Disclaimer - I do not own Death Note or any of its characters...though I want L's body...
This story takes place after L's private funeral. Near and Mello will not make an appearance in this story.
WARNING!!! - This story contains yaoi (boyxboy) and also spoilers for L's real name and some other aspects of the plot if you have not previously watched the anime or read the manga. Enjoy!
Reunited With A Fallen Comrad
Chapter One:
Raito smirked maliciously as he walked home from Ryuzaki's funeral in his black suit. It had been held privately, because not many actually knew L face-to-face. Now he could finally start on his plan to become the new God. He set on a miserable expression as he approached his house. His father had arrived home before him because Raito said that he needed some "private time" to reflect upon his thoughts. As entering his usually cheery home, he felt his mother hug him and saying how sorry she was that he had lost such a close friend. He silently nodded his head and sadly walked up to the isolation of his bedroom.
Such fools, they haven't even noticed that I have no emotional connection to L, besides the fact that he was my most worthy enemy.
He was about to break out in the malicious chuckles he'd been holding in all day when he noticed a neatly folded letter sitting on his desk. He walked over and made quick work of unfolding it. He read the note over 3 times before admitting the impossible.
L's back.
Raito angrily tossed the note to the floor and rushed to his window to see if he could catch a glimpse of the messenger. No such luck. The notice gently floated to the hardwood floor, neat black handwriting the only scar besides the wrinkles of being tossed.
Hello again Raito, no doubt you are basking in your glory of defeating your greatest rival. I presume that right now you're planning your next deviously cunning attempt to become the God of the new world. I will exploit you for what you are, Raito. And I think that they will believe a dead man rather than a psychopath who's always been suspected. Farewell, I expect we'll meet soon.
Raito stood at his window, the evening wind grasping at his designer suit. He smiled and looked forward to seeing his rival again. If he could kill him once, why not do it again?
Well that's it for the prologue. I know that it's short, but the next chappy will be longer. I'll add it if I get some people reading this story! And please review, cuz you know L wants you to.
L - And you know what I want how?
Muahahahaha!!! Cuz I can read your mind! L...be afraid. Be very afraid.
L -wide eyed- please review -whimper-