l i n e s I

Disclaimer: absolutely not mine. Death Note is not mine. The story isn't mine, either. I'm just translating it from Hungarian. The story and the OC-s belong to the writer, Raistlin. Got it memorised? RAISTLIN. She wrote it. Not me.

Pairing: Mikami/L. You read that right.

Timeline: lines I takes place long before the Death Note storyline. This is not AU. Just a bit. At least the writer tried to write it to be as canon as it can be.

Warnings: Yaoi, foul language, lemon, SPOILERS.

Rating: M

There are only a few OC-s, and they won't change the story of the anime/manga.

The story will use most of the Death Note characters. Mikami and L are the main characters, but Raito, Misa, and the Wammy kids will be in the story too.

Last: this story is a trilogy. It is already finished in Hungarian, I'm just translating it. It has a few one-shot side stories too. I'll translate them as well.

For the most of the story, L is called Eru.

Chapter one ~ X

„What do you think, what does "life" mean?"

"Life means, that we're in this planet for a reason. We're here to make it a little better."

"This is the purpose of living, at least, according to you. But the life itself… what is it?"

"Well, the existence. That we're here, in this world, both physically and spiritually."

"Life… is equal with the existence?"

"So they say."

"Others do not count. What is your opinion?"

"My opinion doesn't count either. Everyone says, that they know, what life is. They just live, and run after pleasures. Pathetic. That's not life."

"First, you just voiced your opinion. Second, you just contradicted yourself. If the life is the existence itself, than "that's not life" does not exist, unless someone dies."

"I'm confused. Anyway, there are plenty of philosophical writings about life's purpose, but I think, that humans can't possibly know the secrets."

"Do you write your name with the sign of God?"

"Excuse me?"

"Mikami Teru. Kami, as God.

"Ah… no. I use the kanji "ue". Why?"

"But so you believe in God?"

"I'd like to. I'm trying."

"Me too. But it's too illogical."

"I think it's really logical. It's just… if God exists, then why does unjust things happen?"

"Oh… you mean disasters?"

"No. The man is the wrong one if the machine is bad. That nature is his caprice if there is an avalanche. I'm… talking about evildoers. We're created with very severe mistakes. It should be fixed."

"You think so? I think we have the power to fix it. The police, the…"

"They're worthless."

"So this is your point of view." Eru tipped his head.

Painful silence followed, so the other one cleared his throat, and hawked.

"And… how do you write your name?"

"Eru as L, and Lawliet, with w."

Everything began with this dialogue. It would have been a totally appropriate conversation according to Teru, and if he has somewhat more time to think about the answers, he could have blown up into a real debate then, real, capitalised DEBATE like that, if this discourse happens in a situation, which people call "normal circumstances."

With Teru, everything was perfect. He stood in the door of his prospective student hostel room proudly, in the school's, his new school's, the superb, English, elite school's uniform: deep grey linen trousers with an appropriate waistcoat, a white shirt with a crimson tie. As he was a neat kid, he even put on his jacket, and the corridor's crumbling-yellow lamplight glittered on his shoes. He stood there, looking in the eye with Eru. Something was not correct with Eru, something was really wrong with him.

First, if you see someone for the first time, you should say hello at least, and you shouldn't start with a question like "What do you think, what does "life" mean?" Because of this, the other one will at least disturbed, if he does not become embarrassed because of his appearance already. Eru was grabbing the door handle in a piece of gray boxers, his body was wrapped in a bed sheet, and he even pulled the white veil up to his fuzzy head as a hood. He looked like a ghost, with his huge, black eyes with the huge dark circles under them.

Teru was sure that he just made him jump out of the bed, although it was really early, only seven p.m. He knew very well, that the retreat is at ten o'clock. The room, of course as much as he saw from it because of Eru, looked like the eternal realm of darkness, all windows closed, the light coming form the corridors only showed barrenness, a crimson carpet, and a ruined silhouette of a bed.

As Teru stumbled there, in front of Eru, who did not want to let him in the room, or he just forgot, that he should do so, anyways, as he stumbled there, it occurred to him that this should not be happening like this.

He didn't come to England for this, he didn't imagine it so. The children were violent in the Japanese school, but well that's it - he fought against them as he could, he protected everybody as a guardian angel. But he knew that this was not enough. How he may not be always everywhere there. So he decided that he will be a prosecutor, the best one, the one who's not corrupt, the just one. He decided that he will make his final exams in England, in the hardest school, and then he'll obtain his diploma on the legal faculty of Oxford or Yale. He already spoke the language perfectly as he put down the advanced language exam about a month before the travel. He got in with a scholarship, could not have come some other way because something was not much of their money at home. He can practise the language here, and, when he'll return to Japan to his mother, he'll be successful.

Entering on Sir Uther Pendragon High School Neo-baroque gate was an incredible feeling, to welcome the teachers, to look at his prospective classmates' serious face with a hopeful eye on the opening ceremonies of the year, where only no shouting perturbed the headmaster's speech. Everything like was disciplined, and so perfect, a real Mikami-paradise, with alike doors, alike corridors, alike faces.

He immediately registered for the workouts, for swimming twice a week, and enrolled to be a student council member. The timetable and the rules of the school were handed out, he thoroughly examined them, and he almost knew them by heart.

Soon after the introductory hours, he took a close look to the garden, and found a tree, which he'll study under (there was a very nice birch tree), and happily contemplated the sports fields.

The student hostel's building was really close to the school, and it wasn't less beautiful and majestic.

The rooms were for two people, and he was happy to find out, that his roommate will be an other Japanese boy, who's the best student in the school.

Well, I think we can understand his surprise, when after the door opened, a ghost-boy harassed him with intimate ideological questions.

iThis is that mad genius type./i thought Teru, with contempt, as he managed his tie. iBut mostly harmless./i

"Excuse me, but would you let me in?"

"Oh, of course." said Eru, he took the sheet off his head, and let Teru in. Teru had trouble finding the lights in the darkness, but when he managed it, he found, that the room is really nice and really simple. Carved beds, ornate cupboards, a small table with two velvet draught chairs, and an ornate mirror. In the crimson, gold tendril wallpaper, on which a long black line ran throughout. Somebody may have drawn it with a coal chalk.

"What's that line? Did you do that?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"You wouldn't understand."

~End of chapter one~

Well, this is the very first chapter. The first "book" has 25 chapters. So this means, I have…. 24 chappies left. Yep. And after it, the other books… I hope you'll enjoy it, as much as I have!

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