Pairing: L/Raito
Warnings: slight AU, yaoi, possible OOC, possible spoilers.
Disclaimers: I do not own Death Note, nor do I own the idea for this story. -thanks Nilahxapiel profusely-
Rating: T
A/N: Hello, little lambs of Death Note fandom. 'Tis I, that gay guy who writes Inuyasha fics. The idea and plot for this story belong to Nilahxapiel, so make sure to go by her profile and thank her. And for once, I'm giving a summary! -pull out your shocked emotes kiddies-
Summary:When Raito dies, he immediately wakes up in his bed, the day after he found the Death Note. It wasn't all a dream, but more like a peek into what would happen if he decided to do the same thing. Raito, not wanting to die, and able to see that his plan ends abruptly six years in the future, destroys the Death Note. He does, however, promise to meet L somehow before he looses his memories of everything, and vows to meet L again, under different circumstances. ::shamelessly copied and pasted::
-Buried Future- Downfall.
Raito's eyes widened, the first iron bullet puncturing his lungs; blood flooded the organs and had him gasping for air as many more bullets hit mercilessly at his form. Why, why had every thing turned out like this, when he was so close to being Kami! A guttural scream ripped through his throat as he gagged on his saliva and blood, his legs unable to hold his weight up any more.
He fell to the ground with a dull thud, his eyes wide and petrified with fear, but not remorse. Never, did he regret killing those who deserved to be punished! Rolling his eyes left, he watched with something akin to sorrow, as his life left his body and pooled around him. A tiny whisper fell from his lips as he closed his eyes, a tiny tear rolling down his cheek.
L.
Raito sat up with a start, his brow slick with sweat as his eyes darted around fearfully in the dark. His soaked palms clasped and grabbed at the areas he was shot, his lungs forcing the labored breathing.
'A dream? N-No...this... it didn't feel like a dream at all.'
Glancing over to his desk, where the Death Note sat, a shudder raked his body and sent Raito hiding under the covers once more. That...that book had been the end--no, it was this L, Ryuuga, Ryuuzaki. This man, who seemed so childish, yet held an odd air of maturity where it was needed, was his downfall.
A soft heat raised to his cheeks as he recalled, before L had died, a rather intimate encounter. Well, as intimate as he would have been with this guy; his toes wiggled at the ghost feeling of smooth fingers running from heel to toe, working out the little kinks in his foot.
Although, in his dream, Raito may not have enjoyed the touch so much, now, remembering those heavenly touches sent wave after wave of pleasure and uncertainty through his teenaged body. Did L even exist? A tiny voice in his mind pleaded, nay wailed, hoping he was very much real.
"Raito-kun? Are you awake yet? It's well after seven. You'll be late if you don't get up now."
The teen let out a tiny sigh of relief, or maybe apprehension as he threw the covers from his damp body, the cool morning air chilling his skin and leaving gooseflesh in its' wake.
"Yeah, I'm coming."
As Raito stretched, he stared wearily at the notebook, his lips pursed in a frown. It was too much, too much pain to be just a dream. Grabbing his forgotten khaki pants, he slipped the clothing on, snapping the clasp before pulling a white dress shirt from his closet. Do I really want to go to school, the teen thought as he begrudgingly pulled on one sleeve, then the next.
It would be better than wallowing in his room all day, letting his thoughts run in utter chaos. So he went to school, his friends a laughing bunch who talked easily about H, some asking if Raito was alright, but otherwise ignoring him. It was better that way though, for if he was forced to talk, he would no doubted bring up his dream, no, his vision.
That was his future, if he used the Death Note as he intended. He only lived a meager six years after his eradication of filth. This bothered the teen to no end. Only six years, after all that hard work. And killed by Matsuda, even! He had the displeasure of meeting the young man once, and found him to be very normal and dull.
No, this vision must have been a warning to not use the notebook he hid in at the head of his bed. And that...shinigami...Raito sighed as he rubbed at his temples, his eyes closed as he frowned. This was too much. Faintly he heard his friends calling his name before he bumped roughly into a--
Raito bowed, ready to apologize, but his voice was caught, his eyes wide as he stared in awe at the stranger. No, he was no stranger. That jet black hair the stood on end, those large doe eyes that drank in every thing, the thumb pressed to his lips. He was out in public though, which struck the teen as odd. L never left Headquarters, unless absolutely necessary.
One of his friends, the geek stereotype, with a pudgy face littered with pimples and large round glasses stepped forward, giving a grin to L.
"Hey, sorry about him. He's been really weird today." The teen looked over at the awestruck Raito, nudging him softly in the ribs as he whispered, "Dude, apologize." Raito nodded faintly, but said nothing.
'Oh Kami, it's him! What do I do? I can't let him know that I...that I know him. What do I do?!'
L tilted his head, obviously ready to dismiss the encounter before Raito bowed once more, his eyes snapped shut.
"I-I'm very sorry for bumping into you! My name is Yagami Raito, and I promise to make this up to you some how!"
L blinked, looking very intrigued as he leaned down to look eye to eye with the teen, his teeth tugging at the firm skin of his thumb. Raito could feel his face redden as he took in every little feature of the man. This was the same L, there was no doubt about it.
"You said, Yagami. You are Yagami Soichirou's son then?"
Raito felt himself nod quickly, his lips slowly turning up in pride. He couldn't help but feel proud that he was his father's son, helping to solve difficult cases when the NPA was low on budget and couldn't afford top notch inspectors. A tiny smile tugged at L's lips as he stuck his free hand out, watching as Raito took it rather timidly.
"I am. How do you know my father?"
L looked thoughtful for a moment, his hand returning to his pocket. Why was L so hesitant? Would telling him put the man in danger? Raito opened his mouth, ready to apologize and move the conversation along, but his friend grabbed him by the elbow and began dragging him off, saying that they had school, and to not bother the auburn haired teen again. Raito even heard the nerd mutter jerk, lightly before stomping off with more force.
He gave a tiny wave to the man, grinning ear to ear when the gesture was returned before he righted himself and followed his little pack. L had waved at him. Raito couldn't wipe the grin from his face, even if he wanted to.This was his chance to do things right, to win the man's heart over properly, and he wouldn't use the Death Note!
-TBC-
There! My Prologue! Sure, Raito's a bit more...not Raito, but hey! That's okay, and you know why? Because I'm the author who likes to destroy a character's persona. Go see for yourself: Sasuke's a pervert, Endrance makes the first move, Miroku's a crybaby, Naraku's obsessed. It's how I roll.
Sorry if it's not what you imagined, Nilahxapiel. B-but I promise to try harder! And I think I have a great idea for the case! The next chapter will be longer, I promise! And if it isn't you can stone me! I'm setting up my fire pit for flames, but I need marshmallows. Ehh, my pride should work fine. :D