Author's Note: Before people get confused, I want to explain that this is technically a roleplay I did with myself to test out the idea of being L. That being said, each chapter will be in a different character's perspective. This one happens to be Light's point of view. The next chapter will be L's, and so on. Yes, I am so lame as to test out being a character with myself, but I happened to be bored at school one day, as well as afraid of embarrassing myself should I be a horrible L. A friend who happens to have read this told me I should post it because they liked it.
I hope you enjoy reading! (:
1.
Dead. He was dead, and so it was proven that L was justice. Or, more technically, Near. Light Yagami was just a ghost who wished he'd been God. And now, now that it was over, he was in a place far worse than hell. For the intelligent mind, nothingness is something greatly feared. Without anything to exercise intelligence, there was a vast possibility of insanity. However, it seemed he wasn't alone in this nothing. He was surrounded... by the faces of his victims. Surrounded and haunted, and he laughed to himself saying he didn't regret it. At least here, among the people he'd sentenced to death, he was God. No more joined their ranks, and none left. Those killed by the Death Note have no heaven or hell to look forward to. Just blankness, and the mental torture of being surrounded by those the original caused to die. Even if he himself weren't the one who wrote many of those names...
There was no day, and there was no night. Nothingness was black and white for him - trapped in a world filled with mournful cries and crazed screams. In his eyes, everyone was the same - a naked mass of faces he didn't care to recognize. For some reason, he found himself searching for one face in particular, though. There was one face in the crowd he justpraying he'd find. He didn't know why, either. What was it about L that made him want to find him? An inward scowl and a mental slapping. The one person who'd denied him the right to be God, above all people, was the one man he hoped he'd see. Stupid.
A heartless breeze tossed his hair. Even here there was some semblance of life. Even in the nothingness, there was a hateful wind. And sometimes it rained. Sometimes it rained hard. It rained hardest when he finally found that face, and he hated it. He felt like he'd been dipped in liquid nitrogen. L's face didn't heat him up a bit. No... it froze him more. It should've made him angry, but he wasn't angry at all. In fact, he feared something. Was it the judging eyes directed his way?
He approached slowly, frozen water droplets clinging to his skin, and bangs hanging limply in his face. His hair was no longer perfect. He didn't bother grooming when there was no way to groom.
"Ryuzaki." Was this a greeting, an apology, or was he making some cruel joke? To be honest... he knew what L's real name was now. He'd taken the time after Rem killed him to read what she'd written. L Lawliet.