The Light of Justice and Lelouch of the Rebellion: Intertwined

Author's Notes:

Hey there you guys. This is my first fanfic, just so you know. I noticed that were no super-awesome completed Code Geass/ Death Note mash-ups, so I decided to make one of my own though I must note it was INSPIRED BY KNIGHTOFZER0'S GEASS VS THE DEATH NOTE. Just making sure we're on the same page ^.^

I like, no, I love to write, and I don't plan on abandoning this fanfic ever, simply because Code Geass and Death Note are that cool: especially combined. Also, if you find plot holes, inconsistencies, really lame descriptions, misspelled words, grammar errors or anything at all that interferes with the quality of my work, feel more than free to comment. I want your good reviews, it'll help me to continue to update more frequently. I want your bad reviews, because they show me what I'm doing wrong. But do not just post 'You suck'. Tell me why at least! I want to make my readers happy! So yes I want you to comment, but I'm not going to enforce some lame '10 reviews before I update' policy or anything like that. And while we're on the topic of updates, let me just say I will not update all that frequently. Not because I'm a lazy writer but because that annoying thing called 'my life' gets in my from time to time and I have to yell at it to go away and let me write in peace.

Also, this chapter will be relatively short compared to many monster chapters I intend on producing, simply because introductions shouldn't be an antagonizingly long ordeal. So without further ado, here is my first chapter. Enjoy!

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~7:23 p.m., November 5th, 2007~

16th floor, L's top-secret investigation headquarters, Downtown Tokyo, Japan

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Chapter 1:

Blind Justice

Rain poured down in sheets, in buckets; soaking everything out in the open in a matter of minutes, including two young men. One, with rich auburn hair and fixated amber eyes, possessing god-like grace and attractiveness, his broad shoulders arched back with pride and posture. The other with sleek, unkempt black hair and eerie eyes, as vacuous as swirling black water, and would rather go on a diet than sit up straight and wear shoes, making him appear lesser and shorter than his equal a few meters away even though they were the same height.

"Ryuzaki." The fairer man spoke to the unkempt one, keeping his tone even despite his irritation with the other.

"Yes, Light-kun?" The unkempt one answered the question calmly and with absolute placidity, seemingly imperturbable in the freezing rain.

"What are you doing out here in this storm?" He tried, but the man, Ryuzaki, only ignored him and continued staring out into the distance.

"Ryuzaki, you should come inside or you might catch a cold. Sickness is the last thing we'll need now that we're close to capturing Kira." The fairer man tried a different angle of persuasion, yet no response was given from the other man.

The 'fairer man' stood a few paces behind Ryuzaki, who took the liberty of narrowing his eyes in deep thought, grimacing slightly while he decided how to interpret the other's words. A silence stilled the air around them, giving off an illusion of tranquility. Ah, but the unspoken conversation talked louder than the rain and the foot-traffic several stories below the pair.

So then, Light, do you know enough about Kira to determine that he is not being close to capture, to turn it around and say 'Kira can be stopped.' Have you realized that if the 13-day rule turns out to be a farce, then it will be impossible to deny that you are Kira? This can either be a good thing for you, or it may very well lead to your demise.

Do what you wish. Try as you might. Justice will prevail… for I have the gods on my side. Rem will, in time, sacrifice herself for Misa's sake, sending you and Watari both to hell. This much I know, and this much will come to pass.

But Ryuzaki didn't bother to voice his opinions this time, if only to antagonize the younger man. Light, also, didn't feel like probing Ryuzaki for his opinion, for they each knew in just a short matter or time, L or Kira would be devoured by the other. Which ever is the superior. Which ever can solve the mystery first. Which ever had the stronger sense of justice. But now, now when all was calm and the world they fought to change held its breath, there was too much suspense in the pent-up, gray air for such loaded talk.

"I was inside, trying to come up with a back-up plan, in the event that the Americans deny Watari's request." Ryuzaki drawled, referring to his attempt to have a prisoner test the Death Note to prove the falseness of the 13-day rule.

"But then I became distracted. I heard them, Light. The bells, from a distant church. Do you hear them, Light-kun?" He turned his head to look up into Light's eyes, only for a second, but then turned his attention back to the 'bells'.

