Hey, so welcome to Everything is not as it Seem, fair warning there will be OC's in this universe, but they won't be main characters. In case you couldn't tell this is an AU so there are going to be background characters. I'm going to limit the OC's to minor roles and flashbacks only.
In case you couldn't tell I don't own Death Note, anyway I hope you enjoy.
The light of the alleyway was dim, a single lamp flickered. Shining a light on the rats scurrying about the trash. Graffiti stained the walls, and the stench of putrid trash riddled the air. Footsteps could be heard from far off. They grew closer and closer, with them a man's breath could be heard. His breathing coming out in frantic gasps, Light Yagami stumbled into the alleyway his eyes flickering about up, down, across. Taking in the alleyway and looking for an escape route or a place to hide. Which one he did not know, Light moved to hide when his entire body stuttered. He swore he heard their laughter, but a quick check revealed the alleyway to be empty except for the rats. He looked around as the alley quickly became a place of safety and rest when the soft chattering of a high pitched voice that spoke of madness and suffering cut through the air. Light startled and then went still, purple lightning sparked along his skin while violet flames flickered into being in his eyes.
"Come on the wittle baby reaper couldn't have gotten faaarrr." Three shinigami stalk into the alleyway, one had it's jaw dripping with blood. The lamp flickered on and for a second the madness which plagued their eye's was visible, and it was gone. It didn't seem possible but in that moment Light became an statue, not even breathing. Trying his hardest to stay hidden.
"My dearest little reaper you don't seriously believe you have a chance. Now why don't you come out, and we can have an nice little chat after all we only want that darling little Scythe of yours." The shinigami's voice changed on the last part greed for the scythe became all too apparent.
And thus the so-called gods of death waited, but the alleyway was quiet. Screech of frustration rent through the air.
"What are you waiting for little reaper, for someone to come and save you. Well I'd just hate to burst your bubble but they don't give out favors like that for rogues like yourself." The shinigami shared a glance and with the others, and then without a single warning they tore the alleyway apart.
The trash was ripped to pieces, the walls tore apart, and the rats were shredded without a single thought. Throughout it all the lamp stayed intact, flickering on and off. Showing off the scene as if it were a rave party gone wrong.
One shinigami made it's way to a part of the alley that already seem torn to pieces. It's eyes narrowed, and seemed to peer straight through the walls. It reached out, an euphoric screech rent through the air. The two shinigami turned both knowing what that meant, practically salivating with greed. It reached out into the alley claws seemingly growing sharper in lamps light when-zzzt. A hand with lightning zipping across and under the skin reached out of the darkness of the alley, let the lighting dance onto the shinigami's jaw, and squeezed. It let out a horrific scream as the hand yanked it's jaw towards the ground, and the lightning seared a path across the shinigami's jaw. The smell of burning flesh, if what the shinigami had could even be considered that, quickly became apparent in the alleyway. It just went deeper and farther down burning a path into every part of the shinigami's being. The faux god of death only had a second to glance down before the hand let go of it, and Light Yagami sprang from the rubble. He let go of the shinigami's jaw, planted a foot on the ground, curled his hand into a fist, and lunged towards the shinigami's temple. The lightning that danced across his hand disappeared and was replaced with a violet sheen. The moment that his hand slammed into the shinigami's temple the sheen quivered, then came back stronger than ever, and the shinigami's skull shattered.
The remaining so-called gods of death stood stock still taking in the sight of their dead comrade, and of it's killer who stood quivering his hand covered in the dust of his hunter. Yet when Light looked up his eyes were not those of a killer, who always stayed calm and in control no matter what. These were the eyes of a rabid animal hunted and scared, ready to do anything, and at its most dangerous. For when one becomes completely and utterly desperate one becomes willing to do anything.
"You..you killed...you killed one of the few people that could put up with me. Oh my dear reaper I so hope you're planning on giving up that scythe of yours, because it's the only reason you're not an eviscerated puddle on the ground." A hysterical cackle escaped the shinigami as it and the other when stepped towards Light, madness glinted off every inch of their being.
