His eyes closed. And he felt nothing. But it was unexplainable. As if a memory was missing. He remembered dying in Light's arms. Hmm... Light indeed was Kira. Next thing he knew after dying, he came here.

This place, was just darkness. He wanted to move, but he couldn't. He couldn't feel his body. He doubt he even had one. So this must be the afterlife, he concluded. In the end, no matter who you were, your soul just existed with meaninglessness, in darkness forever.

But there was something wrong. He felt cold at the darkness surrounding him yet he felt warm. He felt assured that he was safe. Like with Watari... He was gone. His only friend, true friend, forever.

His thoughts were interrupted when he was suddenly feeling clustered up, and felt himself being pushed out.

His eyes would have widened if he had them, as he realized-

'I am being reborn'.

Light hit his sensitive eyes, blinding him(Screw you, Yagami) . He lost control of all his senses. Then he came to be .His throat was dry. He had been crying. Probably an imoulse from his infant body. His eyes adjusted to see a black haired woman with brown hair and black eyes,who looked very young, definitely somewhere between seventeen to nineteen years old, looking at him with loving eyes. It was his mother. He didn't know what to do. And then he saw his father. A handsome youthful face(YOSH) , Also around his mother's age, defined jawline, pale skin, black messy hair and onyx eyes. He looked worried, glancing as if he was scared someone would come. He started working his mind. The way his father was glancing, it seems as if he was worried someone would see him here. See them here. What they were doing. Then it him -

'I am an illegal child'.

It was the only explanation. The worried and quick glances, his father's eyes filling with concern every time they glanced towards him and his mother. But when his father's eyes met his own, they filled with love. His eyesight wasn't developed, and shouldn't have been as much as it was, as it was a newborn baby's, yet it was. He couldn't see much except his parents, and undefined blurs. But one thing was clear. The way there was a dark blue, almost navy blue blotch behind his new parents, it was night time. And then it hit him.

A crashing wave of some destructive feelings came. It made him see red all over. He felt weak, like taking his own life, he felt hopelessness like never before. He couldn't take it anymore. He lost his consciousness.

When he came to be, he was in the arms of some weird kind of being. It was humanoid, had some some sort of metallic armor, as he could feel the armor. The movement were stiff but precise, with no room for wasted movements, filled with perfection and grace. He saw up to see a white mask with red marks. It was a human being. And a woman at that. He could see purple long hair, hair that he would never forget. She wore armor as much as he could see, as she was carrying him gently by her breast. Her mask was broken a bit, so he could see an attractive young woman, who most probably was in her late teens. He felt very tired. His eyes were heavy. He tried to make a noise, but it came as a whimper. The woman looked down at him, removed her mask and smiled, maybe to make him feel comfortable and safe, but her eyes filled with pity and sadness. His eyes shut then.

5 years later...L learnt that it was some beast named the Kyuubi that attacked the village. He didn't know much and it was very suspicious how it was just covered up like that. He lost his new parents. He didn't even know their names or identities. He was hopeful for a new life, not as an orphan again. Though he didn't regret being an orphan in his first life at all.L had learnt that his name remained the same. He even looked the same, if not younger. He was dressed the same. His white T-shirt, maybe a size or two big for him, his blue jeans and barefoot. He now lived in an orphanage. So, it was rather hilarious when his old clothes were given to him normally rather than him going out of his way to dress... like that. He had carried his habits of his older life into this one too. Those dark circles, those stable and stoic analytical eyes, his posture, hunched, his way of sitting, even his sweet tooth, everything that made him who he was. He was currently sitting in his own way, away from the rest of the children, who played with energy and vigor, jumping around wildly, with ignorance and innocence, nothing weighing on their shoulders. He never mixed in with those children. He was called a freak by them, an outcast. He was told to his face he was weird. But he didn't mind, he was used to it. He glanced at the book gathering the history of this village. He had shown the people here at the orphanage he was a bright boy ,one with high intelligence. They nurtured him with books and a lot of knowledge viable for his age, even knowledge 2 or 3 years older to his standards (when it came to physical age, at least). After knowing the ways of this world and village, he knew why. He was just another young child, going to be rather manipulated by the village by ambitions and dreams, overfaming the task, telling them how 'awesome' it was to be a ninja, so later those children could be tools for the village's use and throw. Yes, you heard right, ninjas. This world L has learnt about, sure is very... interesting(Ryuk swag extends to other worlds, don't argue). He was pretty sure,this was some fucked up dream at the start, but it wasn't.

This world had a life force, as described by some, called chakra, that changed everything. It was your energy. The terms of ki and chi existed in his earlier world from various sources, but never were they ever used in his times. Here it was molded carefully to create the body's energy juice, chakra. There was a whole network dedicated in the human body here for chakra. You could feel it in your body, move it from within, meditate and do exercises to increase your control over it and your reserves. It was released through points called 'tenketsu'. It could be molded through various ways, most common being, through releasing it into your hand's points and using handsigns to mold it. It had a lot of applications, most being weapon applications. It could be elementally manipulated. It could do many things. He learnt 3 of these variations of hand signs, which have been labeled with the term 'jutsus'. There was also an art called Fuinjustu, which he was very interested in and and also a bit versed in. He remembered how this girl in her early teens came, visiting the orphanage, in which he guessed she grew up. When she greeted the children there and told them she was a ninja, a genin, which Ryuzaki knew was the lowest rank, but a landmark nonetheless. She noticed how he stood out and went to meet him. She was very energetic and... well irritating. He wouldn't have tolerated her, if he hadn't had the need to manipulate her into giving some kind of knowledge. It was fruitful. He actually got pinned with nickname 'Ryuzaki'(after he convinced her not to call him Panda-kun).

His thoughts and reading was interrupted when he felt someone behind him. It was the other boy, though a normal cheerful, kind child, he was aslo an outcast for some reason. People hated him with bias without any apparent reason. He couldn't investigate further for some reason. Information regarding this was very limited.

"Hey, whatcha doing there?" The boy asked, his bright blue eyes, desperate for an answer to get some form of companionship.

Ryuzaki was remembering the boy's name, when it came to his mind.

Ah, Naruto.

And that's the first chapter for this story. Those who have read my other worthwhile stories, that being the other L one, yes I have pretty much written another L reincarnation story. But, I can do nothing as I am a huge L fan. Also I apologize for not being able to update em. I won't be able to update this either until the 22nd. I am sorry for that . But thanks for reading!