Sasuke: Legend of L
Hello readers this will be a side story to go in conjunction with that of GUNDAM: CHANGE THE WORLD.
It is I, AraelDranoth.
Now then this is a story that I have had an idea about for quite some time now and just wanted to get it out there.
It is true that not even the Shinigami know from whence the Deathnote came from. Because of this there are many things regarding the notebook that is still unknown.
Shinigami exist in every realm, or perhaps it would be better to say that they are able to manifest in every realm. As such there are certain rules that the Deathnote possesses in order to accomadate these realities.
It is in the realm of Naruto that our story begins.
Sasuke couldn't believe it.
His big brother had done it.
He had killed their entire clan.
Now his brother mocked him and said that in order for him to gain the power of revenge he should kill the one closest to him.
His brother then used his eyes in order to make Sasuke fall unconcious.
Itachi took one last look at his little brother before moving away, a single tear escaping him.
Sasuke laid there on the cold, hard, bloodstained ground of the Uchiha district, waiting in blissful unconciousness for someone to finally appear.
When they did, it was not someone that Sasuke would want finding him.
"So this is Itachi's little brother, Sasuke I believe." A cold, dark voice stated.
If Sasuke were concious he would have seen that the speaker was a man. He wore a black, high-collared black cloak with a unique red cloud pattern adorning it. The man had short spiky black hair and an orange spiral mask covered his face. The mask covered the entirety of his face except for a single visible eyehole on the right hand side of his mask.
He looked down at Sasuke and if one were to look closely they would find that there was an eerie red glow coming from the eyehole in the mask.
"I won't let someone like you ruin my plans for Itachi." The man said as he drew a kunai and prepared to cut down the sleeping child.
At the last moment he hesitated and withdrew the kunai.
"Fortunately for you, I promised Itachi that I would not kill you. However that does not mean I cannot get rid of you."
The man chuckled and the red glow seemed to grow brighter.
The man erased the child's memories completely
The air around Sasuke's body warped into a single concentrated point and then seemed to suck Sasuke into it as a result, causing him to disappear.
The boy woke up.
"Where am I?" He whispered to himself.
He was in an alleyway of some sort. Trash littered the place and the wind was blowing harshly and it was very cold.
"Who am I?" He asked himself.
Standing up he hugged his clothes tighter to his body in order to protect himself from the cold. The wind proved merciless.
"I have to get out of here." he said determindley.
He froze when he exited the alley. There were so many people walking around, wearing the strangest clothing.
Well, strange at least in comparison to what he was wearing. What frightened him the most was the strange metal things moving around with what appeared to be people driving them.
Deciding to keep away from these strange contraptions, he moved with the flow of the people around him hugging his clothing to his body the entire time. Seeing an open building in front of him, he moved inside so that he could be warmer.
He noticed that he was in a shopping mall of some kind. His eyes grew wide and he moved from shop window to shop window, looking at all of the strange and wonderful things that they had to show.
That's when he felt that he was hungry. Moving around he decided to find the food court.
He eventually found it and felt drawn to a small coffe shop in the corner of the food court.
Once inside, he recieved quite a number of strange looks and glares from the occupants of the coffee shop. What felt odd was the look coming from an old man sitting at one of the tables. He wore a rainjacket, had a full head of hair which seemed to be well groomed as well as a moustache. All his hair was white. The old man had a curious expression on his face as he looked at him.
Moving towards the counter he saw the food they had on display. His eyes were immediately drawn to the cakes on display, in particular, that of the strawberry shortcake.
Digging in his pockets he found some notes and a few coins. Hoping it would be enough, catching the attention of the woman at the counter he held out the money and pointed at the cake he wanted.
The woman looked at the money and sighed.
"I'm sorry, but we cannot accept foreign money. We only take Euro's or Pounds here." She explained giving him a pitying glance.
The boy sighed sadly and nodded, before looking up hopefully.
"Isn't there anything I can do?" He asked.
The woman shook her head. When all of a sudden the old man walked up behind him.
"That's all right, I'll pay for the young man here." He said, his voice filled with wisdom and kindness.
The woman looked at the old man for a moment before smiling and nodding. She opened the counter and took out a slice of the strawberry shortcake and began preparing it for the old man.