Light startled at the shinigami's words, glancing up and hint of the desperation that clouded his mind evaporated leaving only a steely determination behind. He stepped forward the lightning and sheen of violet crackling against each other as if battling for dominance before settling down into an unsteady truce. He stepped forward going into a fighting stance before speaking with complete and utter confidence.
" Bring it on."
The shinigami's roared and sprang at him. Each attacking from a different side. Their claws stretched out both aiming for Light's vulnerable sides. Light rolled forward the violet sheen going to where he was most vulnerable. When he got to his feet the lightning raced to his shoulder as he turned around and body slammed the shinigami. It's chest crackled and burned as it fell down screaming in pain. Light gave a grin as he recovered his balance ready to finish the job. He lunged forward and raised his hand, as a ball of lightning came sparking to life. His hand slammed into the shinigami who gave out a scream then went still. It's body evaporating into dust, Light slowly stood up a wild look in his eyes. He went to turn around when his steps faltered and his eyes widened in pain as the grinning shinigami raked his claws down his back. The violet sheen ran down his back and combined with the lightning which forced it's claws off Light's back. He turned around blood dripping down his back. Disbelief colored his gaze.
" You did not just do that." Light stated flatly. He stepped towards the shinigami holding back a grimace as pain flashed in his back.
"Aw was the wittle baby reapers feelings hurt. I'm sure you'd feel much better if you gave me your scythe."
Light's eyes narrowed into slits, he nearly stepped forward before remembering his back and remained where he was. He gave the shinigami a smirk before raising his hand and in it was, a quill!?
"Wha..what is...is that a quill!? Is the oh-so great Light Yagami one of the few rogue reapers still alive is going to defeat me with a quill!" The shinigami was was slightly hunched over unable to stop a stream of giggles escaping him. Light looked at the faux god of death and let a small smile escape him as his eyes went slightly wistful for a second remembering peaceful times of the past before he focused on the present. The wistful look disappeared in seconds and was replaced with a mask of confidence and indifference.
"You know," Light began his eyes flaring an even brighter violet as an outline of an object appeared above the hand that did not hold the quill. "If I'm such a famous rouge-" "I never said you were famous just that you are one of the few to survive this long, without the support of your oh so precious group." The shinigami had gotten over his fit of giggles and was back to glaring at Light. He took as step forward ready to end this once and for all when Light spoke once more the violet outline becoming even more obvious.
"Famous or not the fact remains that I have survived for a very long time, and you should know that while my scythe may not seem very impressive my broth-mentor," Light paused for a second mentally hitting himself for his slip. He quickly gathered his composure and continued. "My mentor had made sure I can use it to it's full extent."
With that said Light twisted his wrist and a book fell out of the outline landing open on his palm it was old with a dark violet cover and gold accents, the inside filled with names. He stepped forward and the world seemed to darken and narrow around him flames and lightning flickered, and his eyes glowed violet.
The shinigami took a step back and swallowed nervously before greed overtook him once more.
"So that's your scythe, such a precious thing, I look forward to taking it."
Light smirked his eye shining with confidence and glowing a violent violet. "You can try, but you will fail."
And with that the shinigami lunged towards Light it's claws outstretched and fangs gleaming. Light dove out of the way rolling so he was behind the shinigami as it overshot the target and crashed into the wall. Light grinned at the sight and before the shinigami had a chance to move he pinned him to the ground.
"You know," he spoke almost conversationally, "I don't think I've ever had something try to steal my scythe before and it really pisses me off, but I suppose it's not your fault after all your entire species is flawed." Light gave a little sigh at that," I would take my time killing you like the good little heartless rouge I am, but I'm tired and that's more of my mentors style then mine." Light bit his lip looking a bit nervous before a steely determination entered his eyes.
"I am sorry, and I promise I'll make it quick."
