stopped looking at him with that worried look, so he must genuinely care.

"What is it Ryu?" Ryuzaki figured he called him that because now other children could hear them. However, the nickname for his alias was a bit irritating and, admittedly, slightly endearing.

"Yagami," Light tensed at the use of his surname, "a man broke into my house last night. He hit my head, and I've suffered memory loss. I don't remember the past two years." He said it like he was reading something off the back of a pancake mix box. So monotonously. Like what he said wasn't detrimental to his entire life. Hell, even Light's entire life. Speaking of the boy... The brunett was curently gaping moronicly at Ryuzaki. The teenager quickly pulled himself together to form a coherent reply.

"But... How?" He asked, not directly at Ryuzaki, but the raven didn't know.

"They hit me on the head." He answered, almost surprised by the stupidity of the question, but naturally glad to do anything that would make the brunett feel less intelligent than himself. It was weird, but he felt a twinge in his stomach from thinking so negatively about Light.

Light glared at him slightly, annoyed by the boy. He'd almost forgotten how much they used to fight and try to make the other look stupid. It had been fun though, he had to admit that. "No. That's not what I meant. I meant how would they know that I wouldn't be home?"

Ryuzaki audibly gasped, staring disbelievingly at Light. He... Wouldn't... Be home? What? He lived with Light? He lived with freaking Light Yagami! Why would he do something like that? It was a little more than ridiculous. he's been discovering a lot of things today that he believed was impossible. This was the most unbelievable though. Light and him, living together? What was Light to him now? What the hell happened in the last two years? When could Light have moved in? Why would Light have moved in? The brunett seemed to notice this, it was hard to miss, really. He rubbed his head nervously. Ah, so L didn't remember anything about their... Relationship. So then, he could nearly pinpoint the exact moment L had lost his memory. Their sophmore year was the year they got together, so it must've been early in that year.

"Ryu, could you possibly tell me the exact moment you last remember?" Ryuzaki started to think, hand finding it's way to his mouth again. He nibbled on his thumb for a few minutes before finally coming up with an answer.

"It was the day of the science test! I remember, I had gotten to school that day and you told me that you could get a better grade then me, smirking, Then I said something really witty and you got flustered." He declared. Light remembered that day too. He wasn't going to tell Ryuzaki what happened next. Ryuzaki had gotten a better grade then him. Only by a single point, but it was still better. He'd been furious, he almost decided not to confess to L. Oh course, in the end he had, and at first L rejected him, but the more the raven haired genius thought about it, the more he actually realized that the liked the brunett. So, after the enitial rejection, he came to Light, explained his feelings thoroughly, and they worked out an agreement. They would try dating, without putting much feeling into it in case it failed miserably, but it didn't. It actually worked wonderfully. So the longer it when on the more they started to feel for each other. After about a year or so, they decided to move in together. L had already lived by himself and Light lived with his family. So it only made sense for Light to move in with L. At first it was a bit difficult to deal with L's insomnia, but Light learned to live around it. So now they are living happily together, well they were until L forgot all about Light. That sort of put a damper on their relationship. Right now, L still disliked him. He really wasn't in the mood to go through the pain he went through when L first rejected him. Of course this time, he knew that L would eventually come to love him. But this was still going to be difficult. His L was missing and he wanted to know why. Who would've done this to L? Why would they have done it? He didn't appriciate a person hurting his love. It was not cool. So then, he had two things to do. One, he needed to get L to remember him, he didn't want to repeat his entire relationship, and two, he needed to find the guy that did this to L and kick his ass.

"It was actually the day after that when I confessed. I... Well, you rejected me. But a couple days after that you came around and we got together." Ryuzaki nodded, feeling a bit awkward with the topic, but he needed this information. It was critical. Why woould somebody make him forget up to that point... Moreover, was it even possible for a person to control how much memory loss a person has. At least, he didn't think there was. Perhaps... In some way, the person who hit him was able to control it. Though, he couldn't imagine how. Still, if they meant it to be controlled, then they wanted him to forget Light. Why? Maybe, somebody had something agaisnt their relationship, or just wanted to make Light miserable for some type of vendetta agaisnt him. Would they have gone as far as to hurt the raven just for hatred for Light? It would be a very crude way to do it, and it would also mean the person who did this didn't really care for L either. So then, it was somebody with a rather twisted veiw of them... Of the world because he didn't mind hurting another severely just to get to Light.

"That means that they wanted me to forget you." L informed. Light nodded, not at all curious about how he came to the deduction, because he was just about to say the same thing. Even if he wasn't thinking that, he knew by now not to doubt L's theories. They were rarely wrong, and when they were incorrect, they were close enough to still be called right. More or less anyway. L was a genius, they were on equal ground, so it was safe to say that Light was usually right as well. When both of them came to the same conclusion, it would be almost certain that they were right.

"I can't think of anybody that would want to hurt me, but I can think of a few who would want to hurt you." He said carefully, trying not to offend the man that now saw him as a rival, again.

