HAI DERE! I'm Maxie, but since nobody really reads these things, author's notes I mean, I should definitely keep it, you know, simple. Okay, so, this starts in a paralel universe, in which L is the one who first gets ahold of the Death Note, however, let's just say, the two Death Note universes collide. Wellll, you'll have to see what happens. I'm going to ask for five reviews to continue, if it isn't too much trouble. Huh, actually... three. :) Thanksies!
L Lawliet, the world's greatest detective, was incredibly, gruesomely bored. He sat in his headquarters, staring out the window with a blank expression on his face. Of course, he would never actually admit he was bored. No matter how immature he was, he would never admit to being bored, obviously because that would give off the impression that he was clueless on what to waste his time with. And L Lawliet was never clueless. So he silent stared out the window. Some grass, a couple birds fluttering around here and there, woman jogging- so boring. So, so boring. It all just seemed too typical.
Placing a thumb between his lips and gnawing carefully around the edges, he quietly returned his attention to the screen of his laptop. No new cases needed to be solved, as far as he could tell. The corners of his mouth quirked down in a frown. "Mhm, intresting..." he mumbled. Apparently, today was a complete off-day for him. Nothing to do. He sighed, swirling around in his wheeled office-chair and tapping a couple buttons on the larger moniter bolted to the wall. "Watari, would you mind bringing me another slice of cake?"
A large "W" in old-fashioned, gothic font appeared on the sceen on a plain, white background. Dull. Like the day was going so far. "Erm, Sir, I regret to tell you, but... we're out of cake."
L's eyes flew open and he twitched, biting down on his finger so hard it drew blood. Wincing, he snapped it out of his mouth and shook it gently. "I see. I'll be fine then, he murmured, placing his thumb back into his mouth and sucking it gently. The "W" flashed off the screen and he sighed distastefully. "Well, that was unpleasant..." he muttered, sighing heavily. His thoughts were disrupted as barely caught something falling from... the sky... from the corner of his eyes. He raised an eyebrow. There was a solid 76% chance that that was a hallucination from his lack of cake for two hours, but... the boredom told him to check anyway.
He scowled a bit and got up from his crouched position in the chair, raising the screen from the window and poking his head out. To his surprise, which he of course didn't show, there was some black object landed causually in the grass... nobody else, no innocent passerby, seemed to notice, strange. Maybe it was a hallucination, but, it wasn't like he had anything else to do anyway. So, it was investigation time.
Back hunched and hands in his pockets, he crept over to the elevator, selecting a couple buttons that would eventualy take him to the first floor. Still with bare feet, shivers danced around his spine as he hovered down the hall way, a mysterious air surrounding him. He nudged through the clear, and bulletproof, glass doors and scratched his thick, dark hair. He curled his toes, feeling the slightly damp, fresh spring grass beneath his feet. He scanned the area quietly. Until he saw it.
The black notebook, face down in the grass, looked like a normal notebook. Leather bound, decently thick. The only thing he found different about it at first sight was the obvious fact that it had fallen from the clouds. He glanced around, curiously, before grasping it tightly in his grip and dashing back inside with shocking agility, the doors swinging shut behind him. He stared down at it, standing in place for a little while, just inside of the doors before making another gaze around the hall. He placed it under his arm casually and tip-toed to the elavator on his graceful toes.
Moments later, he arrived at his room, daintily shutting the door behind him and pausing, then flipping the lock. He sat down in his reliable chair and pulled himself forwards using the desk. His eyes ran over the title. "Death Note." He subconsciously said it out loud. His two pincher-fingers picked up the small black book, inspecting it from every angle. He blinked, his panda-like eyes shining with intrest. Perhaps this day wouldn't be so incredibly... boring, anymore. He nudged the notebook to the side without bothering to open it. His eyes traveled to the computer moniter. He felt something was... watching, so to say. And he was right.
Behind him was... a thing. Something tall, horrifying, something that wasn't human. L stared, eyes wide, before letting out a loud scream, terrified. L threw his arms up as his chair fell to the side, shaking in horror. IT looked down at him, smirking with wide lips lined with red. "What? My hair isn't pretty?" it taunted.
L stared in disbelief before backing up into a corner, trembling. "What... what is going on?"
It gazed down at him, still smirking, "Well, let me get this over with... My name is... Ryuk. And I'm a shinigami. Suupppp?"