"I don't hear anything." Light said bluntly after a few seconds.

"You sure? I can hear them. Deafeningly loud. It might be the top of the hour. A wedding. Or perhaps…"

A funeral. Yes. The word remained unspoken, yet the premise of death hung in the air. It always did, as death was a natural part of life. But death wasn't for a passing stranger today. It was coming for one of them. It had come for one of them. For Ryuzaki. For L.

Leave me alone, damned ghost. Light snarled at just one of the memories that refused to stop tormenting his troubled mind. He closed his eyes, trying to purge himself of this thought, only to see the last accusing glimmer in L's dead gray eyes, etched on his face forever, and tattooed similarly on the back of Light's eyelids.

But that had been hours ago. L Lawliett had died at 12:49 p.m. on the fifth of November. The clock on Light's desk now displayed a laser-red 9:23. Almost nine hours since L's death, but time still marched forward. Rain continued to fall. Criminals continued to require punishment. Now, a very restless and apprehensive nine hours later Light sat motionless at his cherrywood desk, his face a flawless indifferent mask and his posture perfectly straight except for his elbows on his desk, propping up his arms that held his head in his hands, a peculiar stance for someone who just 'won'. What made it even more odd was the chessboard for this particular game spanned the surface area of the entire globe, the pawns were every person alive, and the big prize was the gambler's own morality.

However, a certain sadness blurred the edges of what should have been the picture of victory, which didn't make sense at all. Light Yagami wasn't a police officer, a criminal, or anyone else that liked the kind of justice that L embodied. A fair trial for obviously guilty criminals, a system of courts and corruption that eventually let the scum of the earth run free and repeat their crimes again, that made innocent people pay for a guilty man's fare were the very things that Light, as Kira, rebelled against. And since L was Kira's mortal enemy, remorse was out of place here.

Yes. Light had won. Kira had won. But then why couldn't Light stop simmering in his empty sense of accomplishment, why couldn't he stop… mourning? Light was just as confused himself while the images of the day's events replayed themselves over and over again in his mind.

Blind Justice. Light thought, hoping that those two words he often used to collectively call that evil system that spurred so much anger inside his soul would force those images of his mind and clear it for the task at hand: what had to be done next.

With L gone, so much was within his reach. Should world domination be attempted? Would it be best now to only sit back and punish criminals while the world handled itself? Is not sharing the wealth of the world with third world countries considered a sin curable by his Death Note? What if the focus shifted to educating the still-innocent toddlers of the world against the wicked ways of their fathers?

But the truth was, on top of registering the fact that L was dead, Light's mind was subconsciously unable to process that the game was over. No one would attempt to pursue him as actively as L had. No one out there knew as much about Kira and his Death Note as L and his private team had managed to deduce. And no one else would ever have the gall or the brains to try and thwart Kira this round, which meant there was no need for all of those little back-up plans and safety procedures that basically devoured his spare time other than the basics, appear normal to society and kill criminals. All of this, with one scratch of a pen on cursed paper, was difficult for Light's mind to wrap around, since for the past year or so all those little schemes and plots were the bane of his existence, refining and perfecting the machine known as his brain into something lethal, amazing, and unstoppable.

But how do you communicate to this machine, which had already learned to ignore its counterpart, the heart, that it was time to power down now? And if this master mind of his had already sacrificed his humanity the second he wrote the first name into the death note, how were these post-victory emotions still able to resurface? That was the problem. It wasn't explainable. Just like the Death Note that had got him here in the first place.

The office was so still, so serene that the pounding of rain could be heard buffeting against the window panes.

'I can hear the bells, Light-kun. The end is coming.'

Only a mere, fleeting nine hours ago he'd felt the deep blue gaze of the only man he could call his equal.

You are dead. You are gone, you are dead! You lost. You… allowed me to win, if you wanted to make me suffer like this than you should have stayed alive, you should have punished me, you should have proved me wrong. But you failed, you failed your justice system and you failed me! So rot in hell, broken corpse. He thought for the thousandth time that evening and ran his hand through his shaggy auburn hair while trying to focus, but his train of thought faded out almost instantly, within the walls of a small gray room that was ever so familiar to him.

