Note: Ah yes. Once again I wrote another chapter to a completed fanfic because it was suggested in the comments. Well, I got really excited about this one and had a lot of fun writing it. I will say this warning: If you want a happy, complete ending, just imagine that this chapter and any that follow it don't exist. This chapter ends okay but I'm planning on doing more and they will end progressively worse and worse (as in closer to canon with, y'know, Light being evil and all...). Well, tell me what you guys think and if anyone wants this to continue. I almost always take suggestions and ideas!

Light's PoV~

"Hello Light."

I shot my eyes open and started looking around frantically in the inky blackness. No. No, this can't be happening. I have to get away.

I started running, my feet pounding on the gelatinous black surface. I didn't care where I was going, I just wanted away.

"You can't run from me Light."

I looked in front of me to see a figure dully glowing but the light was enough to make me avert my eyes, turn around, and dash the other way.

The figure's haunting laugh echoed through the endless void. "You know you can't run from fate."

I tripped and fell onto my hands and knees. I was panting, gasping for a breath that seemed to be held just out of my reach.

The figure knelt down on one knee, using the other as a support for his arm which in turn supported his head.

"Come on, Light. You can take my hand. I'll help you."

I shivered as I felt the pull under my arms as the figure dragged me to standing. I threw him off of me, not daring to look at him as I did, "Don't touch me!" I cried.

The figure tsked like a parent debating how to punish their child.

Then, faster than the tearing scar of lightning, the figure grabbed my chin with his hand. He forced my downturned head up to look at him. I scrunched my eyes shut.

"Now, now, is that any way to treat yourself?"

He jabbed me in the stomach and my eyes shot open in a startled gasp. I clutched at the hand under my chin— the hand around my throat.

I stared into the reddened eyes of the figure that were slightly obscured by the carmel bangs. His face was like a warped mirror— twisted and cruel— but I recognized him.

"Please," I choked out.

"Oh," my other self said tilting his head in a mock-pout, "Is little Light-kun afraid?"

Suddenly, the inky surroundings vanished only to be replaced by the task force headquarters. I averted my eyes from the red ones glaring delightedly at me. An alarm blared but it sounded like it was echoed underwater. Suddenly, the world went into slow motion as L, my sweet, sweet L, cried out an order and then stopped, mid-word. He froze then he started to tilt left. I heard the clanging of his spoon as it hit the ground.

"Ryuzaki!" I shouted, fighting with all of my might to get free from my own grasp. The figure holding me split into two phantoms. One clutched me while the other dove towards Ryuzaki, catching him as he hit the floor.

I watched as the figure smiled sadistically above my L. I watched as Ryuzaki's eyes drifted closed.

Tears streamed down my face, "L! RYUZAKI!" I reached out desperately, fighting as hard as I could to reach him. I shouted my pure horrifying agony to the world. "Please," I sobbed.

I bowed my head in defeat. My arms went limp. I let my warped-mirror image hold me up.

Suddenly, I was dropped into a heap. I sobbed into the ground, my throat raw and aching. My cries were horrifying garbled noises. "Ryuzaki…" I breathed.

The figure knelt down once more in front of me, but I had stopped caring.

The figure— Kira— scoffed at me. "How pathetic." I looked up, my vision blurred by tears. I saw Kira sneering at me as he shook his head disappointedly. "One day— one day soon— I'll fix that. Then you won't have to worry any more."

"Please," I sobbed, "Please, just take me. Just end me!"

Kira laughed. It was cold and sick and twisted— a breathy laugh filled with the insane giggling of a delighted child.

"Light-kun?"

The voice that called out my name was not Kira's. This one was comforting and familiar. I blinked rapidly, trying desperately to clear my vision of those red eyes as I sat upright in the bed. The dark, cackling laughter still rang through my ears even though it was gone from my present world.

I noticed a dull glowing light drifting through the gently fluttering curtains of the window. I knew Ryuzaki was beside me, but I didn't want to look at him. My throat still felt thick from crying.

"Light-kun?" he asked again. I turned to look at Ryuzaki, his face a mask of concern, and, instantly, my eyes filled with tears again. I wrapped my arms around him fiercely, burying my head into his shoulder, his messy hair tickling my forehead.

I hadn't realized how much it had hurt me to see him die.

One day soon…

I froze as I heard Kira's voice echo menacingly through my head. I clutched Ryuzaki to me, not daring to let him go for fear of having him stolen away again.

