Pairing: L/Raito

Warnings: slight AU, yaoi, possible OOC, possible spoilers, violence, character death.

Disclaimers: I do not own Death Note, nor do I own the idea for this story. -thanks Nilahxapiel profusely-

Rating: T

A/N: Thank you all so much for all those alerts and favourites and hits a-and ugh! -cries- I was so worried that you would all ignore it and I wanted to cry in agony, but when I checked my inbox, so many messages! Thank you all so much!!!! Sorry that my sentences are long and pretty boring. I do that. All the time. -sigh-

I tend to be random in my notes. Well, they're notes. They're suppose to be random. But once, long ago, when I was younger, some one got angry, saying that I said stupid things. I admit it; I say stupid things. I love throwing people's grooves off! -bangs head on desk- I just reminded myself of the Mitch Hedberg joke, about pictures. Yeah, I don't remember most of it. Just the punch line. Err, or rather, the joke, inside the joke. Or...something.

Ack! In the prologue I used a line about boys talking about H. H, in manga, normally stands for hentai, or pervert in English. Sorry that I forgot to mention that. So mainly, they were talking about doing naughty things to girls.

Summary:When Raito dies, he immediately wakes up in his bed, the day after he found the Death Note. It wasn't all a dream, but more like a peek into what would happen if he decided to do the same thing. Raito, not wanting to die, and able to see that his plan ends abruptly six years in the future, destroys the Death Note. He does, however, promise to meet L somehow before he looses his memories of everything, and vows to meet L again, under different circumstances. ::shamelessly copied and pasted::

-Buried Future-


L sighed angrily as he passed his old, broken laptop to his ever faithful manservant, Watari. The man was old, but not old enough, L always thought as he watched Watari teeter away to recycling. He often thought about sending the man into retirement. Surely there was something better to do than to wait on a childish man day in and day out?

L could never see himself slaving away for another person, then again, he was simply lucky he didn't have to. Seeing as how he was a great and elusive detective that took cases that interested him. Erald Coil, L, Ryuuzaki; all aliases he uses when he doesn't want to be found. Hence the term, alias.

But what brought the man's reasoning abilities down by forty eight percent was his encounter with the Yagami teen. He had been so enthused. Could he possibly know my true identity, the man thought as his new laptop was brought in and set up, his thumb enduring the constant nip and suck that seemed so second nature.

This new case, a mini massacre, seemed interesting enough. Each victim has died from cardiac arrest, commonly known as a heart attack. This can only occur in obese, alcoholics, or deathly sick people, but all of the victims had blank slates, so to speak. None had any medical history that would require constant supervision or weight problems.

The pattern itself was odd, and suggested that there are more murders than have been accounted for. A famous Hokkaido model had died of a heart attack. She was only twenty. A movie star in Osaka was another victim outside of the region. He would have turned eighteen today.

The murderer seemed focused on celebrities, which didn't make much sense. L growled as he shifted and leaned over, pressing the scroll button to go down the list of victims once again. Masori Kimi, an actress whose debut movie B.O.D.Y. hit the number one charts in three days. She had a clean record, and once dated renowned actor Hideki Ryuuga. She was found in her suite at WHITE Hotel, fourteen days after her breakup with Hideki, deceased. Nothing suggested that it was suicide, seeing as how the break up was mutual.

Fashion designer Yamaguchi, whose line xCandyxPopx was an instant success among the Gothic and Lolita faithful. Most of his designs were given to freelancers in Shinjuku. He often scouted for his own models, which was one of the reason why he was such a success. He picked men and women who could understand what real people go through. Four weeks after his scouting and new line, he was found at his studio, dead over his designers booklet and scraps.

JPop's grand idol sEeK was another to make the charts, and held his title for two weeks. There was a rumor that he dated a small time model, but he denied any accusation. Twelve days after his new PV, LoVu made the stations, he was seen falling down the tunnel stairs, his mouth foamed over and his eyes bulged. The paparazzi blocked the medics from reaching him.

There were thirty more cases like these, but none of them held any connection, other than being famous among women ages fourteen to twenty-four. Some were so random of nature, that L often questioned their relevance, yet he refuse to rule them out until he was absolutely positive.

"Ryuuzaki, Yagami-san is here. Shall I send him up?"

L swiveled to face the man before nodding and reaching for his forgotten piece of shortbread cake with a dollop of vanilla creme. Sugar held the slight possibility of raising his deductive skills by at least twelve percent. Slowly, his eyes went back to the screen holding the data he needed. What...What is it that I'm missing?


Raito sighed as he fell flat against his bed, his arms stretched out as he yawned. He hadn't taken a single note in English class, and completely zoned out during break. That dream still bothered him. Matsuda killed him...he used people so easily then offed them like it was nothing. How...How had he become such a terrible person?

Sure, eliminating prisoners and those who deserve divine punishment didn't seem wrong. In fact, if it were brought up in a group discussion, many would have agreed with his logic, or rather, Kira's logic. Bad people can only receive bad karma while good people live in a world without fear.

"Hyuk hyuk, say Raito, you gonna even use it?"

