Author's Note: This is the first fanfiction my friend and I have ever done, so if this turns out horribly, you know why. This also all spawned from a joke, so I'm assuming the tone won't be that serious, but we'll see how it turns out. Without further rambling, IT'S CHAPTER 1 TIME!

As I fell from my chair, I could feel the pain in my chest. I could feel my heart throbbing its last beats. I hit the floor. I saw Light's face looming over me. Light, my first and only friend has betrayed me. As I stared into his eyes, I realized I had been correct from the beginning. He was Kira, but there was nothing I could do but lie there and wait for the end. I could already feel my consciousness slipping. I could feel my mind going dark.

I awoke to find myself in a dark area. How was I alive? I have never believed in an afterlife before, but if Shinigami were real, I suppose anything is possible. I stood up. The location I found myself appeared to be a cave. There was nothing else to do but wander it How did I get here? I died. There was no way that I could have survived; I was killed by the Death Note. So how was I alive? Or am I dead? I couldn't be sure. As I continued to wander, I saw a light, so I began to approach it.

It was the exit of the cave, but it was behind a peculiarly pink house. I stepped onto the back porch. There was a basketball hoop nailed to the roof. It would seem that the person who owns this house is athletic. I walked forward to knock on the door. I then stopped when I realized there was music coming from inside the house.

I decided to enter the door as I knew knocking would not be heard over the music coming from inside. I was in a rather small kitchen with checkered tiling and kitchen appliances that appeared to be from the 1950's. How interesting. There was an opening in the wall that looked into the next room. Inside the room was a woman. I couldn't see much of her as she was turned away from me. The walls were pink, just like the outside of the house. There was a red couch to the left side of the room. In the back was a door leading outside and a red chair. Lining the right wall were amps and related musical equipment. She was playing an instrument which sounded like a bass. This would make her the source of the music. But all of this isn't what caught my eye. The strangest part about this sight is that the woman was floating. Levitating in the air.

I entered the room to get the woman's attention. Even if this was just a magic trick, I needed to understand what was happening. She immediately turned around and looked at me. Her skin was exceedingly pale. She had long black hair that went down to her ankles. There were long fangs in her mouth and two small injuries which appeared to be bite wounds on her neck. Her instrument appeared to be an axe with strings attached creating a bass noise. She looked like a vampire. There was nothing else she reminded me of. More likely, she was a Shinigami. I awoke here after dying; I was in a tunnel with a light at the end; despite her appearance not being quite as strange as the other Shinigami I've seen, there was still a 40% probability that she was one. If she was, this scenario would make more sense.

"Who are you?" the woman asked.

Who am I? This would mean that she isn't a Shinigami. If she was, she could just see my name floating above my head. Then why did she look like this? I couldn't think of an answer. There was only one thing that I could think of to say.

"I'm L."

"Oh... okay... What are you doing in my house?"

"I was just trying to find my way out of this cave I appear to have found myself in. Your house was in front of the exit, so I thought I should consult someone about my whereabouts. But I have a more pressing question for you. How are you floating and how do you have those fangs?"

Before she could say anything, there was a knock on the door.

"Uh... Hold on..." the woman said before she flew to the door to answer it.

She opened the door revealing a teenage boy wearing strange headwear and a backpack standing next to a dog standing on its hind legs.

"Marcy, we're here for the jam session. Hey, who is this guy?" the boy with the hat asked.

"Yeah, he looks kinda weird." the dog said.

"He says his name is L." the woman said.

A talking dog who also isn't a Shinigami. This situation was getting stranger as it went on. All I could do was stand there looking at these strange people.

(Queue L's Theme A)

Before anything else could happen, the teenage boy clutched his chest and fell backwards. He laid on the ground, twitching. The dog turned around to face the noise and immediately fell forward and began to foam at the mouth. Eventually, both of them stopped moving.

"Whoa! Finn! Jake! Are you okay?!" the woman said as she flew over to the bodies.

The Death Note appears to follow me even between worlds. Another Kira. Another Death Note. Another world. But why have I been drawn here? Why me again? I suppose I have no choice in this matter. I must defeat this new Kira where I have failed before. I cannot allow myself to be beaten by Kira twice, even if it is a different one.

"There's no point in talking to them. They're dead..."

Post-Author's Note Afterwards End-ness Thing: So! How was it? Should there be more? Should there not be more? These are legitimate questions...

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