Authors Note: So this little idea has been floating around in my head for a while now. I normally write more fluffy stories featuring L and Light as a pair, and if that is what you are looking for, this is not the story for you, go view some of my other stories featuring LxLight. This is my first morbid, dark story featuring LxLight. Obviously the dark nature of the show sparked this little idea for a story like such. This story slightly follows the timeline of the DeathNote series, and does have certain scenes from the series as well. But other than that this story does not follow the original storyline of the series. Some instances may cause for some out of character stuff seeing as it does have a different prompt.

This is a love story and a horror story all wrapped up into one little package!

WARNING: This story DOES contain adult material which includes: Heavy language, Gore, Morbid subjects, BoyxBoy Yaoi, and sexual situations.

Please do not read if you are not into all of that. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

Things that this story also includes: Romance, sadness, fantasy, transformation, monsters, ect.

Thank you to all who read this, and please feel free to review !

Enjoy!

Chapter 1: Amethyst

I walk numbly. It's late, and I know this. But I do not care. It's raining, just barely, but I do not care about that either. The weather is beyond appropriate. I just let the water drench me, soak me through, chill my bones the way they deserve to be. I'm cold all the way through, emotionless...absent of all feeling. It's all gone. Theres nothing left. I used to be a puzzle of a man. Perfect, indecipherable, all my pieces fitting together without hitch. But now...I have fallen apart beyond repair. All my pieces are gone, left behind in the past. Laying on the ground as I walk, dead and dying as I leave them behind. No amount of craftsmanship could fit and glue them all back together. The rainy night is bathed in the light of the fat, full moon. Everything glows with a sickly ghostly color. There is no wind, despite the rain the night is still. The trees stand still and old, their limps reaching outward to the sky like spindly fingers. Clawing at the sky, trying to reach into the heavens to scratch at the stars.

I stumble down the sidewalk, as if my feet are too heavy for my heavily undernourished body. I just drag them along, forcing them onward. My vision is a little blurry, its hard to make out what is what. But I know where I am going...I know where my feet are taking me. Its always here. Always the same. I'm not sure what exactly keeps bringing me back here, guilt...passion...love? Or maybe all three. But all the same its always here. Every time...

My hand touches the cold metal of the onyx black fence. The tops of the bars are sharp, fearsome pointed tips that point to the heavens. As if telling the way to go...giving directions I cannot take. Just inside the fencing a massive stone angel guards way lays within. She stands proud, grasping a proud spear in her left hand, a heavy bound bible in her right. Her eyes are stone, but they are powerful. They watch me void of all life, but I feel my body wracked with fear by her presence. She is the judge of this place, deciding who passes through and who must wait outside.

Am I worthy of passage?

This is a place for the just and the good.

I do not belong here.

At one time...I thought I did.

I thought I could pass judgement on others...

I fall to my knees at her bare feet.

My kneecaps bite the cement, but I pay no mind to the sharp pain.

She gazes down at me harshly.

Judging this pathetic human being that stands before her kingdom.

Her silent kingdom, she keeps only remains here.

Laid to rest, their souls long gone, but their bodies remain.

She has to keep them safe.

And so she does.

And who goes here to the bodies left behind. To the stones that only commemorate that they once existed here.

I come here.

To the things left behind.

Because the things left behind...are all i have left.

With no pieces of my own to show, all I can cling to are the pieces that you left here.

I stare up at her meeting her cold gaze.

I bury my head in my hands, hunched there on the ground, in the rain pathetic and small before the keeper of the dead.

My stomach wrenches and my gut twists.

I grit my teeth together until it hurts.

The sobs come again. Wracking my body with shutters.

The sadness overcomes me, buries me alive.

I am so weak.

There was a time where I would never have been caught dead showing such pathetic human weakness.

I would have never bent to this state, a fragile worm of a human being. I was godly once. But I see now...it was all deception that I had tricked myself into believing.

It does not matter now.

Now I am nothing.

I look back up at the angel, crumpled and broken.

She stares down as always, judging the scum before her.

"Stay away." She seems to say.

"You cannot pass. You are not welcome. Only the good are welcome."

"There are no devils welcome here."

She let you in. She let you stay.

But you were no devil...no matter how all of this played out.

You were never the devil in the room.

You were always justice.

Even to the very end...even...after it happened.

Even after I saw.

Even after you did.

Even after you admitted.

Even after you showed me.

Even after it all unfolded right before my eyes.

