Okay, so I've thought about making a Death Note fanfiction, but figured I could never pull it off. I thought of a Pokemon Death Note fanfiction, laughed at the thought, and looked to see if any actually existed. Lo and behold, a few did. I never really considered going through with my idea until about a week later, when my hype for Death Note began to run high once again. I thought about the characters, the plot, and couldn't convince myself not to write this so... Here I am.
I really don't expect this to go anywhere, but I figured the thought wouldn't stop nagging me until I gave it a shot. So... Thanks for opening up the story, hope you read and review, because I only update with feedback.
Now then.
Disclaimer: I do not now Pokemon or Death Note
Dark eyes opened slowly, moving sluggishly to observe their surroundings. Where am I..?
The man with black hair sat up, collecting his thoughts. Light Yagami was Kira. Watari was dead.
He was dead.
"That was... Unpleasant..." L climbed to his feet, looking around what he could only assume was the afterlife. It was a grey, barren wasteland.
"So... This must be hell." The dead detective concluded, masking any fears he might have.
"It's pretty close."
L looked up, his eyes widening. Above him loomed a creature that would haunt a child's, or a grown man's for that matter, nightmares.
The creature had a globe like body that was suspended in air by chains, and four limbs with three claws on each of it's 'hands' hung limply off of its body. It's head was in a large skull, visible within the skulls open jaws.
It had purely white eyes, with a grin full of sharp teeth. It almost resembled the face of that Shinigami L had met when it came to face structure. What was that Shinigami's name? Ryuk?
"And who are you?" L arched a brow at the hanging creature. He thought about being more respectful, but he was already dead. It couldn't really doing anything else to him.
He hoped.
"I am the King of Death." This creature certainly didn't mince words.
"The King of Death? Then unless Shinigami come from hell, this can't be hell..." L looked down, thinking as he placed his thumb to his lips, thinking. He was dead, and he still had questions to answer.
Justice really doesn't rest, he supposed.
"Correct." The Kind of Death answered, getting L's attention once more. "This is the Shinigami Realm."
"The Shinigami Realm? Why would I be here?" L pressed for more answers, knowing he had no other option.
"Because I've been watching you, and I find you and everything you've done to be quite... Amusing." The King of Death answered, his grin widening.
"Watching me, hm?" Sure, that would be creepy to anyone who hadn't set up camera's throughout another persons house and watched them closely for days at a time. But L wasn't that person.
"Yes. And I was a bit... Disappointed to see you meet your untimely demise." The King of Death's grin turned to a frown for a moment.
"That would make two of us." L said, keeping his usual expression, though it was difficult to hold the disappointment in himself back. And the guilt...
Watari...
The King of Death's grin returned, and he laughed that same laugh the apple eating Shinigami laughed. This awoke L from his thoughts, and he looked back up to the King of Death.
"So what's your point? Why am I here, and what do you want? I doubt that you would bring me here just to tell me that you're disappointed." L didn't seem to be in the mood to play games.
"I have a deal for you." The King of Death's grin widened from ear to ear. "One that I think someone like you will find quite interesting."
If there was one thing L knew about super natural beings, it was don't make deals with them.
"An old acquittance of mine owes me a favor. And I'd be willing to use that favor to help you."
"Help me how? Will you take me back to before I died? Will you give me some sort of do-over?" If this was so, the catch could be... Unpleasant.
"No, no. Nothing like that. The King of Life cannot turn back time." The King of Death shook his head. "And bringing you back in the present would be useless, as Light Yagami now knows your real name, and could just kill you again."
"Then you'll bring me back somewhere else." L concluded with ease.
"Good job." The King of Death said sarcastically. "There are other worlds and alternate universes... And I think I have the perfect one for someone like you."
"Do I have any say in this?" L arched a brow at the King of Death, who laughed that horrid laugh once more.
"No. After all, the show would end if you were to say no. And we don't want that, now do we?"
"So I don't have a say, then..." L sighed, sounding almost exhausted. "I suppose it makes sense..."
A light began to envelope the worlds greatest detective. "The bells haven't stopped, after all."
The last thing L heard was that disturbing, breathy laugh before he was gone from the gloomy plain.
L's eyes opened once more, and once again he found himself lying on the ground. But this time he wasn't in a grey plain of sand with the lord of all Shinigami hanging over him, he was in a rather pleasant looking forest.
