Disclaimer: I don't own the original 'Death Note', or any of the characters here, other than the story plot. If I do, L wouldn't have died.
Let's say I exchange L's situation with Yagami Light's. Let L be the one who gets the Death note and Light be the one to investigate. How will the story end then? Will L become Kira? What will this Kira do then?
DEATH NOTE Chapter One: LAnother ending of a case that took most of L's glucose content. He lay down by the couch as he read the novel in front of him. These were just one of those relaxing time when he could just rest and take his mind off the job of justice. Biting onto his favorite chocolate bar, he looked around the room to just blank him out from his thousand thoughts when he saw his assistant, Watari, who was fast asleep in the seat beside him. Breaking out into a smile, he pulled out the covers from the cupboards and flipped it over his assistant. To L himself, Watari was his only kin, almost like a caring grandfather. (Not blood kin. But because Watari had been working for him for years and had been the one taking care of him, it was more likely that they both had a grandfather and grandchild bond between them. Since L's an orphan.)
Putting down his book with the pages flat on the desk in front of him (N/A: he's going to spoilt the book like that. Poor book.), L got off his seat and walked out of the room, and then out from his secret base that is unknown even to the ICPO. L couldn't drive, so there was no chance that he could go anywhere far, but he didn't mind.
With a chocolate bar that is half eaten, and a cell phone and his wallet in one of his pockets, which contains nothing but a cash card whish contains his every fortune, he took a stroll into the outside world away from self-confinement. He walked past streets, where many people deserted him as he walked past them because of his appearance. He felt a little discriminated, but still walked on. (N/A: such pride and dignity, huh.)
Soon he arrived at a dessert shop where he stopped and made his way into the shop. He brought himself to an empty table in a quiet corner and sat down. Everyone is minding his or her own business here ignoring everyone's else's presence in the shop and this somehow made L felt secured. He took up the menu and looked through it, when a waitress walked towards him to take his order, "Is there anything you would like to have sir?" she asked and looked at L.
"A chocolate sundae with extra chocolate, a chocolate cheesecake, strawberry milkshake, a rice pudding and a banana split ice-cream." He said, pointing to every of these dessert on the menu so that the waitress wouldn't get the wrong item, " erm…and five of these doughnuts please."
The waitress took down the order and nodded, "Yes sir, right away!" Obviously, she was shocked. Such a huge order of desserts that one could have eaten them as meals for 2 days and this weirdo is just eating them for tea break, how many stomach does he have anyway? Frantically, she hurried to the kitchen to give the orders.
L was fully amused by her reactions and giggled; it had been such a long time since he got reactions like this. He rarely eats out in the public, mostly Hiwatari will serve him, but being out himself being a nobody was a first time since he became a detective.
The strawberry milkshake was served onto his table first, much to his disappointment because he had expected his sundae to be first. Oh well, he threw his bar of chocolate (which had only 3 tiles left) into the milkshake and began to stir it with the drink. (N/A: eww… just like when he dipped the takoyaki into honey in the movie.)
L was just about to take his first sip when some big guys entered the shop with some really big guns, "HAND OVER ALL YOUR CASH AND EVERYTHING VALUABLE TO US NOW, OR HAVE YOUR HEADS BLOWN OFF!"
Everyone, except L, freaked out and held their hands over their head, abiding the robbers, handing over their valuables. He didn't really mind their entrance, only slightly irritated by the interruptions of the peaceful atmosphere in the shop. Calmly, he continued to drinking that milkshake when, "BANG!" a bullet was shot. His glass of milkshake exploded in front of him, shattering the glass pieces all over him.
The drink was spilt all over him and mixing badly with the blood from the wounds from the bullet that scrapped past his right palm and those made by the flying glass piece on his face.
Shocked and angered, he stood up against one of the robbers, who pointed the gun at his forehead.
"Such stupid act with lots of loopholes." He snickered and hissed as he pulled the glass pieces that were sticking onto his face out slowly and letting them fall to the ground, breaking into a million more pieces. "In a few minutes, the police will arrive. Doing crime without an escape route. I can't see how you can survive this with these skimpy guns."
L lifted his head and stared at them in the eyes, when something queer happened.
The robbers fell one by one onto the ground, clenching onto their chests in a painful manner. Soon the struggles ended and all fell into a deep spiral of silence. L bended down and placed his fingers over their neck, all of them are dead.
Confused, he backed away from the bodies and banged his back onto one of the seats. "What the?"
A black notebook then appeared out of nowhere and fell in between his legs. He picked the book up and flipped open it with his very sticky hands. One the first five blank pages are five different names, one in each page written in a very simplified handwriting.
Suzumiya Hiraito Hayashibara SakitoKajiura Megumi
Akimichi Kei
Kurosaki Zouji
He looked at the names, then at the dead robbers in shock until the police arrived.
