A mysterious figure walked toward the grave of Light Yagami, known by some in life as Kira, a fact that the figure was all too familiar with. He knelt by it, ignoring the questioning stares of passerby. To be fair, he certainly was an eccentric figure. A messy head of black hair and pale skin that looked like it hadn't seen the sun in a long time certainly would catch people's eyes. But only a very select few had known what the famous L really looked like, and those weren't people that would go visiting Light's grave. The world's greatest detective, L Lawliet, stared at the words inscribed in the headstone. For someone who considered himself a god in life, the headstone was rather plain, with merely the inscription of his name, Light Yagami. L sighed, recalling some of his memories with the man known as Light Yagami. Perhaps in another life, they could have been friends. But the Death Note corrupted him, turning him into little more than a serial killer calling himself justice, and in the ashes of Light Yagami rose Kira. "Hello, Light-san. Don't worry, I'm not here to gloat over your defeat. Quite the opposite, in fact. You've given me new purpose. After you were defeated, every case I've been taking has seemed quite mundane." L stopped, taking out a candy bar. "You know, Light, I never had a big problem with your views on justice. But I knew you would become corrupt. You already had a god complex to begin with, and power corrupts, and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Your arrogance blinded you to the fact that you became the very monster you claimed to despise. I have learned from your mistakes. I'm going to fix the world. And yes, I know it was I that once told you, 'No matter how gifted you are, you cannot change the world.' But I've never been one to turn down a challenge. And I am in an excellent position to do it." L paused, taking a bite of a candy bar held in his hand. "For one, I won't be searching for any Death Notes. I don't want my only partner to be some Shinigami only interested in entertainment. You're probably wondering how I will go about this, then, if, of course, you can even hear me at all from wherever you are, though the likelihood of that is only 3 percent. I have made my own deal with the supernatural. This is also how I survived the Death Note. But I couldn't be resurrected until after my successors had taken you down. Otherwise I would be fighting a war on two fronts, with Kira on one side, and the corrupt upper class on the other. That's a battle I am not likely to win. And that's another difference between our two quests. Unlike you, I will mainly focus on the corruption in the upper class first, rather than working on killing every low level criminal. Now, I've spent enough time here." L stood to rise, gazing down at the grave regretfully. "I wish I could've saved you, Light-san. You could've been a friend. But there was a highly unlikely chance of that anyway. I calculate about 1.5 percent. Still, Light-san, wherever you are, I wish you well, despite your attempted murder of me. Good bye, Light Yagami." He turned and walked out of the cemetery. He put his thumb in his mouth and pondered his next move. As if summoned, a man dressed in dark, antiquated formal wear walked out from the nearby shadows and stood side by side with L. His eyes had a demonic red glint to them. "What are your orders, my lord?" Sebastian Michaelis asked. A bright purple pentagram lit up in one of L's dark obsidian eyes. "Take us back to the mansion. I have work to do. Dig up all you can about the corrupt American senator, Dan Carlson. Oh, and from now on, refer to me as Ryuzaki. Ryuzaki Phantomhive." "Yes, my lord. Any other requests?" L chewed on his thumb. "If it's not too much trouble, could you pick up a cake?"