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Yuko gritted her teeth in a rare display of frustration. All around her mystical energies raged with all the power of the infinite multiverse. Watanuki stood a few inches away, staring at the shifting orb of power that enveloped the most powerful witch to have ever lived

"Yuko!" Shouted Watanuki, "what's going on?!" Yuko's worried face could be seen through the brief glimses the multicoloured mass allowed in its shifting orb.

Yuko bit her lip as she caught glimpses of the worlds, transparent through the walls of the orb like the bottom of a clear lake. Before her lay two worlds, closer to each other than most others. They showed parallel scenes; in one a pale, rumpled man in a white shirt and blue jeans stood in the rain while a considerably neater brunette teenager ran over to him. In the other it showed a painfully thin brown haired boy in a light brown overcoat staring wistfully into the stormy heavens while a man with long black hair and a casual suit walked purposely forward. Yuko groaned as the energies slowly began to exceed her incredible bounds and swung free.

"YUKO!" Screamed Watanuki as the raging winds of the multiverse suddenly exploded out of the orb and rushed through the store.

*****

Light Yagami stood on the edge of the skyscraper, the rain falling into his ringed eyes. This is the last sight of the sky I shall ever see, he thought to himself, how depressing...

"Ruuga-san!" Called Ryuzaki, Light slowly turned his head to the black-haired man. He noted for the hundredth time how Ryuzaki's eyes had changed from gentle to mirror-like since he had touched the Death Note. Doubtlessly his memories had returned. The one person who he had ever trusted since the death of his family at the hands of the mafia, besides Watari, would kill him. Light had wondered how he would do it. It was obvious that he would have to use the Shinigami somehow, but how? Still it was no matter, Light knew he had lost the moment Ryuzaki had touched the Death Note. There was no point in trying to avoid it at this point, if he tried to do anything he would only put Mello and Near at a disadvantage later...

"Ruuga, its freezing up here, we're both going to catch colds!" Admonished Ryuzaki as he reached Light, the man's suit becoming sodden in the rain. Ryuzaki L. Lawliet, perhaps the most famous criminal psychologist in the world, was Kira. Light supposed he should laugh at irony.

"The bells..." said Light in his deceptively slow voice, "can you hear them Ryuzaki-kun?"

Ryuzaki shook his head. "Look Ruuga we've got to get inside quick, those are Storm clouds and this is the tallest building for five blocks!" Evidently he did not, what a pity, thought Light as his arm was roughly grabbed, reminiscent of the many times their arms had been jarred by each other movements. Light absently raised his thumb to his lip as the church bells echoes faded in his ears.

Suddenly Light felt a jerk in his lower gut. Ryuzaki apparently felt it as well as he suddenly stumbled. Ryuzaki looked at him "Did you.." Light nodded. Suddenly the jerk returned, this time rippling throughout Light's body, his sight doubled like he had been whacked across the head. One of the views showing Ryuzaki falling to his knees beside Light and the other showing a much healthier-looking version of Light and a bedraggled Ryuzaki a few meters away, mimicking their movements. The rain's beating suddenly doubled, a new tempo identical the first but a second behind.

Light gasped as the jerk came came once more, like a train dragging him along, this time it didn't fade. He couldn't move, his senses began spinning out of control, his vision doubled again, then tripled, all showing other Lights and Ryuzakis. The blur of reality began to crush him, pressure pressing on every inch of his body, thousands of images, sounds and smells whipped around him, the only sound consistent was a barely discernible pair of voices screaming. After a few Light realised it was himself and Ryuzaki, then the flashes increased, the sensations on his fingertips changes from burning heat to icy cold in milliseconds, his body experiencing all the extremes at once. Finally his poor, neglected body couldn't take anymore and his mind sank into blissful oblivion.

*****

Watanuki awoke with a thumping head. He groaned before forcing his poor, battered frame into a sitting position. After a few seconds his vision focussed revealing the wrecked room, the paper-panels of the sliding door had been destroyed, the fabric of the bed scorched. The walls were splintered and the floor little better off, in the centre there was an untouched circle, in which lay the groaning lump that was Yuko.

Watanuki shook himself into action, "Maru! Moro! Mokona! Are you okay!?" He called as he slowly stood up, carefully avoiding the splinters sticking out at odd angles. A few seconds later the odd trio peeked from the door frame, the twins normally calm faces anxious and Mokona's few features grave as the saw the battered form of Watanuki crouching beside their mistress.

Authors Note: Hello people! I've finally gotten my computer back after a long bout whith the cold, I'm still recovering and I'm not even supposed to be on but this dammned plot bunny wouldn't leave me alone, anyway's I'll be updating the rest of my stories again soon!