Light and Ryuzaki had just come inside from the rainstorm, the both of them leaving a trail of rainwater in their wake. Each held his own towel, but Light was surprised to see Ryuzaki bend down and wash Light's feet, massaging them gingerly with his long pale fingers.

"You don't need to do that for me, Ryuzaki. We can just change clothes and see everyone else. I'm sure they've been waiting for a while now."

"I'm sure there's no reason to rush. All we're doing now is waiting for approval of Watari's request."

Unless, of course, you know something I don't, Kira-san. Ryuzaki resisted the urge to add the zinger and merely finished off with,

"It feels right that I do this for you now. I don't feel like I'm much help nowadays."

"What are you saying? You're the one who's led us this far. We wouldn't be anywhere near as close to Kira if it weren't for you, Ryuzaki."

And how is it you know we're close to Kira? Clearing the 13-day rule doesn't guarantee the capture of Kira. By itself, it only means someone has tampered with the Death Note and we, in turn, have a better understanding of the notebook's power.

"Maybe. But most of the detective work has been Light-kun's. In recent times, it's you who's come up with the best strategies, and I admit, I'm kind of jealous. I've never met someone who has came up to par with me."

"Don't. Don't flatter me. Don't say such useless things. It's our combined work that has got us results and it will be our combined work that brings down Kira. Our similarities and differences make us that much stronger. Now isn't the time to doubt yourself."

"Sure, sure…" L began chewing on one of his fingernails while absently gazing at a point above Light's head, "But I can't help but wonder. Even if what we discover leads us to Kira. Will it be Kira, or a Kira? Will a new one spring up, again and again and again? How many more curveballs, murders, and chases will we have to take on, only to sever the strings of yet another puppet."

L sighed, and Light did so internally once he saw that L was about to finally get to the point. "These must sound like petty complaints to you, but to be honest it's not a discomfort of mine. I'm not going anywhere, Light-kun. My life is here, solving cases, catching criminals, no matter the difficultly or offense, but I was thinking... maybe you don't want that kind of life. There are endless reasons for you to give up the chase. Perhaps you'll want a family, with Misa. That woman loves you very much-"

"Don't be so brash about those things! Misa is just my-"

"Or maybe you'll... get bored with catching Kira, frustrated, or fall into a slump for the reason I just specified, or you may find your own reasons."

"It's almost an insult that you'd think I-"

"You may have other goals entirely. Other dreams. Other pursuits. You could do so much with yourself, yet you chose to stay tied down to this case, endlessly scrutinised, examined, and have faced numerous accusations that you are the enemy, Kira. Doesn't that bother you on some level?"

"What of these things, Ryuzaki? Don't you think I knew what I signed up for when I asked to help you solve this case? I'm not leaving, and I refuse to back down until Kira is caught. You have my word."

The two men, hardly older than teenagers studied each other for the next few seconds before L finally broke the silence,

"... Hopefully that wasn't a lie, as I'd be quite lonely without you. Not that I don't appreciate your father and his men's company. I just like it when someone else can prove that my theories make sense. And vice versa. Contrary to popular belief, it's lonely at the top, Light-kun."

A gruff, irritated voice pulled him out of his hellish memories, "Hey Light, if you've got this much spare time on your hands, how about fetching me some apples?" Ryuk, his rather neutral ally in the fight against Kira and L moaned from the bed, obviously sensing his lack of mental focus and trying to use it to his advantage. Next to him, perched on a rather out-of-place looking bubble gum pink mini chaise lounge, sat his most devoted pawn, Misa, who was devouring a strawberry cake slowly with small ladylike bites. In this midst of dealing with his internal strife, Light forgot they were even there.

"Ryuk!" The gorgeous blonde model chided with her mouth full of dessert, "My husband is too busy celebrating his victory and laying out his next deck of cards than to get apples now, isn't that it Light?"

