Light stood in a darkened hallway. The walls are made of brown bricks, some of the pieces are cracked or have fallen away, crumbled into dust on the plain cement floor. There's a gas lamp hanging from a rusted hook next to him, emitting a dull glow in the spot where he is standing. The lamp looked to be many years old, the surface of it seemed to have been painted a lime green, now it's peeling off and falling apart, exposing the dirty metal underneath.

Both ends of the corridor led into darkness.

Light was puzzled, wondering how he had ended up here in the middle of a hallway leading to nowhere. The air was still, stale and smelled like damp earth, so he figured he might be deep underground.

He reached for the lamp, disgusted when he found the handle covered in foul-smelling rust. Light brought his fingers closer to his face to study it, the dry, powdery rust spreading on the skin of his fingers as he rubbed them together. He hesitated, rubbed his fingers on the fabric of his pants.

Steeling his nerves, he reached for the dirty lamp once again. The old handle scraped against the equally rusted hook, sending a chill of disgust through him at the sensation.

With the lamp in hand, Light tried to figure out where he should be headed next, glancing at both ends of the corridor.

Both of them looked the same, so he randomly chose a direction to walk towards, one which is to the left of the hook.

He was about thirty steps down the hallway when he came upon the blockage, a pile of hardened soil and rocks in his way. There was a gnarly root sticking down through the roof, the branches looking like a demonic hand trying to reach for him. Light observed the ceiling where it came from, trying to look for a way out. Considering there's a tree root here, the surface might not be too far away.

Or this might just be from a very old, very big tree.

Light saw no signs that indicated the presence of the surface, no grass or the remnants of leaves or animals that might have came through when the roof collapsed.

He figured he might not be as near to the surface as he had hoped. Also, he didn't feel like taking the risk of being crushed and buried under a mountain of dirt and rocks by trying to dig his way out, there didn't look like there's any tool he could use, either.

So the brunette turned and walked the other way, pausing when he saw a dim glow in the distance.

Light approached it cautiously.

He paled when he saw the hook from where he was and on it was another lamp.

Light studied it, fear clouding in his mind when he realized it's the same exact lamp he's holding, the exposed metal and peeling paint all in the same spots that he had seen.

He calmed his breathing, pushing the terror away from his mind the best he could and try to find his way out of here. Light stepped around the lamp, not wanting to be close to that thing and continued his way down the other end.

This way took longer than the last.

Light have been walking for five minutes, yet there was more darkness in front of him, the hallway falling apart around him, looking all the same.

Again, he spotted a dull glow far in front of him.

Light made his way towards it.

And froze.

It was the same hook and the same lamp, even the cracks in the wall around it resemble the ones his observant eyes has committed into his mind.

Light was spooked, staring at the lamp like it was some sort of nightmarish monster. Again, he stepped as far as he could away from the lamp as he walked past it, still trying to find his way out.

He was afraid that he would find that same lamp the further he walked but have yet to find anything a while later. He wasn't ready to let his guard down, though, until he felt a soft breeze blowing on his face.

It died off in the next second but he was positive that he might be close to the way out.

Light increased his pace, eager to get out of here. He faltered when he found a dim glow in the distance, afraid that it might be the godforsaken lamp again.

He made his way towards it cautiously.

The glow flickered and disappeared.

Before Light could figure out what had happened, the single flame in the lamp stuttered and went out.

There was a loud crash in the complete darkness and frenzied breathing that was his own. Light bent down and felt around for the lamp, hissing in pain when something sharp nicked a finger. He brought into his mouth to nurse it, only to spit it out when it tasted of rust and blood. The two things were mingled together and left a strong metallic taste on his tongue. Light spat some more and accepted that the lantern was no longer usable.

He gingerly stretched his hand out to the right, feeling the cool surface of the wall under his fingers.

Light slowly stood up, carefully stepped over where the lamp had fallen as much as possible.

There was the crunch of glass underneath his shoes and Light continued walking, blind to everything around him.

Slowly and cautiously, he stepped forward, seeing nothing but darkness in front of him, his hand sliding across the right wall to guide his way, his breathing and footsteps the only sounds in the blackness of the corridor.

At some point, his hand felt nothing.

Panicked, Light's breathing hitched.

He felt for the wall again, backtracking a few steps. Light was relieved when he felt the familiar coolness of the wall beneath his hand. He walked forwards, discovering a right turn of the corridor.

He cleared his throat, finding the sound of his voice traveling rightwards, forwards as well as leftwards.

So this is a three-way.

Light decided to follow the right pathway, hoping that there aren't anymore diversion in the corridor and hoping that this is the right way to go.

He continued walking, his hand tracing the wall next to him.

Five minutes later, he saw a dim glow further down.

Light walked towards it.

It was the hook and the lamp again, this time, there's a mirror next to it. The mirror has no frame, the surface shiny in the dark. Like the rest of the hallway, it's old and grimy and cracked in some places.

Light felt an aversion to the mirror and he hadn't added those of the lantern into that yet.

He took a small step back, the sole of his shoe scraping against the cement floor.

Suddenly, he couldn't move.

Light felt his pulse quickening, his blood thundering in his ears yet he stood, frozen to the spot.

Then, against his will, Light took a small step forwards.

As if pulled by invisible strings, Light was moving closer and closer towards the mirror, his eyes wide with fear as he began to hyperventilate.

He was moved right up to the mirror, his terror-stricken face showing up clearly on the grimy surface, his breath fogging it up slightly.

Light stared, noticing with a horror a red gleam in the eyes of his reflection.

Slowly, it began to transform, the brown bleeding out of his hair and eyes, before his eyes, his skin grew paler and a wicked smile formed on his lips.

It's Kira, Kira, Kira-

Light screamed in his mind, unable to move his lips or his voice box as the mirror began to crack, the pieces falling away. Yet the image of Kira remained, his laughter echoing about him. Kira lifted his arms, the limbs stretching out of the mirror, longer and longer as if they were made of rubber.

Light watched in horror as his pale, crooked fingers began to stretch, longer and longer towards him like a net.

"Light, Light, Light, Light-"

His screams are loud in his mind, exploding in his ears.

Kira kept laughing, his fingers wrapping around his shoulders and shaking him.

"Light, Light!"

Light screamed as Kira spoke his voice again and again, before suddenly turning into a deeper, huskier voice that he knew he should be able to place.

"Light!"

Light kept screaming as his eyes closed shut, suddenly able to move and began to hit whatever was trying to strangle him.

"Light, stop! It's me!"

It's me. Who's me?

Light struggled and warmth smoldered him, whatever it was began rocking him back and forth and hushing him in a crooning voice.

"Shhh, it's just a dream, Light. Just a dream."

He stopped struggling, heart pounding in his ears as he slowly opened his eyes. He took in the mess of a bed and a blanket trapped around his legs, the familiar wooden floor and the pale red wallpaper, the arms wrapped tightly around him.

"L?" His voice came out shaky as he turned, looking into the concerned face of the raven.

"Yes, Light," he uttered, "It's me."

"L," Light sobbed and turned to wrap his arms tightly around his lover, burying his face in his chest and breathed in his familiar scent.

"It's okay," L whispered, rubbing his back, "It's over now, Kira is gone."

L held the brunette until he fell asleep in his arms, whispering soothing words to him the whole time. He laid him down gently back on the bed, pulling the covers both their forms, keeping his arms wrapped around Light as long as he sleeps.

Even though Kira had been gone for more than eight months now, he still continued to haunt Light in his dreams. Light had trouble functioning as he did for a while, he was unable to sleep and had mood swings, increased anxiety and sometimes, depression plagued his days. The younger man had to depend on medication to regulate his mood and to sleep.

It was getting less serious though and that was a good sign, even after all that psychological damage that Kira had done to him.

Everything will turn out better, L thought, wrapping his arms tighter around Light's form.

He'll recover, eventually.

L closed his eyes and dozed off to the sound of Light's breathing.

A pair of dark eyes stared upon the screen as lines flew up the screen, the orbs catching onto every word as they went past.

Who it had belonged to sat in the dark, pale fingers picking at the scars on his forearm as he read through the files with impressive speed. The artificial light illuminated a room that was empty except for a thin cardboard in the corner, a jar of jam next to it.

The jar was opened, the cover lying abandoned next to it, half of the jam was gone, eaten with nothing else.

File after file was opened and slowly, the man smirked.

"You can't run away from the past…"

He chuckled, rocking back and forth as he held onto his pale, bare feet, his eyes following the lines of words.

"L Lawliet."

He chuckled lowly, hopping onto his feet and sat in a crouch, humming to himself as his eyes glowed with the light from the laptop.

"I'm coming to get you."

A/N: If Light dream sequence seemed like a minecraft horror map, it probably means that it is and I just watched one recently XD.

I did mention that I'm gonna write part 2 next year, I'd say never mind that, it has started. So… uh, time to read I guess? XD

Well, see ya~