Warnings: I don't really know yet. Spoilers I guess. LightxL later on!!

Disclaimer: Death Note is not mine. And that's good, seeing as if I owned it, the whole plot would really have sucked.

A/N: Oh-kay!! Here I am with my FIRST chaptered Death Note fanfic! I am really, really anxious about this one, and it's probably a bad idea and all, but this plot just won't get out of my head. Please keep in mind that I am not from an English speaking country and that this might mean that you'll find misspellings and grammatical errors in here. Also, I hope that you will tell me what I can do to improve my writing.

First of all; I chose this plot because I think the original story is wonderful and I wanted to keep it intact. You must excuse me if you find my language poor and if you do, PLEASE tell me.

Anyway; I want to dedicate this story to two of my earlier reviewers;

mornir-brightflame and Kiki Lelsissia

AND to Lifes.Lover, a dear friend here on FF net

You all are amazing and you have provided me with so much help and motivation. Thank you!

Now, all of you; PLEASE ENJOY!

Love,
Naro.


Game Over

Chapter One

"Possibly Hell"

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Think.

Breathe.

Move—

Wait what?!

His eyes fluttered open, but he closed them rapidly, as an intense, white light seemed to rip his corneas to shreds. As the pain slowly ebbed away, he inhaled deeply once again and his breath hitched at the feeling of air filling his lungs.

He could breathe!

Laying completely still for what seemed like minutes, he carefully tried to move his hand and felt how it grasped the ground beneath him. Ground! He continued to move his digits and all of a sudden he realized that his fingers were fiddling with something akin to grass!

How could that even be possible? He was dead! He had to be!

He could remember it clearly. All if it!

How Near and the SPK had watched him crawling like pathetic fool on the floor, stained with his own blood, after Matsuda that traitorous jerk had shot him! How he had tried to write the damn brat's name down on a piece of paper from the Death Note and how Ryuk had disagreed to help him. Betrayed him even.

He remembered the taste of chopper in his mouth, the insufferable pain from his wounds, the moldy smell from the wooden, dusty floor.

He had been scared.

Awfully scared and completely alone.

Not even Mikami had been able to help him out. The idiot had stabbed himself the moment he realized Kira was caught and there was no way out.

He recalled the way his heart had clenched in his chest and how he had struggled enormously not to let tears fill his eyes. It had hurt so badly, more than anything he had ever felt. It had been a heart attack, no doubt. A heart attack caused by the Shinigami writing his name in the note.

He was supposed to be dead! Why was he here now? And where was 'here' anyway?

Now he did not care about the scolding light, or the pain it evoked. Forcing his eyes open, Light Yagami was faced with the most shocking sight he had ever experienced.

He was surrounded by tall, majestic mountains, rising towards a deep blue sky. Mountains more massive than he had seen in his entire life. High peeks covered with glimmering, white snow. Below them, crawling up the steep hills, were luxuriant forests that ended in wide, deserted plains of emerald grass. A river slithered across the beautiful panorama, dividing the forest in two halves and not a building, or any other sign of technology for that matter, was in sight. Birds could be heard from the depths of the amazing, green forest and he caught sight of an eagle in between the cotton clouds.

The landscape lay bathed in strong sunlight and a swift wind played in the treetops.
The beauty surrounding him on all sides stole his breath away and he could only stare.

This had to be the fairest place on earth.

No, he reminded himself, this could not be a place on earth, now could it?

He was dead, and therefore he could not still be on earth, at least not in the human realm. Nor could it be the Shinigami realm. Ryuk, the bastard, had described it as gray, scary and boring. This definitely wasn't any of those things. It could very easily be associated with Heaven, but considering the rules of the note, he could not end up there. No, this place was something else. Muu maybe? It seemed like the most plausible option just then.

But how could this be nothingness?

"The probabilities of this being Hell just went up by a hundred percent."

Light's heart froze and had he been surprised before, it could not even compare to the shock he felt now.

That voice.

That smooth, yet monotone emphasis, companied by a somewhat foreign accent. An accent he now knew had to be English.

He had heard it a million times before it seemed, just not recently. In fact, it had been several years since his ears had been presented with it. Six years to be exact.

That voice.

It was so familiar, yet so far away. Like a dream. He remembered it perfectly, but it was out of this world none the less.

He felt how goosebumps appeared on his skin and how every tiny hair on his back stood straight. It was almost as if being faced with a ghost. No wait, this was indeed a ghost. It had to be!

L was dead.