"Hm? Husband? I think you failed to mention earlier the fact that you were married, Misa." Light turned the upper half of his body around in his swivel chair to face the pair, trying to sound optimistic and composed, because that's how Kira would carry himself around his accomplices, regardless of his plight or emotions.

"Oh, don't you remember? Back when we first found each other Misa said as a part of our pact that you'd be my boyfriend and we would go on dates together all the time, but usually we had to pretend we didn't know each other, and you hardly ever bought me things, came over, or even congratulated Misa when she was chosen to star in a new movie."

Light internally rolled his eyes at her intentional misuse of the third person, but didn't turn around and ignore her as Light learned it would only cause her to talk at him more, instead preferring to stare at one of her two red hair ribbons than to make eye contact. For all the colors they changed and moods they expressed, he rarely found much insight and intelligence amidst them.

"And let's not forget, you've been either chained to Ryuzaki's side or away on cool secret missions without me. And so for being such a bad boyfriend, I've decided that you have to propose to me now!" Misa giggled and lightly plucked a strawberry from her desert and popped it her mouth.

"And it's true Misa, I did say we'd create a new world together, and after we sort through the matter of L's death and take out the trash," Light suddenly realized with a tiny stab of regret that he and L's detective team would have to go as well in order to preserve the secrecy of the Death Note, "Then surely we can build a perfect would out of the ashes of the old one."

"Well that's my Light, rearing up and ready to go again. Hmm, but..." Misa's voice dropped into a whisper, something that didn't happen often,

"I was actually thinking that, maybe, you could take a tiny break from all this, and we could actually be normal for a little while. Not forgetting to be Kira, of course, but do easy fun things for a change."

"Sure, that could happen." Light shrugged his shoulders in response and got up out of his desk to stretch, failing to see that Misa's a little while equated to a few years, while Light considered any vacation from important work frivolous when it exceeded a single afternoon.

But as soon as Light got up from his seat, the phone in his pocket vibrated, putting Light and Misa's conversation on hold as he swiftly fished it out of his pocket answered,

"Hello?"

"Ah, Light. Listen, it's me, Matsuda." Light relaxed slightly at the sound of the easy-going detectives voice,

"Everyone else here has come to the conclusion it'd be best to, you know, not tell the world that their last hope against Kira has just been slain." He paused for a moment, considering his choice of words for a moment before quickly adding,

"N-Nothing against you, Light-kun. I just-"

"It's fine. Continue."

"Yes, so… tonight we're going to have a private funeral for Ryuzaki, and Watari also. Misa can come, if she wants. Just be at the third floor in a few." The usually goofy middle-aged man was completely serious as he spoke, and hung up afterwards without even waiting for a reply. Light snapped the small, black phone shut and put on his jacket.

"Misa, Matsuda and the others are hosting a funeral for L tonight. I'm sure the others would appreciate it if you made an appearance."

"But what about you? Aren't you coming?" Misa stood up suddenly and placed her plate of half-eaten cake on Light's nightstand.

"Yeah, I just want some... time alone."

Light walked out of the room, completely ignoring Misa's protests and left without so much as a good-bye. For the next fifteen minutes or so, he solemnly paced all around the large complex, meandering about and purposefully visiting the rooms and corridors used less often so he could think in peace. But in the midst of his wanderings, Light suddenly found himself outside, startled out of his zombie-like trance of thought as heavy rain drenched his second change of clothes for the day.

It had rained almost all day, sometimes lightly, like kitten feet on a trash can, or in driving pellets for only a few moments at a time, but to Light, it seemed like the rain had escalated into more contest cascading sheets after L had drew in his last breath, their drumming persistence echoing off of roofs, the pavement, and the sparse vegetation, coming together to sing a harmonious requiem for the dead detective of blind justice. Irritated, Light simply sat there with his head bowed, watching the rain drip off of his hands, his hands that were permanently superimposed with crimson for all of his deeds, justified yes, but regretfully, some of the innocent got hurt in the process. L was not one of them, so why would the world mourn his absence? Why would he, Kira, mourn his absence?

"Why? Why cry for the dead idealist? The one who favored Blind Justice over Righteous Punishment." Light found himself murmuring aloud and prepared to turn around and head back to the complex until something strange-looking caught his eye.