It was night, but the moon illuminated the land quite nicely. He was lying on a dirt path, and to his left was a few patches of rather tall grass.
"It's an improvement, I suppose." L climbed to his feet, placing his hands in his pockets and standing with his usual hunch.
He was wearing his usual clothes, but with three new additions. He wore a belt with six white and red balls in straps on his left side, a baseball cap placed loosely on his head, and a backpack on his back.
He reached up, pulling the hat off of his head and looking at it. It was black, with a white inside. On the bill his symbol was placed. An L in Old English MT typeface.
"Huh..." He folded up the hat, placing it in the almost empty backpack. All that was placed in it was a map, a bit of food, a blue bottle full of water, and a phone-looking object.
"So I have supplies... But where am I? And what are these?" L glanced at the strange balls on his belt. They seemed almost shrunk, like they weren't in use. "Some kind of weapon, perhaps? But for what? I don't think that Shinigami King would have sent me into a world without conflict..."
L shrugged, starting to walk down the path. The path would most likely lead someplace with people, and he could get some answers there. Of course, he wouldn't want them thinking he was some kind of psychopath...
Then again, he did just supposedly die, talk to a super natural being, and reappear in a completely different world. At least he thought he did.
Maybe he was crazy.
L's thoughts were interrupted as he heard something close to an owl. Accept it didn't sound like a peaceful 'who', it sounded like the screech they'd send when about to attack prey.
L looked up, and his eyes widened in surprise. What flew towards him almost looked like a ball of feathers with wings and talons. It's eyes were wide and red. In some sense, it resembled an owl.
L held up his arms in a quick defense, wincing as he felt talons dig into his right forearm, blood staining his white shirt. The bird seemed to jump off of him, retaking its place in the air.
"Hoothoot!" It screeched, shooting towards L with it's beak pointed out. L tried to dodge, but felt it graze his right shoulder, and he stumbled slightly, using his other arm to stop his potential fall.
The Hoothoot shot at him again, and his eyes narrowed. He ducked down under the peck, swinging his leg up and slamming his calf into it's side!
The Hoothoot was thrown across the path, slamming into a tree. "I don't know what this thing is, but..." L grabbed the strange red and white ball at his waist, and saw the button in it's center.
He tried to figure the ball out, but stopped when he heard another screech. It was back up. "It's got to be useful somehow."
The Hoothoot flung rapidly at L, who pulled back his arm as it came. Even if this thing wasn't a weapon, throwing it right into the pesky owls face would slow it down.
L's eyes narrowed as he pressed the button, feeling the ball expand in his hand just before he threw it at the Hoothoot.
The Hoothoot's eyes widened in surprise as the ball collided with its face. The Hoothoot stopped, and the ball opened, a red energy coming from it an enveloping the owl Pokemon.
Hoothoot turned into the energy, much to L's shock as it was sucked into the Pokeball!
The Pokeball fell to the ground, shaking once... Twice... Three times before sparks shot from it, and the shaking stopped.
"Uh..." L reached for the Pokeball, when he felt something vibrating in his backpack. He pulled out what looked like the phone, and saw that its screen had lit up.
It showed a picture of the Hoothoot along with its name, and had a description along with its foot print and the words 'Pokemon caught!' at the top.
The description read: It always stands on one foot. It changes so fast, the movement can rarely be seen.
"Pokemon..? That's a game that Matt used to play..." L thought aloud, holding the Pokedex between his thumb and index finger and inspecting it with interest.
Eventually he put away the Pokedex, picking up the ball and slowly pressing the button on it once again.
He watched as Hoothoot burst from the Pokeball with interest. If he remembered correctly, it wouldn't attack him again.
L's memory seemed to have served him correctly, as he saw the Hoothoot remained still, almost like he was waiting for orders.
L wasn't sure what to make of this. First he's in a world with a notebook that kills people, now he's in a world with animals that have the power to breath fire and bring down lightning bolts.
L soon found he was exhausted as he walked, tearing his shirt and wrapping it around his forearm to stop the bleeding. he held his shoulder wound with his other hand.
Hoothoot flew at his side, turning and looking to him. L looked back at him. He'd left the Pokemon out to protect him, as he didn't want to deal with whatever else could be out here.
L's eye lids soon felt heavy, which was strange. He didn't usually sleep often. Then again, he'd been through a lot lately.
He found himself sitting and leaning against a tree and closing his eyes. I'll just rest for a moment... He knew full well that was a lie. He would fall asleep here, and he could only hope his newly caught Hoothoot could protect him.