"How would erasing my memory hurt me more than it would you?" Ryuzaki asked, eyes full of question. Certainly, it would hurt Ryuzaki. Not knowing things about his own life. Not knowing the last two years, it was difficult. But Light was fine, meaning he remembered the last two years, so he could help fill in the blanks... So they were definately out for Light. It was then Ryuzaki remembered the black journal.

"Light! The culprit, they left something at my house." Light felt his left eye twitch a little, Couldn't L have mentioned this before? It definately would've been helpful information to say the least. Ryuzaki started digging around in his bookbag before making a noise of victory and pulling out a black journal. The brunett quirked a brow at the odd thing and waited for Ryuzaki to explain it. The raven shrugged his shoulders in an 'I don't know either' manner. Light nodded and waited for his lover, ex-lover, rival, best friend... Whatever. He waited for Ryuzaki to open the journal.

Ryuzaki tensed a little, feeling anxiety rise in his stomach, he pinched the corner of the book in between his thumb and index. Light nudged his arm lightly, mildy annoyed with how slow Ryuzaki was moving. The raven glared a little at his brunett rival. Light said they had moved in together, but he still knew him as the man he competed against. He still felt disgusted by the thought. However, if Light's story was true, that meant L Lawliet had been happy. He would do anything to feel happy. It was a feeling he scarcely remembered. He was more than willing to work with Light to regain what he had lost. Plus, if Light really did love him that meant he wouldn't have to deal with arguements or constantly trying to best the other. It hanestly seemed like a decent arrangement. Perhaps that was what had made Ryuzaki choose to get together with the boy in the first place. The chance of being happy was far to seductive to ignore. Even now, happiness was his main goal. Of course, it was partly his own fault for being so miserable. He shut people out, he didn't trust them. At a young age he had been exposed to the cruelty of man. That's actually why he had wanted so dearly to be an author, with his brains there were many things he could've done, he could've really helped society, in a way, he thought he was, but he could definately be doing a more direct job by being a detective or something along those lines. He actually couldn't picture himself as a man battling crime. It was not at all like him. Instead, he decided to show the human race all the problems with itself. In a very smooth manner, but intelligent people, not anywhere near his own mental abilities of course, could still see what he was doing. It was a flawless system. The smart people who could actually do something about the problems would realize the severity of the issues if they read one of his novels, and based on their own sense of justice, could choose to act on it. So in a very small, backwards way, he was helping, changing people.

Ryuzaki flipped open the notebook at stared at the black page. It had white writing on it. It was only one word. 'Moon' it said. He glared and started frantically flipping through the other pages. All white, all blank. He ground his teeth. It was completely useless!

"How interesting. You're right, Ryu. This could be about me." Light said matter-of-factly. The genius bit his lip in anger. So Light understood it? Swell. He shook his head. He needed to be calm. He was the one who decided to have Light help him. He really didn't like admitting he had no clue what was going on, but he blamed it on his brain damage.

"Care to elaborate?" Ryuzaki asked, holding his anger back. Light chuckled lightly.

"I forgot. You decided to learn Japanese after we got together." Ryuzaki rolled his eyes.

"Okay, get to the point." He demanded.

"My name, when written in it's original Japanese form, is actually read 'Tsuki' which means moon in english." He explained. Ryuzaki nodded. Still, what would a translation of Light's name have to do with this? What kind of clue was that? How in the hell was he suppose to figure anything out with that?

"Well that's all well and good, but what the hell am I suppose to do with that?" He raised his voice a little. A couple people in class stopped talking and turned their heads toward the duo.

Light lifted his hands and said a couple things to try and soothe the teen.

"What Yagami?" He spat the name out, this had something to do with the damn brunett. He was letting his emotions get the better of him and he knew it. But still he lost two years of his memory. How was he suppose to deal with that? "Am I not allowed to get pissed? It's your fault! They are all gone! Everything! I don't know anything! And you are the cause you fuckin' prick! Damn it all! You son of a bitch! You caused this! You made this happen!" He knew his face was red with anger, and he could feel all the eyes in the class room on him, but he didn't care. He grabbed his backpack and the notebook and went to the doorway. He opened it, grabbed his skateboard and turned his head to look at Light one more time. "Go fucking die, you damn serpant." With that he left, slamming the door behind him. That was so out of character for himself. He would've never yelled like that, he would've never cursed like that, he would've swallowed his anger and said something sarcastic then returned to thinking, but not this time. This was a situation he'd never thought he'd be in. He knew nothing of who he was anymore. His life, time lost, things unknown, everything was a mystery and his only clue was 'Moon'. Such bullshit. He growled lowly, headed for one of the junior classes. He was really glad he'd done research on this grade level. He knew exactly where he was going and why. He needed real help, and he needed Quillish.

Thank you for reading chapter one of Written Memories! Review if you will! Let me know whatcha think!

-Lunar