M'kay! So, this is the beginning of an idea I had. AU, of course, and, sadly, unbetaed- but ah, well! Almost none of this is mine- Death Note, L, and the three successors (C) Ohba and Obata, while Soul's Path... Honestly, I'm sure you can find someone with the same name of game around somewhere. +sigh+ Nothing's original anymore...
The harsh wailing of voices prevailed, breaking through the door which his clammy hands kept trying to pry open, doing what his feeble muscles could not- allowing him to listen keenly to their conversation with no trouble at all.
But he's just a boy… He can't do it…
Years later- was it years? or months? or days? maybe seconds?- he could come to regret crying out that, no, he wasn't a boy, he could do it, whatever they wanted, they had to let him! His voice, usually thin, reedy, giving out within a few minutes of his slightly hoarse, croaked French, grew strong, bold, the one time it was there for him and it was such a disastrous mistake. The voices hushed, a quiet lull to the garbled shouting, before it resumed in whispers. He fell asleep upon the damp, cobbled floor, shivering, not waking as the strange men, hours later, lifted him up onto a cart, rolling him down the many hallways that smelled nauseatingly like Lysol. From there, they set him onto his feet, waking him up while adjusting a helmet onto him, along with armguards, knee guards, and the traditional body suit, black, with neon-green streaks that glowed.
He was only ten, yet they pushed him into the virtual world, the first and only beta tester of Soul's Path, a game that had such promise in that it was the first to literally push the mentality of the gamer into the world. However, what the scientists weren't aware of was that, while one could go in with no problem, getting out was an entirely different matter, it seemed. And the body went with the mind, every last bit.
He was just a boy…One born lately…
Soul's Path was deemed a failure, being that they couldn't pull him out, which was what the suit was intended to do- be a link from the computer to the real world, enabling him to go in and out by their will. Then, on a fateful day, the manager of Death Note, Inc., a man known by L, died mysteriously, and the two remaining successors- for he had let his third successor go into the game- fought, and finally the eldest said that, if he could retrieve the third successor, he would be the new L.
But they're just children… He was a boy…