In the midst of the downpour, some giant white and red monster was lumbering about in a nearby alley.

A Shinigami? Was Light's first thought, until he remembered that Shinigami can't be seen unless you touch their Death Note.

So then what was that thing? Confused, Light crossed the nearby street and peered closer to get a better look at what was going on. As he got closer, the monster's massive form divided into three main shapes clustered around something small and crying out for help with a pitiful high-pitched voice.

A girl. Light deduced, and it took less than a second to realize what was going on, these three men were harassing her. Instantly, Light clenched his fists, angry,

What is this? Do these people think that I'm just an idle threat? Did they not think that Kira wouldn't hear about this, that I can easily wield my powers of death to pass judgment on these worthless vagrants?

Light prepared to use the little piece of paper he always kept hidden in his watch when he realized two very important details: he didn't know any of these guys' names, and the driving rain falling practically in buckets around him would probably soak the slip of paper and make it impossible to write on anyway. But a lack of preparedness and a rainstorm didn't entitle him to leave the poor woman to a cruel fate.

Why is this even a question? How would I live up to the symbol of Kira if I didn't even follow through with my actions? I am Kira, God of Judgement, Protector of the Innocent and Weak. There is no way I can condone this!

And with that, Light nonchalantly walked into the dark alleyway and stood with his arms spread wide between the girl and her assailants, the orange light of the streetlamps giving Light a golden god-like glow.

"You three, what has this girl done to you that you have to harass her? I suggest you leave her alone and run while you still can."

After this girl runs far enough away, I'll distract them, call them some names, and run back to the complex. It's hardly even a block away from here and these men are pitifully out of shape. I'll make it back and one of the security guards in the lobby will see what's wrong and intervene if bad gets to worse. If I'm lucky, he will ask for their names, and I'll eliminate them with my Death Note later. Light thought, pleased with his plan, but strangely enough, the girl cowering behind him hadn't moved an inch.

Run. He telepathically told the girl while the three men only laughed, the middle one taunting him,

"Oh, so this puny little boy wants to play hero now, huh? The noble white prince riding on a pony."

"Sure, how about it boys? I say we should let him play pretend, and give him the royal treatment too."

The one on the right grinned and began cracking his knuckles in preparation for a fight. The girl behind Light gasped, probably expecting her savior to end up running for his life or die here.

"What do you think you're doing? Run now!" Light hissed under his breath at the girl, turning his head around to see what the hold-up was, only for the girl to grab Light's leg roughly, her long nails digging into his flesh through his khaki pants, and in a dizzying flash of bright light, the God of Justice disappeared with the girl, leaving the three men gaping in confusion.

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While Light Yagami's soul drifted through the uncrossable plane: time, the forces of the universe strove to keep him back in the world he belonged. His body, disintegrated into massless particles, lay stranded and motionless despite the force of geass tugging on them. The phenomenon was comparable to a simple grate. Water and pasta will usually sit comfortably mixed in a bowl, yet when the contents are tilted down towards a grate, only the water is able to pass through the tiny holes etched into the metal fixture and into a different bowl. The water was the woman's soul, which had no business in Light's time, so it was allowed to pass through without difficultly. But Light's was the spaghetti, halted by the grate as it tried to go through the same way as the water. Gravity versus Physics. Matter cannot pass through a space smaller than its own mass. Objects with more mass attract objects with lesser mass. At any other time, physics would have won. But not only did geass have the 'gravity' to set up the situation, but it also held the power to alter the same situation to go its way. Geass had the power to add a human hand to the equation to grab the spaghetti and bypass over the grate to place it in the second bowl with the water.

Yet while geass and natural law fought over him, Light himself felt nothing, as his nervous system couldn't function properly while broken up into trillions of pieces, but his soul felt the strain of supernatural forces forcing him to cross the fourth dimension. It took time. Time that was not counted, since time was held at bay in this region, yet the resistance force of the universe disrupted the trajectory course of the girl and Light's path just enough to alter their destination. But after quite a while of this, geass finally won the battle and the pair landed in the year 2017, the girl immediately conscious and standing while a young man appeared next to her, still and unaware of his surroundings.

