Disclaimer: I make no money nor lay claim to Death Note. This purely for enjoyment purposes and in no way is meant to supersede ownership of the properly copyrighted folk. If there is any question otherwise feel free to PM me for clarification.
Warning: It's been a while since I've read/watched this so my knowledge is sketchy at worst and spoiler-worthy at best. For this reason, I claim a writer's creative freedom in regards to anything I say did/did not happen. I may or may not follow the timeline set up in the original work but overall the story should be something you, the reader can follow.
IMPORTANT Warning: Although with the recent court ruling regarding gay marriage I think this may become an unnecessary warning, nevertheless let it be known this story contains several mentions, instances, and representations of boy/boy, male/male, gay, yaoi, shounen-ai, slash interactions and romantic relationships. If this offends you LEAVE NOW. You have been warned. For those of you that are offended and want to read anyway, do so at your own peril. Long story short: Don't like? Don't Read!
Paring: LxLight, L/Light. i.e. Light = Uke, L = Seme
Note: I'm taking this story in an almost entirely different direction so don't feel like you have to remember stuff from previous chapters I've taken down or from the original "No Idea"
Additional Note: This Story contains mature content. No underage readers please.
Story blurb: Inspired by "No Idea" by Sashocirrione (used with their permission). Warning: Yaoi/Slash LxLight. Full Summary Inside. Irritated by L, Light attempts to get back at him by using more supernatural means than one man should have. He thinks he can handle it, but can he?
Full Summary: Saving the world doesn't happen overnight. It takes meticulous planning, tireless commitment, keen ingenuity and an indomitable will to overcome anything. And so far, with the help of his wits and the Death Note, Light Yagami has been able to just that. But, as capable as Light is, he keeps running into one very irritating problem stalking him at every turn, L. Rapidly running out of patience Light jumps at the chance to one-up his rival through a new supernatural power he thinks he understands. Will he be successful? What happens if he isn't? Read and find out!
Inchoation [in-koh-ey-shuh n]
noun
1. a beginning; origin.
2. an act of beginning
Prologue: Inchoation
The ground was dry, cracked and covered in a thick film of rust-colored dust. Gusts of wind carrying more of the amber soot clashed chaotically all around, somehow leaving the ground undisturbed. Predictably, visibility was near nil with only a dim light to illuminate what wasn't concealed in the haze. Occasionally the collisions were interrupted by eruptions of sulfuric smoke which emanated from craters littered about the desolate wasteland. Craters which were brimming with undulating ebony tar-like sludge. It all permeated the air with a pungent, acrid stench. And yet, in the distance stood a lone figure facing one of these pools of sludge. It watched in rapt attention as a rapidly spinning cyclone of rusty soot descended onto the pool, obscuring it from direct view. Giddy shivers traveled through long, lean limbs raking the rotund body connected to them. Wiry, emaciated fingers clenched, a gleeful grin snaked its way onto an oblong face and shrewd eyes focused more intensely on the unfolding scene.
A flame of indigo ignited on the surface of the pool bringing it to a boil. The bubbling forced coppery particles to fuse together, forming russet strands. The trapped sulfuric smoke turned into a beige powder; compressed and threaded with pieces of solidifying sludge. The sweltering heat and pressure of the process bleached the powder, in the forming matter and surrounding it, into a pristine white. In a burst of noxious ochre fumes, four words were formed clearly in the miasma for the bewitched figure to read. The words were in a language no human would comprehend but, the figure easily committed them to memory. A few hours later the matter was not even halfway formed before whatever light existed in this hellish place winked out of existence. The temperature outside of the cyclone—which had been scorching—began to drop rapidly until it was positively glacial. All that was left was the growing azure flame and the last vestiges of the ochre words. The figure didn't even seem to notice the changing conditions. All of its focus on the interweaving fibers of what looked to be a notebook page. An indeterminate period of time later, the flame died out. The cyclone slowed its spinning and the ochre smoke rapidly dropped onto the now fully formed notebook page giving it a bronze glow.
The cyclone abated and the notebook page—along with a few errant russet strands—were left on the now solidified ebony pool. The figure shuffled forward in wonderment; kneeling, it reverently picked up the glowing bronze page and russet strands. Procuring a notebook from some unseen, unknowable location on its body the figure carefully began the process of attaching the page to the notebook. Uncaring of the liquefying ebony sludge under its knees the figure patiently attached the bronze page to its notebook. Just as the figure was finishing, light began to dimly illuminate the bleak plane. The temperature once again rising to meet it. Once the last russet thread was in place, the page stopped glowing and the figure stood. In a great flurry of motion the figure grew ribbed gossamer wings upon its back. Flapping the new appendages vigorously the figure was able to dispel steaming sludge attached to its legs and displace the excess particulates left from the process to be swallowed by the rust-colored dust which stayed unmoving beneath its feet. With a powerful beat of its bat-like wings, the figure sped across the world to where the realms all met.
The figure landed on the rim of the rift, poised to jump through the portal when a familiar voice called out. "Yo, Armi! What're you up to man?" The figure jolted backward but kept its eyes focused longingly on the portal. Absently, as if waking from a dream, the figure responded "Just got a new page…" Aghast the voice retorted, "A page?! You mean you're going down into one of the other realms on a job? Seriously Arminius, you need to chill. Even Shinigami don't work as hard as you do and the people they kill add to their life span!" Smirking impishly Arminius just replied "What can I say, I love the job." Snorting at the pun, the voice incredulously questioned "Really? Even when after all of the hard work of fulfilling a page is wiped out by death and other pointless things?" "I haven't let that happen to any of my assignments yet" Arminius smugly quipped. The voice scoffed. With a decidedly enthusiastic if not elated tone Arminius continued quickly "I love the challenge of it all. My current couple look like they're going to be the best assignment I've had in a long while. I'll tell you all about it when I get back. See ya!" And with that Arminius leapt through the rift and fell down into Earth.
A/N: Okay so that's the prologue, look forward to chapter one. I'm writing it right now and hope to have it up by next week. Don't worry about the pun, you guys will get it later.
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~Mimi