Disclaimer: I do NOT own Death Note

Setting: Twenty years after Light Yagami's death

Character(s) Ages:

Light - Appears 23 (Is actually 43)

Near - 40

Ichiyusai Azusa - 18

Ichiyusai Konami - 12

Sasaki Eiji and Isao - 19

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"Ah, I'm so bored. Is he going to wake any time soon?"

Who…who are you?

"Soon, you must be patient."

What's going on here?

"I don't even know how long I've been waiting for!"

Where am I?!

Light Yagami awoke with a start, gasping for breath as if he hadn't taken one in a long time. Well, for the boy, he hadn't taken a breath in a very long time.

Twenty years to be exact.

He looked around him, seeing three unknown figures standing before him. He had no idea who they were, but they looked vaguely familiar to him. They were all quite tall, over eight feet at least. The one on the far left had a light purple skin and long white hair, tied at the very end, which reached to the bottom of its feet. Light had no idea if this figure was male or female, it was hard to tell. It had one single horn on its head that curled all the way to behind its head, although it was a couple inches from touching its head. It wore a plain white kimono, longer than its feet and its arms, with a black sash that had white sakura print on it. This figure's eyes were a very pale blue, as if it were blind.

The second figure was the tallest of them all, but the one that looked the most human. It had dark brown skin, but it had a scale-like texture to it; it also had lush green eyes and no hair at all. It had what looked like a large white headband around the middle of his head from its ears back, made of some sort of plastic. This figure wore all black clothing, a tank top stuffed into the very top of a pair of skinny black jeans, so the ends of the tank top hung over the edge. It wore a thick black belt, with a belt buckle that resembled a music note. On its arms were gloves, thin black ones that clung to its skin and went halfway up its elbow. His shoes? Well, he didn't wear any; his feet looked like the feet of a werewolf, to put it bluntly.

The last figure appeared to be female, but he couldn't really be sure. It had shaggy green hair that fell to its shoulders, and braids all around its head atop the hair, with the colors green and black in it. This figure's eyes had no pupils; its eyes were simply a blood red color. Its skin was peachy, like an actual human, but there were red marks all over its body that looked like bloody scars. It had loose white bandages around its mouth, but he could see between them that its lips had been sewn together. It wore a long black cape, and he couldn't see anything else underneath it, not even its feet.

"Hey look, he's awake!" The dark-skinned figure said, pointing down to Light with his claw-like fingers. He could see now that his long, pointy nails had broken through the gloves.

"It's been quite a long time." The figure on the left stated in monotone. All three stared down at him with their eyes, and then he realized something very important.

They were shinigami.

He looked at them, his eyes wide and his heart beating a mile a minute. He had no idea where they came from, but they were very odd-looking shinigami. The green-haired one looked at him with an odd look.

"You're right; he is a weird looking one."

He looked weird?

If only he had a mirror.

"W-Who are you?" he finally asked, looking between them.

"My name is Miru," the white-haired shinigami looked at those beside it, "The bald one is Kiku,"

"I am not bald!"

"Whatever. And, the green-haired is Hanasu."

Light blinked a little as he looked up at them.

"See, hear, and speak?" he muttered. The bald one nodded.

"Yes, our names resemble what we have lost."

It made sense to Light, Miru's eyes did look as if it had lost its sight, Kiku did have the large headband over its ears, and Hanasu's mouth was sewn shut.

"I see."

"You are Light Yagami, I assume." Kiku muttered, looking at him.

"How did you know that?"

"Ryuk identified you when you first arrived."

Ryuk! Why did that name sound so familiar? He clutched his head with his hand, but all of a sudden he felt odd. Was it really his hand touching him? He looked at his hand; his nails were black and long, pointy as well. His skin had also turned quite pale. He looked down at himself; his clothes had changed as well. He now wore a pitch-black kosode with a grey sash, a matching black hakama, and straw sandals.

"Why am I dressed like this?" Light asked, standing up. He felt rather heavy, and all. As he stood, Miru moved back slightly. He looked at the shinigami, blinking a little. "What? Why did you move?"

"Your wings." It said, pointing to him.

His…wings?

His eyes went wide as he turned his head, to see pitch-black wings. They looked familiar, but they also looked like they weren't his, but belonging to someone he knew. But, he didn't know anyone with wings?

"I…have wings?!" Light started to freak out. He started turning around, pacing as he did. The three shinigami just stood in their place, watching him with apathetic faces.

"You are one of us, now, Yagami-san." Light froze.

"I'm…a shinigami?"

"You did use the notebook, after all." Kiku said as he pointed to his side. Light looked down, seeing he had a black notebook strapped to his side.

"What's this?" he muttered to himself, grabbing the book with his hands. As he did so, his eyes widened, flashbacks of when he was alive flashing before his eyes. From the time he first picked up the book, to the moment of his death. When it was all over, he gasped for air, nearly falling over. Hanasu caught him before he could fall, though. They all looked at him blankly. He smiled wickedly to himself, looking at the three shinigami.

"If you would excuse me, I have some business to attend to." With that, Light started walking away from the group. Hanasu looked up at Kiku and Miru, the two of them nodding.

"You are right, Kira has finally returned."