Another Chance
Prologue
So.
One by one, the bullets hit him. One by one, drops of blood fell to the ground.
This is how it ends…
One by one, painful steps away from the warehouse. One by one, faltering footsteps tinted red from his wounds.
I didn't think Near could get me…
One by one, strokes on lined paper made by fingers with no warmth. One by one, seconds counting down towards his death.
Three… Two… One…
Then the final moment itself—a last, loud heartbeat, then silence. Eyes sliding closed, refusing to give up life yet being forced into death. A final image: His sworn enemy, standing before him. He cannot see the expression, but he knows it's one that he has worn countless times. One that says, I've won. And he thinks: Damn you, L.
…I'm sorry.
All is blackness, sweet oblivion. He is relieved that the pain is gone. He knows that somewhere, he is lying on a staircase, a fallen god. But now, in the silence that is death, he doesn't care.
He floats, for a time: doing nothing, just—existing. It is peaceful here. After a while, he begins to sense a presence. He cannot see it, or hear it, for there are no sensations in death, but nonetheless he knows it is there. Soon, another presence joins the first one. It is… older… than the first. It gives off an aura of immense wisdom that the first lacks.
The Old One says, with no voice: What is wrong?
The Young One replies, in the same manner: Look. See for yourself.
The Old One says, I do not sense anything wrong. His evil side is simply more dominant—
The Young One interrupts, No! Look at his memories, not at the states of the two sides.
The Old One says, How can this be? It is like he has two souls.
The Young One says, It is impossible, yet—
The Old One says, Wait! Look further. See what made the evil side dominant.
The Young One says, It was… an outside influence? But what influence can be that powerful?
The Old One says, It is a Death Note.
The Young One says, But it is just paper. How could it—
The Old One says, Paper that kills. Now, look at both sides separately. What do you see?
The Young One says, The good side is kind, sympathetic. The evil one is cold, manipulative. The good side is filled with remorse at the actions of the evil while dominant.
The Old One says, Indeed. There is only one thing to be done.
The Young One says, What is that?
The Old One says, We must give him another chance.
The Young One says, Is that allowed?
The Old One says, His good side is kind and would have been dominant, were it not for the unwanted influence of the Death Note. In his next life, it will be dominant once more. Would you leave it to face the karma that his evil side has incurred?
The Young One says, No… But what if he tells someone? A human?
The Old One says, He is not stupid. If he does, he will be regarded as insane. Now…
He wants to protest: He likes it here. He does not have to face what he has done. But he is torn away, back to the garish, blindingly bright world of the living.
A/N:: Hey... Well, this is a cliche plotline, but it's still SUCH A GOOD IDEA! And unlike some fics like this that I've seen, we have a reason for sending Light back... :D Cuz everyone likes to screw with Innocent!Light's head through random time travel.
~AKIRA
{A/N} Exactly. Cliche, but FUN! And even though I feel sorry for Innocent!Light, that doesn't stop me from screwing with his head. :D MNEAHAHA. Random time travel.
~KAITO