"Light-kun?" Ryuzaki asked again. "Was… was it...?" He trailed off, clearly at a loss for words.

I nodded, unable to speak, but realized that Ryuzaki couldn't tell I was nodding. "Yes," I finally managed to choke out. My voice was broken and sounded more like a harsh cough than anything intelligible.

Ryuzaki, thankfully, stayed silent. He held me in his arms carefully, letting me cry into his shoulder.

As time passed, I tried to make myself focus on other things. I stared out the window at the dull grey of the morning. I watched the birds that fluttered past the window. I played with the crinkles in the back of Ryuzaki's white shirt and the soft tangly strands of his hair. I focused on my breathing. I focused on the light of the room and the warmth of Ryuzaki holding me.

Eventually, I was able to take a deep, shaking breath of air. I pulled back and sat up so I could see Ryuzaki's face, making sure that my hands still rested on his forearms because I couldn't dare let him go. I couldn't bare the idea that Ryuzaki could die at any time.

"Ryu—" I started to say before I heard the echoing cackle of Kira.

Oh, How sweet!

"JUST SHUT UP!" I screamed, burying my head in my hands. I folded in on myself, fresh tears streaming down my cheeks.

I felt pressure around my shoulders as I was lifted upwards.

NO! I thought panickedly, Not again. I won't let Kira get ahold of me.

I fought out of Kira's grip and pulled myself away so violently that I fell of the side of the bed. I hit the ground hard on my back, knocking the breath out of me.

I stared up at the ceiling, trying desperately to make my eyes focus and to take a breath. I noticed that the chain had dragged Ryuzaki to the edge of the bed. He poked his head over the top to look at me. His mouth was etched in a deep frown and his eyes appeared to be full of concern.

I knew that Kira had tricked me into hurting Ryuzaki. I wanted him to stay away from me. I didn't want Kira to hurt him again.

I watched as Ryuzaki climbed down from the bed and crouched down next to me. "Light-kun… what can I do?"

A strange silence fell between us. I was so scared. I felt fear running through my veins in a swirling mix of frost and fire.

"Please tell me," Ryuzaki whispered, his head downcast and his eyes closed.

"You could lock me away," I said bitterly, turning my head away from him. I finally had everything I had wanted, and now Kira was ripping those things from my hands.

"I'm not going to do that, Light-kun. Not again. It would break your sanity."

"You don't think my sanity is already broken?" I shouted. "Kira is inside of me!"

"Light-kun," Ryuzaki started to say reasonably before I interrupted him.

"No! I don't want to hear your solutions!" I paused. I knew I was hysterical but I couldn't stop my outbursts. Suddenly, a dark idea popped into existence in my brain. I didn't know if it was Kira's or my own. I was frozen, my gaze was on the ground, darkened and frantic. "Why can't I just end this?" I muttered quietly. "I could save so many lives. I could save your life."

The more I thought about it, the more the idea appealed to me. I was sure I could jump off of the roof, there was no railing for safety. I could use the cool slick steel of a knife to pierce the skin on my wrist. I could starve myself as punishment for whatever Kira— for whatever I had done. For what I could do.

My eyes gleamed. The idea, though shrouded in darkness, had a bright spotlight shining on it. It was harsh and hurt to look at, yet I couldn't look away. I wanted to study all of the pictures; analyze them.

I stood up, breezing past Ryuzaki, barely noticing him.

I was thinking the roof. Then, I could look out at the horizon and laugh in Kira's face. I could feel the wind rush past me as the ground expanded and grew before me, unfolding as the catch of death.

A smile played on the edge of my lips as I climbed the stairs. I was vaguely aware of the chain rattling as Ryuzaki followed behind me.

With my death, I could save him. I could stop Kira. I would win.

I slammed the door to the roof open with a bang and stomped triumphantly onto the concrete roof. I stared out at the mist covered city, amazed by the way everything I could see faded into a dull grey fog. It looked endless, like we were both confined into our own quiet bubble of life and like we were apart of a neverending world.

I smiled, a small giggle escaping my lips as I started to move towards the edge. Before I could get too far, I felt a sharp pull on my left wrist. I wasn't bothered by it, though, and pushed forward.

The pulling strength increased. I scowled but just fought it.