When L awoke, he half expected to find the one he'd considered to be his best- or really his only friend to be chained to his arm.
But those days were gone... That illusion had passed.
L found himself waking it yet another different setting. He seemed to be lying on a bed and was under a blanket. The room around him was painted white, and to his left was a window with light red curtains blocking out bits of the rising sun's rays.
His bag was placed at the foot of the bed, and the only other furniture in the room was a small chair, where L noticed a woman was slumped over, asleep.
"So that's how I got here..." L muttered. "Did she carry me all the way here..?" L's thoughts were interrupted by a hooting noise. The same that had woken him up.
L looked over to the windowsill, where his Hoothoot sat calmly, looking out the window and hooting. "Oh... Right. You're still here." L reached for the ball that had first contained the Hoothoot, aiming it at the noisy bird and pressing the button.
Hoothoot once again turned into red energy, being sucked into the ball. L sighed, glad that all was silent. That was until the ball shook, and his feathered friend burst from it, screeching irritably.
"What?" L was taken aback as his Hoothoot glared at him, as if telling him 'Don't put me in there again.'
"Interesting..." L was crouching suddenly, leaning towards his Hoothoot and inspecting it. "So these 'Pokemon' can break from the ball if they want to... Strange..."
"Hoot..?" a sweat drop ran across the back of the owl Pokemon's head as it backed up slightly.
"Oh! You're awake!"
L removed his thumbnail from his mouth, turning and looking at the now very much awake woman on the chair with widened eyes.
She had short, wild black hair, and wore a white jacket that covered her upper body and shoulders and down to her mid-thigh. Across her waist was a belt similar to L's.
She wore black leggings, but they only went down to her knee caps. The same fabric formed a shirt under the zipped up jacket, as its shirt sleeves could be seen over her shoulders.
"Who are you?" L asked, not bothering to waist time.
The woman seemed to be a little surprised by his bluntness. "Well... My name's Naomi."
L's eyes widened slightly. Naomi? No, it's just a coincidence. Plenty of people have that name. L shrugged it off.
"What's your name?" Naomi asked, arching a brow at L, who seemed to be lost in though for a moment.
His name? He had a lot of those... Lawliet, L, Ryuzaki, Eraldo Coil, Hideki Ryuga... But which one was truly his?
He was never Hideki Ryuga, and Eraldo Coil was just an illusion. The name Ryuzaki was the alias of someone else... That was a name he couldn't take credit for. And he hadn't been Lawliet in a very long time...
"My name..?" L had made his decision. "I am L."
"I'd like to tell you that I am L."
Those words rang a familiar bell, but L forced himself to shake off that memory.
"L? That's a strange name..." Naomi thought aloud before shrugging.
Hoothoot flew up, landing on L's shoulder. L glanced at him, and just them realized his shoulder was bandaged, along with his arm. He was also wearing a short sleeve, old black shirt, instead of his usual white, long sleeve shirt.
"When I found you, you were pretty banged up. What happened?" Naomi asked, and L explained his fight with Hoothoot, saying he was taking a midnight walk instead of saying he'd died in another universe and had been brought here by a super natural being.
It was easier to explain.
"You were in the forest without a Pokemon?! Are you insane?!" Naomi said, shocked by L's lack of caution. "It's a good thing you didn't run into the Shuppets... Or worse... Banette..."
"Shuppet? Banette?" L arched a brow at Naomi.
"... You really aren't from around here, are you?" She said, bewildered by L's lack of knowledge about the area.
"You could say that." L said, his eyes darting to the side when he did.
Naomi sighed. "Shuppet is a ghost type Pokemon that haunts this forest in a group lead by it's evolution, Banette."
"Ghost type?" L recalled Hoothoot's Pokedex reading. It had said the words 'Normal' and 'Flying' under the word 'Types'.
"Did you hit your head?" Naomi asked. "Look, there are eighteen Pokemon types. Each type has a different set of its own moves, and its own weaknesses and strengths." She said, like this was common knowledge.
"I see..." L looked to Hoothoot. "Interesting..."
"You're stocked with Pokeballs and food to be on an adventure, yet you know nothing of Pokemon..." Naomi thought before shaking her head. "Either you're an idiot, or you've lost an oddly specific chunk of your memory."