You were never a devil. Nor demon. Nor evil.

You always belonged here.

Always belonged to lie down in the earth where only the good can sleep.

But not now...not so soon.

It should have never happened like this.

I can't control myself anymore, I have worked myself into an utter breakdown. I told myself I would not do this. But here I am again.

When will i stop this? And allow myself to finally let go...

Maybe I never will.

I crawl to her feet, my slender hands clawing at the rock, groveling there before her. Unworthy, a peasant before her.

"PLEASE!" I yell to her, to the rain, to the trees...to the quiet gravestones.

It is unlike me to beg. But with nothing left there is nothing else I can do.

"Just give him back to me...just...just give him back..." I cry but my sobs overtake my words and turn them into pathetic whimpers.

"Take me instead!" I yell louder finding whats left of my voice.

The angel is silent, she says nothing, she only watches. I am not worthy of her words. I am not worthy of her pity. I am worthy of nothing.

She does not want me in your place.

Only the devil wants me.

"J-just...give him back..." I choke weakly.

"It's all your fault! Why did you do this! He didn't deserve this! But I do!"

I continue, coughing on my own ridiculous sobbing.

"I deserve it all..."

This was not supposed to happen. None of this was supposed to happen this way...

I am sorry...

So sorry...

Many Months Earlier

The large auditorium around me buzzes like a hive of maddened hornets, thousands of voices mesh together forming a web of sound that swallows me whole. I'm going through all the motions, I flip through the acceptance speech, smiling, repeating the lines that I have written for myself. But my mind is not present in this speech, it wanders, to just beside me.

To the man beside me.

He grips his own acceptance speech in his fingertips, just barely dangling it, as if it's a venomous snake and it may bite at any moment. His eyes are blank, dark orbs set in his head like a corpse. He hardly even blinks, is he even breathing? He stands slightly hunched forward, and what in hells name is he wearing!? Did nobody explain to him that this is a formal acceptance ceremony? And that it is indeed not acceptable to wear baggy jeans and an old shirt to a gathering such as this? Plus his shoes, they look like a german shepherd got a hold of them, then they took a trip through a shredder. He looks like a homeless fool. It's disgusting really, and disrespectful. Just who does he think he is to pull such a stunt?

I adjust my tie accordingly and let you finish your half of the speech. I am dressed properly. It is a suit and tie affair, and I do not disappoint in this department. Not a hair out of place, and not a word out of line. Perfection, it is my game after all.

The perfect student.

The perfect son.

The perfect citizen.

The perfect...killer.

The speeches are over. I give a small bow, and the man beside me gives an awkward nod.

My seat seems so far away as I make my way down from the stage. I feel his eyes sinking into my back. Burning holes right through my being. It's unnerving and i quickly take a disliking to it. I don't know what his deal is. But I do not like him. Something about him. It disrupts my calm nature. It throws waves into the ocean and I do not like a choppy sea.

I take my seat and he sit's next to me. He slips his ragged shoes off and curls his knees up onto the chair, leaning his elbows on them. The way he sits reminds me of the gargoyles that perch on the roofing of older buildings downtown.

He is almost as frightening with those eyes of his...

Who is he? Ryuga...is that your name you strange boy? Your hair sticks out in all directions. It's as dark as ebony. Like the rest of you, it only adds to your haunting appearance. Something about you draws me in, like a planet I gravitate toward you. You act more creature than human. But what kind of creature are you exactly...the kind that threatens me possibly? The kind that keeps secrets...and oh, there are secrets here, looming around above our heads as we sit next to one another. They cast shadows over you, dark and frightening. You are very...very...frightening. Intimidating almost. I do not take to this well. I need to know what kind of creature you are. The innocent kind of creatures that wander around strange to the world but mean no harm, simply watch the world go by? Or the kind that lurks in dark corners, processing the world with intelligent eyes, and changing it...as they see fit. Those are the two...so which is it going to be, huh Ryuga?

The buzz of the room fills my ears once more.

He's talking to me suddenly, his voice as dark and monotone as the expression on his ghostly white face.

He knows who I am. Knows who my father is.

But then again that is not all surprising considering I am top of my class and my name is well known.

He pauses.

He says he needs to tell me something.

I only side glance at him, my attention peaked if only for a moment.

I feel my breath catch, the pause just a little longer than the norm for a usual conversation.

He turns to my suddenly, eyes wide, boring into me like knives.

"I am L."