So... New Story. If anyone read this before know that I changed it… a lot. I realized that my plot bunny that wouldn't die was wrong about approach but right on topic so I switched things up a bit.

I only own the nameless woman who I am referring to in my head as silver and this version of the CrossRoads bar, others have probably been made but this one is mine. Anything recognizable is probably the work of someone who has money. First line of text is straight from the Death Note Manga.

Death

Light Yagami... ...! I knew it... I wasn't... wrong... But... I...

Darkness, all around me is darkness and I can't tell up from down and I can't even see myself. I am nothing. No, this isn't nothing. I can remember and I can think and though I work best in facts and figures I know that to think I must be and if I am then I am not nothing.

I float, or lie, or stand here in this darkness. I don't know how long I have been here but the silence is overwhelming. It has become a ringing in my ears this silence. A ringing that almost sounds like the tolling of church bells though I know that can not be. In the distance, I think it is distant; there is a sound that is different from this constant ringing. As the sound grown louder I recognize it as the stride of a bipedal creature and the closer the sound comes the easier it is to recognize. The tap of boots on a solid surface and the slightly rough sound of new denim rubbing on new denim are a welcome sign in this nothingness. Soon a pair of shod feet appear in my vision and a person crouches by my head where I am laying upon a surface I can't see. The surface ripples around their feet as if they were standing on liquid and the mechanics of that confuse me for a moment before I decide to let it go. What does a thing like common sense mean in a world of nothingness. I stare up at the face of the person next to me and they open their mouth, catching me off guard with their words.

"So Lawliet, how would you like a job?"

"A job? But I'm dead, I saw Light kill me. Saw that homicidal gleam in his eyes as I took my last breath!"

"Of course you're dead. I couldn't offer this job to you if you were still alive. And stop being so dramatic, I'm sure your death wasn't that bad."

I stared at this woman. She was either insane or I was and at the moment I am not sure which of those is the correct statement. Normally I would never doubt my sanity but I woman just walked across a rippling surface in a world of nothingness to offer me a job I could only take because I am dead.

Definitely starting to think that I'm the one who lost their mind. Maybe Light didn't kill me and I'm actually stuck in a dream.

"Your not dreaming Lawliet."

I startled. No one should no that name. Not even Light knew my name and he killed me.

"How-"

"I know these things," She replied before I could even finish my thought. "I'm a bartender so it's all in the job description."

That was not what I thought she did. Although looking at her I could see how see would fit into a bar. Short Silver grey hair in a pixie cut framed a round face with a slightly pointed chin. She had five piercings in her right ear and four in her left. She only wore a black tank top so I could see a tattoo of flames spreading across her chest and onto her shoulders and arms. On one wrist she had a leather band and her pants were dark denim jeans. All in all she looked like someone you would not want to mess with.

"You done staring?" she asked while looking down on me with an odd expression on her face. It took me a second to place it as amusement. Very few people have ever been amused in my presence.

"Yes. What did you want me to do, bartender, that would make you come to what must be the land of the dead just to retrieve me? It must be important because I do not think treading into lands such as these would be an easy feat."

The woman who still had not given me a name sighed and sat by my head. Testing the surface I was laying down upon I decided to chance siting upright myself and found that though the surface did ripple it was not unsettling to sit upon a floor I could not see.

"It really is quite simple Lawliet," she grinned as I squirmed, I really did not like anyone saying my name, "I need someone to help out with my secondary job at my bar. My girlfriend helps mixing drinks but I need help with the other half of being a bartender."

"What other part is there?" Seriously, she came here to ask me to help her with a mysterious 'other job'; this was getting better by the second.

"I'll tell you all about it when we get to my bar."

"Who said I'm going to help you. I trust you less then I ever trusted Kira."

"Well you have two options." The woman leaned back on her palms and stared up into the darkness. "You can come with me whether you trust me or not and you can get a job or you can stay in this nothingness until the silence drives you insane."

This was not going to be fun.

"So which will it be Lawliet?"

I had a feeling I was going to regret this but I am already dead. What could one more change do?

"I will go with you."

A sinister smirk graced her lips as she leaned forward. "Excellent." She grabbed my wrist and pulled sharply so I landed on top of her. Before I could protest we started to fall down towards a small speck of light that I had not noticed before.

I was right; this was not going to be fun.

I smirked as my new employer started to laugh.

This was going to be amazing.

So yeah… Don't kill me.

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