Suddenly, I was yanked backwards. I fell down onto my ass with a groan. I looked back at L. He had yanked the chain so that it was shorter. I glared at him; I wanted to die.

"Why are you trying to stop me?" I said bitterly.

"Because I refuse to watch you die. Because even when I feel down, I've always had a reason to keep going. Because You finally get me to care about you and then you go and try to kill yourself!"

Ryuzaki held himself high above me, his back more straight than usual. He looked down on me, his face a mask of serious determination. "Not to mention the fact that you would be taking me with you!" He shook the chain that he still held and then threw it to the ground, turning around as though he couldn't bare to look at me anymore.

I didn't know what to say. I remained silent, stunned, listening to his words.

"Light, I refuse to have suffered and wished for this for my whole life, only to finally have a want to live, to then have you take that from me."

Ryuzaki crouched down, his usual hunched posture returning. He pulled me to a more casual sitting position and held my shoulders, his face inches from mine.

"It doesn't matter if you used to be Kira because you are not Kira right now. You are Light Yagami. How many times do I have to tell you that?"

I looked downward. It was strange how suddenly the idea of death had dimmed. It became like a faded memory. I couldn't tell how or why I had wanted to jump off of the building.

I knew my eyes were shining with tears. I leaned forward slowly to pull Ryuzaki into a hug.

I was grateful that he had stopped me, but more so, I was amazed by his past. I knew Ryuzaki occasionally became depressed but I never knew that he was suicidal. I could easily imagine Watari calmly holding a young Ryuzaki, trying to give him a purpose to live.

"Thank you, Ryuzaki," I whispered into his ear.

Ryuzaki said nothing as he held me.

"In… in my dream…" I started tentatively. I felt Ryuzaki straighten under my hands. I continued with my voice barely above a whisper, "In my dream I was running. I was running from Kira. But… he caught me. He looked exactly like me, but his face was twisted into a cruel smile and his eyes glowed red. Then… we were in the task force headquarter's main room when… when you died. Kira… he told me that it would happen. That I would be the one to kill you. He laughed over your dead body as I cried. He didn't even care, he just laughed. I think that was what broke me the most: the idea that I could stop caring about you enough to laugh at your dead body."

I clutched Ryuzaki to me as I spoke. I didn't want to fade into that dull blackness again.

"Then," I continued, my voice shaky, "when I was talking to you after I woke up, I heard his voice. Kira kept mocking me. He kept calling to me and telling me that you were going to die. He… laughed at me.

"I don't want to care. I want to be able to ignore the voice, but it is so loud. It is so loud that I can't focus. It is deafening."

"Do you hear it now?" Ryuzaki asked softly. He reached his hand up and began to play with the ends of my hair.

"No," I admitted. "Right now, Kira is silent."

I sat up, wanting to look at Ryuzaki's face as he spoke. A grin played at the edge of his lips as an idea came to him, "How about this: if the voice of Kira returns, just respond like I would and tell him that you would prefer to eat cake over taking over the world. And if he appears before you, just imagine that he knocked your cake out of your hand and onto the ground."

I laughed. The sound was genuine and pure and not Kira-crazy. I looked at Ryuzaki. In that moment, I loved him so much that I couldn't even put it into words. My laughter settled into a smile. "Yeah, I'll do that. Thank you, Ryuzaki."

"You aren't allowed to leave me," Ryuzaki said as he leaned close to me. He closed his eyes and pressed his lips to my forehead in a gentle kiss. I melted into his touch, the warmth filling me inside. "Now," Ryuzaki said as he pulled back, "how about we head inside and get ready for facing the taskforce and the other Kira?" Ryuzaki stood up and offered his hand to me. I took it and we started to walk back into the building.

"Plus, I'm getting hungry for some cake and the sun is too bright for my taste," Ryuzaki added, squinting at the mist.

I wrapped my arm around his shoulder as I laughed again. It felt so good to laugh; to have the darkness fade away. "First of all, I don't know what sun you are talking about, the sky in completely grey. Second, as I have told you before, cake is not a breakfast food. You need to take care of yourself better."

"So you say after you just tried to commit suicide," Ryuzaki pointed out.

I scowled playfully.

"You should try cake at breakfast sometime. It is delicious."

"No, I'll save the cake for later." I was glad to not feel the darkness surrounding me, but I could tell it was still there. There was no way that Kira would leave me. I had to find a way to get rid of him.

Somehow.