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L stared at the black notebook for hours in his personal workplace. (Where he and himself is allowed in that office area. It's a very cramped room where L stuffed his files in. Even Watari is not allowed in there unless L allowed him to to get specific files he needed. L usually spends time in here when he's stressed or upset.)
"Death note." He read and flipped open to the first page, which was written in English with a very gothic font.
DEAtH NotE
HOW to USE It
Ithe human whose name is written in this note shall die.
this note will not take effect unless the writer has the person's face in their mind when writing his/her name. therefore, people sharing the same name will not be affected.
If the cause of death is written within 40 seconds of writing the person's name, it will happen.
If the cause of death is not specific, the person will simply die of a heart attack.
After writing the cause of death, details of death should be written in the next 6 minutes and 40 seconds.
"Interesting."
L grabbed the book and flipped through his files.
"Render.K.Robinson, let's see if the test subjects dies before he gets his death sentence tomorrow."
L flipped opened the Death note to an empty page and wrote:
Reander.K.Robinson
Heart attackWrote his name onto the wall of the cell with his blood at 10.24 a.m November 28, 2003. Died at 10.30 a.m. November 28, 2003.
(It's assumed that time now in this story is 10.20 a.m, November 28, 2003)
(N/A: that's also the same date Yagami Light killed his first victims in the original story.)
L personally thought that the book was a joke, but the urg of curiosity was just way to over-empowering in him. He pulled out a laptop from the drawers and connected it into the police's camera in Render.K.Robinson's cell. (L can actually do that himself even without Watari's help.) With enough patience, the time past and what he saw was unexpected and expected of it.
The man stood up and bit his finger. Before the blood dried, at 10.24 a.m sharp, he placed his finger on the wall to write his name out. He then fell back and lay on the cell bed and laughed. The man laughed and cursed himself. He seemed to be out of his mind when at seconds before 10.30 a.m, he felt horrible, clenched onto his chest as if he were in pain. He only stopped struggling when the time hits 10.30 a.m sharp. When the guards arrived, it was proved that he was dead.
This little 'experiment' was convincing enough for him.
"Coincidence?" he started to hesitate for a while, but looked back into the laptop's screen and shook his head, "No. This Death note is…the real deal?"
There was a smirk tingling in his lips, but he tried hard to resist from it. That slight feeling of zest that he knew wasn't supposed to be in him. He had killed someone!
Even he hardly believed himself. Just when he was about to close the book shut, he heard a gust of wind gushing through his ears. He turned his head back and stared into the blank air, a dark shadow overcame him. Those yellowish-coloured orbs staring down at him.
"Is this real hardcore evidence of it?"
The creature said and broke out into a grin.
"Who…or what are you?"
L stammered in fear as he backed away from the creature.
"I'm Ryuk the Shinigami. (Or what we call the Grim Reaper)" it replied and approached L in a careful manner, "The original owner of that Death Note."
L stood up, leaning against his files and picked up the Death note. His eyes never left those yellow orbs, but his heart was already shaking in fear. Carefully, he held up his arm and held the Death note in front of it.
"You want it back right?" he asked.
But surprisingly, Ryuk shook his head and laughed hysterically, "This note belongs to you now, boy."
L shook his head and threw the book down onto the floor, "I don't need this." And left the room.
Ryuk gazed at the boy's back and chuckled. (Even though L slammed the door right in his face.) "Let's see how long you can resist it."
L slammed himself down onto the desk and reached his arm out for that doughnut with extra icing. Although he was hungry and couldn't take his mind off that doughnut in front of him, the fear and anxiety was still arising in him.
L was sure that he killed someone, and yet, there was still a part of him that was urging him to do more of it.
Why?
As a justice beholder, as a detective himself, killing someone was never to be part of his plan. Although he had used innocent people as bait in his previous cases (and some of them actually died), which was overall a different situation. Or was it?
If it was like this, he was already a murderer. There was no excuse for it. No matter how much he had blamed himself for all those 'accidents', he had already planned for their death in the first place.
He took his first bite onto the doughnut while his fingers ran through the messy files on the desks.
"Ryuzaki."
L lifted his head to be met by a smiling elderly who simply just stroked his hair when L looked at him, "Do you want any more doughnuts?"
L shook his head and passed the doughnut in his hand to the platter Watari was holding. "No. Thank you Watari."
(L and Watari never told one another their real name. But because they want to talk in a less strict conversation, they call one another by their pseudonym.)
Watari then walked away to clear the food on the desks, to prevent them from staining onto the files. L simply stood up, walked back into that storage room and picked the Death note up.
TBC…L's going to do what Kira actually did. Why? It's not because he wanted to be messiah, but of a different reason. No, not revenge…you'll find out soon enough…