"What do you mean, they're gone?" the Shinigami called Ryuk yelled to the one called Rem.
He had feared this would happen. That this would happen was bad. Very bad.
"I am not happy, either, Ryuk, but this is undoubtedly the case. Besides, you should think this good entertainment. Only the death notes recently used in the human world twenty years ago have vanished. Mine has, as well as yours."
Ryuk narrowed his already narrowed eyes at Rem. "What do you mean, entertainment?"
Rem smiled grotesquely. "They are all coming back to life. All the humans whose lives were taken by the death note, but were destined to have longer lives, are coming back to earth. And, weirdly enough, twenty years after they died, only two people fit that bill."
"Who?" Ryuk growled.
"Light Yagami and Elle Lawliet."
ON EARTH, TWENTY YEARS AFTER THE DEATH OF LIGHT YAGAMI
Light Yagami woke up.
It was as simple as that. He. Woke. Up.
The only problem with him waking up, was that he did it on the side of the freeway, in the freaking rain. He was lying on the ground, looking up into the gray sky. He could hear the cars to his right, whooshing this way and that. He sat up, disoriented.
He rubbed his head. It felt like he had been knocked out for a while. Wait... Who knocked him out? Where was he?
Who was he?
JAPAN, 2 MILES FROM LIGHT'S LOCATION
Ow.
Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow.
Elle's head hurt. It hurt bad. He felt the urge to eat cake. Lots of it.
He was lying face down on some kind of pavement. He breathed in the foggy air and discovered he was near a highway.. He could smell the gas exhaust from the cars, and hear the tires screech as the drivers swore at each other. Rush hour.
He pushed himself up off of the ground painfully, and examined his surroundings. He jumped a little when he realized he was in the middle of a road, but relaxed when he realized it was probably the frontage road. He stood up, and found that he was barefoot. He shrugged. It was more comfortable, anyway.
He started walking down the road in search of cake.
