Wammyman: Hello readers. This is my first fanfic. If you haven't seen or heard of either of these animes, I suggest you stop reading. If you have seen them, read on. Please enjoy and review!
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters from Death Note.
Chapter 1: Light's Death
Light desperately ran across the harbor. His arm was numb and blood was pouring from his shot wounds. The Japanese Task Force was hot on his trail. With what little strength he had left, Light found an old warehouse to hide in. Here he made his last desperate attempt to escape.
Sitting atop one of the harbor's towers was the shinigami Ryuk.
"Well Light," the shinigami said in his raspberry voice, "looks like you lose. Remember in the beginning, when we first met, how I said I would write your name in my notebook? Tonight I finally will."
Ryuk took out his pen and began to write in his black notebook.
"At least we managed to break each others boredom for awhile. Well, I guess all good things must come to an end. Good-bye Light, it was interesting while it lasted," Ryuk sighed as he scribbled the name Light Yagami in his note book.
Just then, Light felt a growing pain in his chest. He fell backwards, slamming on the stairs in the warehouse. Light knew he was about to die. As Light was slipping from the edge of death, he saw what looked like the ghost of L, his long dead enemy. After that, Light saw nothing but black, his body was still, and his heart stopped.
A member of the Task Force found Light's body in the warehouse. The officer then popped his head out of the door and shouted,
"Guys, I found him he's in here!"
Moments later, the remaining members rushed into the warehouse.
"Great work Matsuda," Aizawa said.
"It was a pleasure," Matsuda replied.
Mogi slowly creped up to the body and placed two fingers on the neck.
"No pulse," he replied.
"Hmph. How ironic," Aizawa said, "Kira, the world's greatest serial killer is now dead himself."
"Kind of appropriate though, don't ya think," Ide sais.
"Guess so," Aizawa replied.
"So whadda we do now," Matsuda asked stumped.
"We report back to Near, that's what," Aizawa answered exiting the warehouse.
"Wait what about Light," Mogi shouted to everyone.
"Leave him," Ide said slightly laughing, "he's not going anywhere."
Then the remaining officers left the warehouse, leaving the body of Light to waste away.
In another warehouse on the far side of the harbor, there was a 13-year old boy with white hair wearing a white shirt and blue jeans that was crouching on the floor, awaiting the return of the Task Force. There were two FBI agents, a white man and a white woman, standing beside the boy. The boy looked up when the door to the warehouse opened.
"Well Near, look's like Light's dead," Aizawa said to the boy.
"That's good to hear," Near said while twirling his index finger in his hair, "saves us the trouble of executing him."
Then Ryuk came flying came flying in, with no success in scaring anyone.
"Well," Ryuk announced to everyone, "anyone else interested in using the Death Note seeing as how Light won't need it anymore, he he he."
Near looked Ryuk straight into his big red eyes.
"I think we can all agree that no one wants anything to do with this," the boy declared as he handed black notebook from under his shirt back to the God of death.
"Hmph, you're no fun at all," Ryuk pouted while taking back the notebook.
"Ryuk, promise me that you won't be having anymore 'fun' for awhile," Near said in a serious tone. Ryuk's lips curved into a big smile.
"Okay, I promise," he said happily.
Then the bored shinigami spread out his black wings, and flew through the roof of the warehouse and into the sky, with his lips frozen in that smile.
"How long do you think he'll wait before dropping another Death Note into the world," Matsuda asked.
"Who knows," Near said, "those notebooks are deadly weapons that are a danger to the owner, and anyone around them."
"All we can do is be ready for the rebirth of Kira," said Mogi.
"Who ever falls victim to Ryuk's game… God help them," Aizawa said pitifully.