"Eh. Six years of this cursed geass and time-travel never gets old. I'd dare say it's the one making me old." The girl muttered sarcastically to herself, not even caring to hide the fact the she had a geass from the comatose body next to her, as it'd be impossible to explain away how they'd came here without any means of rationality anyway. She yawned and stretched her lithe, pliant body just enough to wake up her brain as she redid her long reddish gold ponytail. Already her usual plan of action ran through her head,

Figure out year. Get food if you can. Sleep if it's safe. If mission unsuccessful, find a deserted place and teleport away as soon as possible.

"Hey. Get up, I know time-travel can be rough sometimes, but I'm sure we can find somewhere better to sleep than the sidewalk." The girl bent down and prodded the man's face with her finger, her long nail cutting a temporary shallow indention on the taut, pale skin of his cheekbone.

"Whatever. Be that way." She rolled her eyes and dug into the man's pockets, her small hand resurfacing a moment later holding a compact black wallet with several shiny cards of all sorts pocking through the top and bottom.

"Usually people get upset when you mess with their stuff, and it wouldn't hurt to know the guy's name." The girl said to no one in particular, pulling out a random card. The girl had to squint to read the inscriptions in the faint glow of streetlights nearby to make out the little letters in black official ten point point.

"Yagami Light."

Everyone felt the tremor, the certain pulse of energy associated with the dramatic arrival of change, yet only the immortals, those closest to geass, could feel it enough to notice something off about its nature. You see, there can only be one dominant force. One ruler of a nation. One figurehead that dictates how its puppets behave at any given time. The reigning super power of this world was geass. Geass overrode all natural laws. Geass corroded reason. Geass reshaped humanity. Geass was the last word, the trump card, the underground currency of this realm. Just as the Death Note was in Light's time. The two powers coming together could only create disaster for anyone wielding either of these and anyone caught in the crossfire.

The girl grinned, intrigued at the odd name yet liking the way it rolled off her tongue, but oblivious what she had done by bringing this man here. "Yagami Light…"

Amber eyes flew open. The owner, bound and gagged in a chamber of which she'd already died of suffocation in at least a dozen times, was several hundred years old and had never felt this unique sensation, this current of danger, apprehension, and suspense. The reason for the feeling would have been pondered, had the owner not run out of air yet again, their brain temporarily shut down for the repair of oxygen-deprived cells.

Orbs as blue as the ice they were enclosed in widened in interest, though they did nothing further to investigate.

"Interesting." A violet-eyed immortal, old only in years of existence smiled with delight.

"Probably nothing important." Stern green eyes, deadset on the road in front of them, completely ignored the matter.

Yet another pair of eyes, wide like a child's and the color of fully bloomed lavender flowers didn't so much as blink, instead one blonde eyebrow was raised in curiosity.

"Did you just sense that?" He addressed his subordinate. The other man didn't respond at first, but stood as still as a statue in concentration. Only his eyes showed signs of life, in which a bird-like sigil quickly appeared and faded away.

"Yes. But it's nothing geass-related, your highness."

These certain immortals and only a handful more across the globe noticed, yet made no active effort to find the source of the disruption. How could they when it was but a young teenage boy that had caused it? Yet Light Yagami wasn't just any teenage boy. He was, in his mind, a god, a supreme being of judgement, righteousness, a patron saint to the weak and innocent.

"Look here, Light. I'm not going to wait for you all day. Either you get up and come with me now, or you can sleep there alone. Take your pick." The girl sharply kicked Light's shoulder in an attempt to get him to stir.

I must find out the year as soon as possible. The girl thought as a low rumble was emitted from her stomach, reminding her of her second objective.

But only silence came from the sleeping man.

"Fine then. I don't have time for people who want to be difficult."

The girl rolled her eyes, but as she turned around to continue down the path of the dark alleyway, she tripped over Light's leg. The sudden contact between Geass-user and Death Note carrier sent a quick jolt up her spine. Sensing this, the girl glanced back at Light's sleeping form. She sighed and shook her head, going about her own way without looking back.

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I'll entice you to wonder again in the morning