Disclaimer: Unfortunately, we do not own the rights to any DeathNote characters. If we did, Light would have never regained his memory and would have eloped with L....However, any other characters not in DeathNote do belong to us; you might recognize some of their names, but I swear they are not anything like the characters they are named for.
Prologue
L blinked. An impenetrable darkness was all he saw. He closed his eyes and opened them again. No difference between the two. He'd been doing this for a while now, and he was starting to think he was only imagining opening his eyes.
Wherever he was, there was no light source whatsoever. Either that or he was blind.
That doesn't make sense, though…Why should I suddenly be blind? L thought, bringing up his thumb to chew on the nail. As he did so, he elbow bumped against a hard surface.
Curious, he reached out and found a wall not six inches in front of his face. Feeling around his surroundings, L quickly found that he was lying in some kind of box. A box with very plush pillows and a very comfortable interior.
L raised an eyebrow, thoroughly confused by this point.
"Why am I in a coffin…?" he wondered aloud, wincing after he said this. His throat was bone dry, and he tried swallowing to wet it.
After a couple seconds, L became aware of noises above him. It sounded like someone shouting frantically, and almost immediately after, he heard scraping, like someone digging through the earth above his tomb.
Possibly the ones who put me in here, coming back to finish the job…? L theorized. He heard a couple thumps an then the people above him struggling to open the lid of the coffin.
L tensed himself, ready for the strangers to open it up. He figured out earlier that the coffin was split top and bottom, so he gathered his whole body in the upper part, knowing they would open that first. I will not be killed so easily… he thought.
The lid of his casket was flung open, and mere seconds after, L kicked upward, his foot connecting with one of the people's ribs. The man was thrown backwards from the force of the kick, and bounced off the earth wall of the grave and onto the lower half of L's coffin.
L slowly pulled himself out of the death bed, feeling like he was about to pass out. The kick had taken almost all of his strength, and it was all he could do to stay awake now.
Once standing, he saw that there had been another person with the man he'd kicked. A girl.
She was staring at him with her mouth gaping, and she was covered in dirt. For some strange reason, she looked familiar, but just different enough that L couldn't place why.
A wave of dizziness washed over him then, and L had to brace himself against the dirt walls around him to keep from collapsing. He stared at the girl; she looked like she'd seen a ghost.
He swallowed again, managing to get his throat less dry, then asked, "Would you mind telling me exactly why I was in a coffin?"
The girl began to answer just as another wave of weakness and dizziness hit L again.
Losing his balance and what little strength he had left, L fell back into his coffin, his mind being claimed by unconsciousness.