Glancing over to where Ryuuku hovered, the teen shook his head before sitting up, to rest on his palms. There was no way he was going to use the notebook if he would die in six years, especially in such a brutal way. But, his last word seemed rather appropriate. L had been a friend, a rival, his equal.

No one would ever hold that title. Not Mikami Teru, not Misa Amane, not Nate Rivers. Only L was worthy, in Dream Raito's eyes. But, this was his chance to make up for all those people who would have died, and for all those people he used. He would destroy the Death Note, to make sure another Kira never appeared.

But, how does one go about destroying a Death Note? Surely fire would do, but it would be abrupt, and he wouldn't remember why he was burning a book. Tossing it in the sea seemed like a good idea, but it could easily be found by explorers. Burying it had been a great plan. It was efficient. But there was the possibility of construction in the area he buried it.

"Damnit."

Rolling over, the teen buried his face into his pillow, his eyes tightly shut as he attempted to ignore Ryuuku's hyukking. A light touch ghosted over his back, making the teen shiver and turn around. A startled yelp left his mouth as he flung back, his face red with embarrassment as the shinigami chortled.

"Whatcha thinking about so intensely? Ya thinkin' of using the Death Note, am I ri-"

Ryuuku was cut off by an apple thrown at his head, where the shinigami immediately opened his large mouth, ready to devour the fruit whole. Raito grimaced at the sickening sound of the other being chomping on the apple with such force. He almost pitied the poor fruit before it was devoured completely, and Ryuuku smacked his lips in appreciation.

"What kind of apple was that?"

Raito rolled over once more, just to glare at the shinigami.

"Granny Smith. It's from America. They're suppose to be sour, before you complain."

He had seen the look on Ryuuku's face, as well as the long bony finger going up in the air that suggested he would make some snarky comment then go back to annoying the teen about using the notebook. There had to be a sure fire way. Some way that it wouldn't be found, and even if it was, it wouldn't be used.

"Raito, the phone."

Sachiko's soft voice flitted up stairs, hitting the teen with a calm wave as he quickly left his dark room, his socked feet tupping quietly as he descended to the wall phone in the kitchen, adjacent to the living room where Sayu watched one of her teen dramas. Sachiko smiled a kind, motherly smile as she handed the receiver over.

"He says his name is Ryuuzaki. Do you know him?"

Raito halted, his fingers twitching around the vanilla coloured phone, his eyes wide. Ryuuzaki? L, was calling his home phone!? Quickly, the teen rushed back around to sit on the second step, tugging at the cord so that it wouldn't snag against the corner. Slowly, the teen pressed the receiver to his ear. L had called. L would talk to him.

"Hello? This is Raito speaking."

There was a sigh on the other line, but the man immediately cleared his throat after. Was he trying to hide it? Raito felt a smile tug at his lips.

"Yes, this is Ryuuzaki. You bumped into me, right? Well, I actually need you help with a case, and need you to come to XxX Hotel by tonight. Can you make it?"

Raito blinked. L needed his help. But what with? He was the only one with a Death No-

Misa.

"Umm, yeah. That's the hotel by Sawanaguchi's produce market? I can leave now, if it's that important. But, you never answered my question from earlier today."

There was a long pause on the other line. No doubt the man would bring up some thing like, 'Oh are you sure I am who I say I am? I could be a complete stranger who wants to murder you', or some thing like that. But it was just a pause, his breathing soft nd even.

"He is assisting me in this case, but it seems to be too much for us now. I thought that because you have helped the NPA out before that you may be interested, and I have reason to believe that from your previous experience that your reasoning skills are quite exceptional."

Well, that sounded plausible. Raito found himself nodding as he stood, feeling around his pockets for a pencil and paper. He only had a vague idea of where the hotel was and would need more detailed directions.

"Well, I've already sent some one to pick you up, so please be ready."

The click of the other line came before the dial tone; Raito blinked rather confusedly. He hadn't even asked for a ride, so why offer, especially if it wasn't really necessary? Raito sighed as he rounded the corner and returned the receiver to its' upright position on the wall. Sachiko looked worried, her hands patting at her apron to wipe them dry.

"Is every thing alright, Raito?"

Raito smiled as he waved his hand absently, his thoughts racing. L knew where he lived? Well, he does work with Father, Raito thought as he went to grab his jacket. His smile faded as he left the house and leaned against the wall that surrounded the house.

'Misa still has a Death Note, so it is best of I join in the investigation. If she let slip the notebook's nature, I could get caught too. There has to be a way to catch her, without catching the Death Note...'

-TBC-

Nooo! My computer crashed, a-and the rest of the story was lost. I-I'm so sorry. I-I should be able to do better a-and I fucked up and now every thing's all funky. -sob-

I-I hope every one enjoyed my sort of OCs, play on Hyde, and Hideki. Sexy, sexy man. I think, once this series is over, I'm gonna write a Hideki/Matsuda. -grin grin-

Err, XxX Hotel isn't a naughty place. I just couldn't think of a better name. S-sorry. Well, thanks for sticking with me, even though I fucked up. -runs away sobbing-