THE LAST GaTe

Of Agragoth

A Death Note + FMA Crossover

By FullMeatalRyuzaki2

CHAPTER 1

L… It wasn't his hardest case, he pondered. "Do we know what gun was used?" L asked absently. He was at the scene of the crime.

"Umm, no." The head of the NYPD said. "Other then the fact that is was about 45mm we have no idea what was used."

362 thoughts flew through L's mind. "He didn't want to…" He spoke.

"L… How do you know?" The police force head said.

"Look," L pointed at the room around body. "There are signs of a struggle, more like the victim was…"

"Forcing the killer to shoot the victim," The police chief realized, "But why would he keep the gun?"

The murder scene was a small, one bedroom apartment with a window pointing towards a dark ally. The window was opened. The body was sprawled out on the floor. One bullet wound into the chin and out of the head. Brain matter and blood was splattered around the room and the ceiling, indicating an upward blast. The window was opened. L went in to look at the window. He looked out to see the fire escape the killer ran out on. Not cold-blooded murder. Pressured into it, probable from love relation… Not on purpose… gun… L looked to the right of the window and saw a dresser. He moved down in for a better look. He crouched down and looked under the dresser. For a second, there was only darkness, but L caught a quick glimmer of metal. It has to be… He thought. L reached under and pulled out a small, 45mm pistol.

"Chief," L called out, holding the pistol in between his pointer finger and thumb, "your murder weapon."

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"Have your team focus on the 'victim.' Search her out. Find her friends and family, we are looking for someone she probably had a relationship with recently, I'm going to guess between four to three months ago. See if you can trace the record of the gun. i.e. sales, to whom, from whom, etc. The so-called killer is probably innocent and thinks he pulled the trigger when it was really the one who is dead. Continue to subdue him and when he is found, call me through Watari and tell me okay? I will come back here when you finish." L said in what seemed like one breath.

"Alright," the NYPD chief said while furiously scribbling on a note pad.

L turned around and entered into a black car. L got into the back of the car. As the car pulled away L began to doze off. It had been a while since he had sleep. The trip over, the last few cases, and the one he just rapped up. L yawned and closed his eyes.

He woke up a few hours later, alone, in an abandoned car on the side of the road. There was a warehouse facility on the other side of the street. Everything seemed okay about the car. Strange, L thought. The warehouse facility looked abandoned for the most part. L decided to investigate. He opened the door to the car and got out. The facility was dark and strange. The air around one of the warehouses, Warehouse 13, was metallic. There was something wrong. The door to the warehouse was ajar. L slowly opened it all the way, but inside, was nothing. The warehouse was totally empty. L walked in further. He looked around different parts of the room until his eyes landed on the floor. There was large rune on the ground. There were a variety of symbols inside the rune, and for the most part, the rune was circular. L crouched down and squatted over the rune. He studied it, and put his hands around the outside of the rune.

The air around the symbol began to get warmer. The atmosphere thickened and the rune began to emanate a dull red glow. L tried to pull away, but his hands were being pulled into the ground. The cement ground opened up, and L was swallowed by the darkness bellow.

L couldn't see anything and was helpless as he hurtled through the darkness. He thought he felt things in the darkness touch him. Suddenly, out of nowhere, he heard a voice. It sounded like a hundred voices speaking in unison.

"Ohh," It spoke, "A child of Agragoth."

"Agragoth?" L asked, but it was all he could manage. He was then thrust out of the darkness into a blinding white light. He sat on the ground, in front of him, a large stone door. A wicked face with purple eyes stared down at L from the darkness within the open door. The face smiled sinisterly, and the stone door shut hard. L then lost consciousness

CHAPTER 2

L awoke with a jolt. He was in a bed he didn't recognize. The ceiling was wooden. L had been laid down on top of the blankets. He sat up. His back hurt a little. He let out a small groan. A young women came in the room. L estimated she was about 28.