"You're sorry!? You'll make it quick!? You really expect me to believe a rouge like yourself is even capable of feeling something like regre-hng!" The shinigami let out one last gasp before falling down dead.
Light slowly moved off him before slumping down against the wall of the alley and looked around him. Trash and dead rats were scattered everywhere, and three dead shinigamis lay on the ground slowly turning to dust. His eyes flickered with an unknown emotion before falling shut, his head hit the wall, and he hugged his scythe to his chest, drawing his knees up as well.
"Well that was exhausting." Light slowly let out a breath knowing he had to get going that the dead shinigami would attract others, but couldn't be bothered to move his legs. A small crunch could be heard, but Light dismissed it as a rat. Far to tired from killing three shinigamis and taking out his scythe to properly take note of his surroundings. He shifted slightly and winced as the wall aggravated the claw marks on his back.
"Note to self," Light muttered slowly getting up. "Next time you hear strange noises in the middle of the night bring backuuppp."
Light broke off gasping for breath as a black and white shinigami came at him out of nowhere grasping him by the throat and lifting him off the ground. He just barely managed to get a good grip on his scythe. The shinigami chuckled adjusting his grip on Lights throat. Bringing his other hand up to Light's chest, and it's claws dripped with an liquid that screamed of a dark intent.
"If I had known that reapers were so much weaker after taking out their scythe I would have done this sooner." He squeezed Light's throat tighter and look of joy crossed his face when Light gasped for breath.
"Screw...y-you...b-b-as-stard." Light managed to get out as the shinigami continued to choke him.
"Aw Light-o nicknames already I'm touched, but if you're going call my something call me Ryuk after all it is my name." Ryuk's voice dropped at that as if he wanted Light to remember his, wanted him to remember that he was the one doing this to the proud reaper.
"Now be a good rogue and give me that scythe of yours." Light's eyes flickered violet desperately trying to find a shred of power that he had so foolishly used up.
"G-g-go...t-to...hell." Ryuk gave a grin at that statement I was so hoping you'd say that before taking his free hand and the claws that dripped with a malicious fluid gouged into his chest scoring three deep lines, sawing through muscles and tendons. It took a few seconds, but when the shock wore off Light howled. The pain was so much worse than when the giggling shinigami scratched his back. Ryuk's claws went much deeper, and it burned as though the very sun had been lanced into his veins. The claws were undoubtedly covered in some kind of poison, yet despite all this Light did not let go off his scythe after all it was his lifeline and who knew what havoc this Ryuk would wreck with it.
"Wow Light-o you sure are stubborn you know that." Ryuk was grinning while he spoke eyeing the scythe. "But the only thing you're really doing is making this really fun for me." With that Ryuk tightened his grip on Light's neck, slammed his head into the wall then gouged out three more lines, opposite of the first slices in Light creating three X's stacked on top of each other. Light still managed to hold onto his scythe, but his grip was much weaker. Making it so that Ryuk could pry his scythe out of his hands without to much trouble. Ryuk dropped Light in the ground and used his wings to hover above him looking down at Light with a smirk.
"Thanks for the scythe Light-o, and don't worry I'll make sure to cause plenty of chaos with it." Light simply glared up at Ryuk trying to stand up, but ultimately failing the poison having worked its way through most of his body. Ryuk simply gave one final chuckle before drifting away, leaving Light lying there in the alleyway.
As Light lay there gasping for breath he started to panic realizing that he just let an shinigami make off with his scythe. A shinigami made off with his scythe. Light tried to get up once more panicking at all the possible outcomes that came of a shinigami having his scythe when he noticed his vision getting dark.
No no no no, I can't lose conscious now not while he, not while it has my scythe! Get up! You can do this just get up!
But the poison combined with the knock to the head and everything else was too much, and so Light slipped into unconsciousness. Lying in an alleyway slowly bleeding out with poison wracking his body as the sun slowly rose over Tokyo, Japan.