Author's Note: I got to thinking- What if L-kun got the death note at some point? This is the result- the prologue of a story I plan to be updating as fast as the ideas come. I'm going to have fun with this- especially since I cosplay as L. It'll be weird thinking of him as Kira. This is my first chaptered Death Note fiction, so please don't flame. It will hint at Raito x L slash.
I don't own Death Note, or ever will.
Caution Thrown To The Wind.
I. Prologue.
I didn't mean for this to happen. I didn't mean to taste the bitter, tangy rush of adrenaline as it coursed through the metallic liquid in my veins. I didn't want to watch the guilt fall from the Yagami boy's eyes, innocence sliding smoothly into place; just to find the damned note that brought Ryuk to my side. I didn't mean to let my curiosity overtake me, the power of being able to kill with the stroke of a pen- so much mightier than the sword.
And the NPA, so naïve… So slow; so pathetically, pathetically simple. I'm playing with school children. Raito is putty in my hands; hell, if I asked, the entire NPA would off themselves without my black ink even touching the beige paper. I am L… I am power, I am justice… I am Kira.
Yes, I have half of the world bowing down to me; and yet, I think I should start at the beginning. Before I knew the taste of true success… before I knew that Yagami Raito was in fact not Kira. When I was the innocent one; so naïve to the fact that just one name with a stroke of a pen could bring such sweet, sweet satisfaction. And before when I thought I was right to stop Kira.
But I was oh, so wrong. And I was oh, so naïve. To think that the best way to deal with a criminal is to let them rot behind bars is just unthinkably dense. But I have seen the truth- the lie which, when revealed, is so unspeakably see-through. And so, I'll start at the beginning, to show how unthinkably stupid I was before I saw the, pardon the pun, Light.
Join me on my journey, and learn to bow before me as the new regime of Kira is unraveled before your eyes.