Authors Note: Hello! This is actually my very first fanfiction. I don't write often either, but I'm going to try my best! This is an original character and cannon character romance, so if that's not your forte, that's totally okay! But I'd suggest you leave. This will probably stray from the original plot as well. Sorry ^ ^" But here we go.

Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note. Death Note is the property of Takeshi Obata, and Tsugumi Ohba and are not my intellectual property. There is no financial gain made from this nor will any be sought. This is for entertainment purposes only.

I hope you enjoy!

How interesting.

This sensation, it had followed him throughout the majority of his life. He could admit that at first it bothered him a great deal. It felt as though, something- someone was watching him. Eventually, he got used to the feeling, he even would go as far as to say that he drew comfort from the feeling. There were times it was smothering. Like a large, heavy blanket enveloping his shoulders. There were times where it took a break, and he would feel as though something was missing. It was like the smell of one's own dwellings. Like a song one's mother would hum. He wasn't able to pinpoint exactly what it was, or where it came from even. He was sure it hadn't been there all his life though. Or maybe it was, just distant. He trusted it. Grew to like it, even.

All Data Deletion. The screens proclaimed his dear friend's death, casting red highlights over the panic filled room.

"Everyone, the Shiniga-"His voice caught in his throat. His breath was stolen. Ba-dum. It felt like someone was sitting on his chest, and god it hurt. The feeling was sudden, without small teaspoon that he held slipped from his hold, clattering to the ground. The grief he felt for Watari was swallowed by the natural fear of dying that enveloped him. His heart clenched. Ba-dum. It felt as though his blood was made of needles. But L, even dying was intelligent enough to realize, he had lost. Like the tea spoon, he crumbled to the floor.

Light's face was suddenly all he could see. The bells, which had been so faint before, were now the only thing he could hear. They were loud, distracting, and he felt like they were in his skull. The red light from the computer screen reflected in Light's eyes, making them appear a startling crimson. His expression was twisted, cruel, and corrupted. A wicked grin stretched across Light's lips. He could nearly smell the childish triumph that Light was currently feeling. So this, is what Kira looked like. This was Light Yagami without the mask.

He should have been scared. But he was not. Instead, as his eyelids slid shut, he felt as though the arms around his form were not Lights. He felt as though he were falling back, back into the feeling that embraced him. He felt fingers run through his hair. He heard a light humming. He felt, warm.

L Lawliet opened his eyes. He was forced to blink a few times, allowing his grey iris to grow accustom to the bright lighting. It was warm, and it smelled as such. He was sitting on a wooden bench, and judging by the large stained windows around him, and the cross, he was in a church. There was a faint chime of bells in the distance.

"Umph!" Grunted a young feminine voice. L cranked his head behind him, watching a small girl pulled herself back up, rubbing her nose which had turned red. She leaned down to smooth out the sky blue dress that clung to her small form. As he let his eyes rest on the white dove print that rimmed the end, he found something about it, familiar. Something about the scene was familiar.

"That was my mother's favorite dress of mine." L jumped, whipping his gaze around to find a girl sitting on the bench in front of him. She continued, her voice warm like honey. "I remember she was so angry when she found out I had torn it."

"It was a nice color." L replied, and they lapsed into silence for several moments. He examined her relaxed posture, the way her hair tumbled down her shoulders and dipped below the back of the wooden bench. He suddenly found himself wishing she would turn and let him see her face. But she did no such thing. It was frustrating.

"Ah, you won again!" It was the same childish voice, this time, a bit older. L glanced over to his right, to find the same girl in the same blue dress sitting across a chessboard. Her pieces had all been knocked over, only the black remaining. No one sat across from her, but he felt as though he was the one that filled that blank.

"Oh? Alright. Bye-bye!" He whipped his head around to the left. The girl was waving at No One, holding No One's hand as she exited the church. The doors opened, and it was dark outside. Which contradicted the light the streamed through the stained glass windows. He felt a sense of dread pit in his stomach as he watched the girl step out into the nothingness. The heavy doors groaned as they closed. He watched as the girl vanished behind the large heavy doors.

"It's funny, how one day can change everything." The girl spoke again, this time softer, as though she wasn't speaking to him. L rubbed his toes against each other and listened. "It's a drop in the ocean, that day. But I'm afraid it was the last." L didn't understand. She let out a laugh as though she could sense his confusion. "You don't even remember it."

L tried, but he came up with nothing. They once again fell into silence. While he could not remember exactly where they are, he knew he had been in this church before.

"L, I'm afraid I am not satisfied with the way it ended." She spoke again, interrupting the silence. L ran his thumb over his lip and watched as she nodded to herself. "No, not satisfied one bit."

"Won't you turn around?" L inquired. He wanted to place her face. She, like everything in this building, was peculiarly familiar. A frown pulled at his lips as she shook her head. "And why not?"

"Because, L Lawliet. I've decided to deny the inevitable."

Author's note:

...I use a lot of italics. And this is disappointingly short, but whatever its just an intro.

Thoughts? Is this concept something I should work with? Interesting? Lemme know! All feedback is welcome. If not, have a great day. C: