Hello! Welcome to my new fic! I was inspired by the Death Note short story at the end of the 13th "How To Read" volume of Death Note. What if that Death Note continuity overlapped with this one? How would the story change? Also, I ship L and Light really hard so of course there's that as well.

Disclaimer: Death Note belongs to Ohba and Obata. I can only do my best to imitate, but I'll never be as good as the original.

Erase The Feeling

"There are many types of monsters that scare me: Monsters who cause trouble without showing themselves, monsters who abduct children, monsters who devour dreams, monsters who suck blood... and then, monsters who tell nothing but lies. Lying monsters are a real nuisance: They are much more cunning than others. They pose as humans even though they have no understanding of the human heart; they eat even though they've never experienced hunger; they study even though they have no interest in academics; they seek friendship even though they do not know how to love. If I were to encounter such monsters, I would likely be eaten by them... because in truth, I am that monster."- L

Prologue:

Ten minutes.

It has been ten minutes since I brought about the death of my one real opposition.

It has been ten minutes since L died.

As I sit around a square, glass table with the rest of the Kira Investigation Team, minus my father, who went with L's dead body to the hospital, in the same room that L's dead body was just carried out of, I find it increasingly hard to keep a straight face. Sometimes I look down into my lap as though about to cry, and really I smile. It has never been so hard for me to resist bragging about my victory.

Sitting beside and across from me are these four people who have no idea they are in the same room with L's murderer. I consider myself the murderer, not Rem. It was my plan, after all, my genius manipulation. To have even come so far as to kill a God of Death!

They have no idea the power I have. They have no idea who I am.

I AM KIRA!

I want to scream it!

They really are so stupid, aren't they?

Matsuda, beside me, trying to hide his tears by covering his face. Aizawa, across from me, still trying to deny the truth. They still have some hope that Ryuzaki is alive, that maybe the nurses and doctors in the hospital could save him. But they're wrong. I know he's dead. I knew from the moment he started to fall from that chair.

I won.

Fifteen minutes now.

Twenty.

He looked peaceful in death. It's a shame. I had wanted him to scream. But it doesn't matter. All that matters now is that I find Rem's Death Note before the others.

Soon. Soon I will have the chance to go search for it. Then my victory will be completely secure, and my new world will finally be realized!

And now, at last, I know his name.

L Lawliet.

I must admit, I am frustrated to find that the one name I was sure was an alias was in fact his proper name. But I suppose he did that purposefully. To throw people off, or perhaps he just liked the name.

One day.

It has been one day since I murdered L. Since all the obstacles in my way were vanquished.

The Kira Investigation Team are still unsure of many things, but soon I will lead them as the new L, the perfect disguise for Kira. No one will ever suspect me. Not that there is anyone left to suspect me.

I won.

Suddenly there is a knock on my door. I cautiously place Rem's—now my—Death Note between the mattress and the bedspring, then go to open the door. It's Matsuda, and he seems tipsy. His words are slurred and he looks as though he's been crying. In fact, as soon as he sees my face he bursts into tears again, throwing his arms around my shoulders and sobbing into my shirt.

"What's wrong, Matsuda?"

I would have heard if anyone else died. I would know if something happened, and yet this fools extreme reaction has set off a worried alarm in my head.

He sniffs violently and looks up at my face, his eyes bubbling over with tears. Of all the idiots on the Kira Investigation Team, Matsuda annoys me the most, but he's also the easiest to trust and manipulate because he's so damn stupid.

Before he can answer he bursts into tears again. I let him sit down on the bed and hand him a tissue. He blows his nose then looks into the distance with droopy eyes.

"What happened?" I ask with a patience that I don't feel inside.

He shakes his head.

"N—nu—nothin happened Light. Oou Dun't haff to orry."

"Are you just a sad drunk, is that all?" I ask light-heartedly. I relax. Nothing happened. Everything is okay.

I still have to get used to not being constantly on edge. Though I don't want to let my guard down either.

He shakes his head again then turns to me and grips my shirt with one hand, looking down as more tears start to fall onto the sheets of the bed. Crying is such a disgusting thing.

"It was only right!" He practically yells. Somehow screaming seemed to make his speech less slurred, but more than doubled how annoying it was. He pounds my chest with the fist holding onto my shirt.

"It was only right that you caught Ryuzaki, Light! He must have been happy that you were the last thing he saw! It was only right!"

Matsuda—ever the innocent, thoughtful fool. I feel like laughing at the irony of what he is saying. L? Happy that I was the last thing he saw? Priceless!

I made sure L knew exactly who I was in the moment of his death. I made sure he knew without a doubt that I was Kira. I made sure he knew that it was Kira, I, who brought about his death. I know he realized all those things in his last seconds. I could see recognition reflected in his eyes. What I felt in that moment was the greatest triumph in the history of mankind, and the only other person to share in it with me is dead.

Of course it was right that I catch L. I made it so.

Matsuda is still sobbing into my chest. He just keeps repeating it over and over. Alcohol does nothing to Matsuda but make him even more emotional that usual.

"It was only right!" He says, "Only right! You were the one who had to catch him, Light. I can't believe he's dead, but it was only RIGHT!"

Yes, fine, I understand. Just stop crying and sober up already. The irony of it isn't funny if you keep on about it. I know all this. You don't have to tell me—

"He was in love with you! It was only right!"

What?

Welcome to Erase The Feeling! It's been a while since I wrote a Death Note fanfic, so bear with me until I get back into the tone of the writing.

I hope anyone who reads this prologue will continue reading as more chapters are added! Please review and tell me what you think so far!

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