He turned sharply, an almost desperate prayer echoing from the depths of his soul.

This can't be!

It's impossible!

He was greatly disappointed.

In front of him, only five feet away, barefoot and hunched over like always, stood none other than the detective himself.

Chocolate eyes widened to the point where it became surreal.

Nothing about him had changed really. He looked completely the same way as he had done all those years ago. Suddenly, by the sight of the man, Light remembered everything about L with a frightening clarity. His big, soulless eyes, his unruly hair, the sloppy clothes.

He remembered the way the detective always used to wake him up in the middle of the night for a snack. How he accused him for being Kira every possible chance he got. How he sat, how he spoke, how his pupils narrowed when he was surprised.

Everything!

And now, the same man that Light remembered all these things about was standing straight before him, hands in his pockets, toes tangled in the grass and carrying a rather gloomy expression. The dark bags beneath his eyes had not shrunk and he appeared just as spidery and frail as he had done the last time Light had seen him.

Dead. Rem had killed him, thinking that she protected Misa by doing so. Rem had murdered L!

Light had seen his fucking corpse!

He had held him that day. Held his body as it went rigid. When the light he never knew existed until then, left his dark-rimmed eyes.

L was fucking dead!

"You!" The auburn haired genius hissed between gritted teeth as anger flared up inside of him all of a sudden. A familiar feeling of hatred made his heart speed up and the blood started throbbing heavily in his ears.

L quirked an eyebrow and Light felt as if someone stabbed him with a knife and twisted around in his gut. The gesture was so delicate, so clean and for some reason it annoyed him to no end. He wanted to wipe that look off of the raven haired man's face, preferably with a damn good kick.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" He spat vehemently, feeling how a wave of fury washed through him.

The panda-eyed detective's lip quivered and for a split second, Light thought he saw something akin to aggression building up in his coal colored eyes. However, the look soon vanished and his features went plain again. Sleek and pale, like an iceberg.

"I could ask you the same thing Yagami-kun." He stated calmly, although Light knew perfectly well he had to feel all but calm. "However, I will not, seeing as nor I know where this place is, or how I got here. But," he continued to stare at Light, "I assume it's safe to say that you are dead. Or else you wouldn't be here."

"Of course I'm bloody dead you son of a bitch!" He barked.

L merely blinked and Light was peeved beyond boundaries. He really could not stand the man and the thought of spending his afterlife with said man made his insides curl. He felt like throwing up.

"This is my afterlife L!" His right arm shot out and he gestured towards the surroundings. The thought of this obscure creature (read L) soiling his perfect place was unbearable. "Now get lost!"

"Oh, believe me Yagami-kun," the insomniac answered with a hint of sarcasm staining his cool voice, "I would if I could." His eyes darted to meet Light's. "I don't want to be around you any more than you want to be around me. Besides, you are the one to blame for all of this anyway, friend."

Light almost laughed. "Still mad about that Ryuzaki?" His voice hardened again, "getting killed was your own damn fault! It wasn't even me anyway. It was Rem."

A snort. "Really? I'm so sorry Yagami-kun. My mistake. And to think that all this time I thought it was you who wanted me buried."

Light felt his eye twitch.

Sarcasm.

"You're just mad because I won." He hissed. "I fucking won L!"

Light - one. L – zero.

Somewhere above them, the eagle Light had seen earlier gave a guttural, predatory screech.

"Won?" L blinked. "You really think dying is winning?" His thumb, oh God how typical, was raised to his mouth and he started nibbling on it. Light felt like cutting it straight off.

"Well," the detective mused, "I guess that means I won, seeing as I died first."

Light wanted to pull his hair out. "Gah! You're such a damned pain in the ass Ryuzaki! I hate you!" He threw his arms in the air and just stood there panting. This was definitely the worst thing that could have happened. Not only was he fucking dead, he was being haunted by L!

"Out of curiosity," L had obviously decided to ignore his little outburst, "may I ask who finally brought you down?" There was mocking in his usual emotionless tone and Light was overcome with the urge to place his fist in that hated, pale face.

Sneering at the detective, he gave him the finger instead.

"None of your damned business L."

Dark eyes flashed threateningly his way and Light's glare shot daggers in return. There was absolutely no way he was going to tell the bastard who had killed him and that Near, his own damn successor had been the one causing his fall.

"Oh," the insomniac breathed, "but I believe it is..." He continued to penetrate Light with that all-knowing gaze of his. "Was it Near? Mello? Or possibly even your own fat—"

"Shut up!"

L actually looked pleased. Like a cat cornering it's pray. "I struck a nerve didn't I?"

"Fuck you!"

The detective made a face. "Fuck you? I'd rather not." He ignored the other's enraged spluttering. "So, who was it?" Clearly, the man was not going to let him out of this one.

Well, in that case, Light was gonna give him what he wanted.

"For your information," the hazel-eyed man started with a faint smirk and grinned inwardly when he noticed a look of vague concern grazing the cake-killer's features. Oh, he was most certainly going to get the truth now!

"Mello, or should I say Mihael Keehl," L's eyes snapped open, "could have done no such thing as killing me, seeing as he is dead."

For a moment, Light wanted to throw his head back and laugh upon seeing L's shocked expression. His mouth had fallen open and he was gaping like there was no tomorrow. The detective did nothing to hide it and the reaction quite truthfully cheered him up. This felt good.

"Yes, L. Mello is dead. Unfortunately, he passed away just after I—"

"So it was Near then."

The sudden and unexpected calmness of L's voice startled him and when he looked up, Light was only a blink away from gaping. The spidery man appeared to be in total control of his actions again and there wasn't even a hint of emotion in his eyes.

His words still echoed in the brunet's ears.

Near.

That detestable brat, he thought, was probably the one person he hated more than Ryuuzaki.

A quick glance at the detective, however, made him rethink his statement.

L's face was, despite the inner turmoil he must be feeling, a blank page and Light's previous revelations no longer seemed to have the slightest effect on him. To hell with him and his constant self-control!

At that point, Light decided that Near came a close second to the insomniac regarding who was his nemesis. Growling deep in his throat the auburn haired male turned away from the infuriating sight of the detective. He wasn't even able to face the man!

"There's no use in denying it Yagami-kun. You are an almost flawless liar, but your silence speaks for itself. Near caught you and we both know it."

Light was about to whirl around and yell at the man, but refrained from doing so the last second. Instead, he turned around slowly, and while he stooped his head faintly, he permitted a cruel smile to form on his lips.

"Very well then," he nearly whispered and flicked some of his hair out of his eyes in a swift motion, "I will not deny it."

L seemed a but surprised, and Light could see the suspicion flickering in those large, gloomy orbs. He sniggered inwardly.

"You are right L. Near figured out I was Kira. Sure, it took him a quite the amount of years to do so, but he managed to solve the puzzle in the end."

L said nothing, so Light simply continued. "However, you should know that before I so tragically passed away—"

The detective gave a small snort, interrupting him in his speech, making Light grimace in irritation.

"As I was saying, Ryuuzaki, when you so rudely interrupted me; Before I was caught and executed, the inhabitants of the world were starting to praise Kira." He almost sniggered at the look L sent him. "They started appreciating his abilities to see righteous judgment and even the president of The United States gave Kira permission to carry out his work."

"—You mean your work", the detective snapped, face now flushed with anger.

Light did not bother to answer. "The Kira followers grew large in numbers and people realized that someone was watching out for them. They were approving of the New God and his Justice, L."

L's eyes narrowed dangerously. "Justice you say?"

Light felt his anger rise at the tone the detective used. Ryuzaki had never cared about masking his words unless he wanted to himself. Now he was evidently mad and quite frankly Light found it slightly captivating to watch. Yet, the insomniac's twisted sense of justice pissed him off and he was once again overcome by the rage he had been feeling towards the detective when he was still alive. The damn sugarmaniac managed to irritate him even in death!

Scowling, he stepped closer to the hunched figure.

"Yes. Justice L!" He paused to draw his breath. "I am Justice!"

He knew the detective did not approve of his Perfect World, but he still felt like he should let the man know that he had yet to give up on it. Even if things seemed pretty dark at the moment.

L's lips actually tugged upwards and for a brief moment, the ghost of a smirk grazed his pale features. The sight only infuriated Light more. How the hell could he be smirking now?

"Of course Yagami-kun. You still believe that don't you?"

His tone was poisoning and his voice quivered faintly despite the way he held his face.

Typical L!

Always acting, never letting his guard down.

The black eyed man paused a little and Light could literally picture how he struggled to hold his calm demeanor. The thought of L being upset made him feel a tad better and noting how his pulse slowed down, he huffed before turning away from the raven haired man.

"Like you said yourself, of course I do." He gave a nonchalant shrug.

"Besides, you're one to talk about screwed justice."