The old man tapped the boy on the shoulder and led him to the table where he was sitting at. The boy sat in an odd position with his legs tucked up onto the edge of the seat.
"So, what is your name young man?" The old man asked.
Feeling on guard for some reason, he retaliated.
"What's yours?" He asked in return. The old man looked at him for a moment before smiling.
"If I tell you mine will you tell me yours?" The man asked.
Hesitating, the boy gave a small nod in reply.
"Arthur McQueen" The man said.
The boy glared and his eyes narrowed at the old man.
"You're lying, I can tell." The boy accused.
The old man's eyes widened and he looked at the boy.
"What makes you say that?" He asked curiously.
The boy looked at him dead in the eye.
"It's because your body went stiff, your pupils dilated and the skin around your eyes tightened not to mention your breathing pace quickened momentarily" The boy explained.
The man blinked at the boy and stared at the boy whilst he ate his cake. As the boy took the last bite of his cake the old man let out a chuckle.
"You are quite an observant, not to mention clever young man." The old man complimented.
The boy inclined his head in response to the old man's statement.
"Very well my name is Qullish Whammy." The man introduced himself.
The boy perked up at the mention of the name.
"And I don't have a name." He responded excitedly.
Quillish raised a brow in confusion.
"Didn't your parents give you one?"
The boy slumped his shoulders.
"I don't think I have any parents, judging from the state and nature of my clothing and from what I can tell... I'm an orphan." The boy replied.
Quillish raised an eyebrow.
"Then why don't you come stay with me?" The man asked. The boy looked at the man guardedly.
"With you?"
"Yes, I run an orphanage on the outskirts of London and I think it would be perfect for you. You would be given a place to stay, food to eat and clothing to wear."
"Would you let me leave if I wanted?"
"I would be disappointed if you left, but I wouldn't stop you."
Putting his thumb in his mouth, he thought about it. After five seconds had passed he had finished calculating the pros and cons of the offer, before finally giving an answer.
"I'll go with you."
Eventually the boy took the name of L Lawliet and decided to become a detective. By the time the boy was fifteen he had already solved numerous cases via online internet help sites.
He had in a very short period of time, achieved the title of the world's greatest detective.
By the time he was twenty-three he then tackled a new case. A mass murderer existed with the power to kill using heart attacks. The killer had been nicknamed 'Kira' by the public. Using all the resources at his disposal, L was able to determine that Kira needed a name and a face to kill, and that he was based in Japan.
Upon further investigation it was discovered that Kira was a student and had access to police information.
L narrowed down the list of suspects down to one possible suspect.
Light Yagami.
The moment L saw him, he knew that he was Kira, he just knew it.
However, he was not able to prove it no matter what and in the end it was all pointless. L discovered that a notebook was the murder weapon, the notebook stated that whosoever's name is written in it would die.
L was in the end able to obtain a notebook which allowed him and the team of investigators to see the shinigami of the notebook, Rem.
Then he lost all contact with Quillish, also known as Watari. He was sitting on his chair in front of screens of computers, when the screens flashed a message.
DATA DELETION
"What does that mean?" Light asked him.
"It was a defensive measure that Watari and I put in place in case one of us was killed or the case compromised." L explained.
Suddenly his eyes widened.
"Everyone, where is the Shinigami? We have to..." His voice was cut off as a great pain gripped his chest, causing him to fall to the floor.
Light held him in his arms and a triumphant smile crossed Light's face.
Gasping, L used the last of his strength to call out.
"Light... you're Kira." He said even as the world faded into darkness.
In the Death Note a new rule appeared on the instructions.
THE DEATH NOTE
HOW TO USE
SOMEONE FROM A DIFFERENT REALM OF REALITY TO THE ONE THIS NOTEBOOK IS FOUND IN CANNOT BE KILLED. IF THEIR NAME IS WRITTEN IN THE NOTEBOOK THEN THAT PERSON WILL SIMPLY RETURN TO THEIR HOME REALITY.
Inside of Rem's notebook were the two names
Quillish Whammy
Sasuke Uchiha
Yeah I know that kind of sucked but I thought I would give it a shot.
until next time
AraelDranoth