"..." L didn't seem to like being referred to as an idiot. After all, he was nothing of the sort. He'd solved mysteries Sherlock Holmes and Batman couldn't even touch, if they were real. He was nothing short of a genius.
"I assure you, I'm just unformed." L said, glaring lightly at Naomi with his tired eyes.
"Erm... Alright..?" It wasn't so much L's glare that disturbed her, it was the fact that his supposedly newly caught Hoothoot was mimicking the glare perfectly from his shoulder.
"And since you seem to know so much, why don't you inform me of these 'Pokemon'?" Naomi wasn't sure if this was a request or a challenge from L's blank tone.
"You want me to explain Pokemon to you?" Naomi said in a disbelieving tone.
"Yes. Only briefly." L said, before thinking for a moment. "... You wouldn't happen to have any sweets, would you..?"
L sat, or really crouched, across from Naomi at the kitchen table of her house, an over sugared coffee to his left and a half eaten bag of tiny marshmallows to his right. He was dropping a few into his coffee.
Naomi had been explaining Pokemon to him for about thirty minutes now. About types, their weaknesses, strengths, what they don't effect, and so forth. She'd also explained the Pokedex and Pokeballs, and the concept of gym leaders and the elite four.
"This is the Beringe Region. It's a small region that connects the Kanto, Johto, Hoenn, Sinnoh, Unova, and Kalos. There are Pokemon here from every region because of the bridges of land that connect the regions here." Naomi explained.
Beringe? Most likely named after the ancient land bridge Beringia, which connected Asia with North America before eventually being covered with water... L made the connection quickly.
"Mm. Interesting." He said, lifting a stack of marshmallows from his coffee on a spoon and dropping the stack into his mouth.
Just who is this guy..? Naomi found herself wondering as she watched L attempt to lift another stack, but his Hoothoot landed on his head, startling him and making him drop it back into the coffee.
"So, in order to pass on through cities, I have to beat Gym Leaders?" L asked, placing a thumb to his lips in thought.
"Yes. Guards are placed to make sure no one who can't handle the Pokemon in the next area can get through. It's to make sure no one gets hurt by the wild Pokemon. People who don't have Pokemon are escorted, but trainers must get the gym badge. It's frowned upon to be escorted if you're a trainer. It's like an honor thing, I guess." Naomi shrugged. "I never got it."
"And in order to beat these Gym Leaders I need more Pokemon and I need them to be strong..." L stared into his coffee, thinking. He wasn't sure why he wanted to bother with this task, but he knew if he didn't do something important he'd risk boring the Kind of Death... And he wasn't sure what that would lead to, but he knew one thing.
Heart attacks hurt.
A lot.
He supposed it was that minor fear that drove him. That and the fear of having no purpose at all... Of becoming nothing.
"Hm... Naomi, tell me more about these 'Shuppets'." L looked up from his coffee to Naomi.
"The Shuppets? Well, alone they wouldn't be much of a threat, but for some reason, a Banette has gathered them up and made them into a team... They lurk at night, and a few children have went missing in the forest... A few trainers went in there to find them, but when they came back, their Pokemon were beaten, and they were consumed by terror..."
"..." L found this story... Mildly disturbing. "Quite the mystery..." L said, taking a sip from his sugary coffee.
"Yeah." Naomi nodded. "It's strange. When Shuppets evolve, they usually move on to other areas to be stronger. And they never gather forces... It's almost like someone was controlling them."
"Hm..." L smirked internally, finishing his coffee. "Naomi, could I use your computer?"
"Uh... Sure..? What for?" Naomi asked, watching L stand in his chair and hop off, walking with poor posture towards her computer desk.
"I have some... Research to do."
And that's chapter one. I hope I did I good job of making L... Well, like L, even though I know I didn't... Heh... (Enter sweat drop face here.)
Anyway, I must be doing something right if you've read this far, right? Please, review, favorite, or follow. I really want to continue this story but I only continue if I know someone other than me wants me to.
Death Note's my favorite Anime, and Pokemon is one of my favorite games and kind of made my childhood, so combining them sounds like a fun idea.
Now allow me to clear up the whole King of Life thing. I figured that if there is a Kind of Death, than for balance to remain there'd have to be a King of Life. I'll explain the reason the King of Life owed the King of Death a favor in a later chapter.
So please, tell me what you think I did right or what you think I did wrong and how I should fix it. So I hope to see you all in the reviews favorites or follows, and maybe in a second chapter..?
XWolf26, out