Onyx eyes burned into his back and Light smirked. He had achieved his goal. L was angry now and nothing made the auburn haired male happier than the fact that he had managed to evoke such a strong feeling as anger within the detective.

He really hated L. Hated everything about him.

The way he stood, like an old man, crooked and frail. His disgusting eating habits, his bare feet, the way his jumper hung loosely around his bony shoulders. The way he would talk in that monotone, highly annoying fashion of his. Everything!

The man was a nuisance! Ruyk most certainly had been wrong when he said Raito would not go Heaven nor Hell. This had to be Hell dammit! Why else would L, his worst enemy, be around?! On the other hand, why would L be in Hell?

Arhg! He did not even care! The case was quite simple, L was here, Light detested him and had to get rid of the man as soon as possible.

He should probably be a little more careful with his words though. He perfectly remembered L's kicks and the fact that despite his seemingly fragile built, he was rather strong. However, he was to fed up with the bastard to care right now. All he really wanted was to hurt L and he was most definitely going to to his best to achieve his goal.

He tilted his head sideways for a moment and rolled his neck, pretending to be bored.

"You're one to talk L. Really, come on!" He trapped the other's gaze. "You have no right to point out my flaws. Look at yourself. When you were still alive and working on the Kira-case, you went by all means to get what you wanted. You locked Misa up for days, until she was on the verge of break down. You—"

"Misa Amane was under suspicion of being the Second Kira! You know that awfully well Yagami-kun!"

Light gave a shrug. "That still doesn't make your methods fair, now does it?" He watched how the detective's eyes turned a deeper shade of black. The predatory gleam he saw hidden withing their depths only encouraged him to go on.

The bastard was going to get it all.

"Drop it." A gust of wind played with his auburn locks, making them dance before his eyes.

"Let's face it Ryuuzaki. You're nothing but a slave to your own, fucked up conscience. You believe you know the difference between right and wrong at that it has fallen upon you to deliver punishment to those who doesn't follow your rules." He paused, leaving the sentence hanging. Surely L would catch up with him. "What makes you any different than Kira?"

Wham!

He was knocked off his feet and before he knew it, he was laying face down on the ground. Groaning in pain -who knew the afterlife could hurt?-, he rolled over and found a furious L standing over him.

"Don't ever compare me to yourself again Yagami-kun. Unless you want to suffer for the rest of eternity!" Light was tempted to shoot back, but something in the detective eyes made him close his mouth. L was not only mad, his eyes were blazing. Light had never seen that colorless face so darkened and even though he would never admit it, let alone say it out loud, the look in the insomniac's eyes gave him the creeps.

"You are a ruthless killer! A man—no a child, spreading out your deceased message to every corner of the world, creating fear and hate among men! How dare you even think that you and I have something in common?" His voice cracked and Light felt his eyes widen despite himself, "if not for you, hundred, no thousands of people would still be alive and well!"

The ebony haired detective inhaled shakily and his whole body trembled with utter rage. "You used all the people that trusted you and you never once looked back at your own crimes! All you could think of was power! What about Misa Light- kun? You never really loved her, did you? You used her!"

Light's brows furrowed at the mention of his previous girlfriend.

The detective was beyond coherency now and seemingly on instinct, he reached down and grabbed the front of Light's shirt.

Yanking him upwards, so that their faces were only inches apart, L seized the brunet's eyes with his own.

"You used her, just like you did to everyone else!" Despite his obvious exacerbation, he let out an exasperated sigh and some of the steel in his voice dissapeared. "It's almost like you weren't even human. You held no emotions, nothing at all!"

His words came out like whispers. "I called you my friend."

Light wanted to shoot back, but for some reason, he found no fitting reply. He just continued to stare into L's eyes. For a moment, he thought they seemed somewhat soft, but the next, they burned with a scolding passion.

"You are nothing but a juvenile smart-ass, wanting to rule the world Light-kun!" For some weird reason, Light cringed a little when L used his name like that, "You don't even know the meaning of justice! You are a coward!" He drew his breath,

"Kira."

That did it. Light snapped.

All the rage he had been building up over the past years, all the emotions he had locked away, suddenly hit him like a bullet to the chest and his mind went completely blank.

Without thinking, or even registering what he did, he leaped at the detective, hand clenched in a hard, unforgiving fist.


A/N: :Sweatdrop: I'm a bit scared. What do you think? :Bites nails nervously:

Oh, by the way! The place Light and L find themselves in has a purpose, please wait and you'll see!