Written by: deathnotefan09

Chapter 7

AN:well now that you've laughed your arses off, (at least I did) time to get back to the plot since a lot is going to happen! Jeez, we've updated so much….. Please be patient for we can't update as much during the week. As usual, we don't own Death Note or any of its characters.

L stood in the open floor stage of the concert. He wasn't quite sure wether or not this was a Kira doing or not. He wanted to say it was an accident, but he had to consider all possibilities. He will have to question Misa later. He walked away from the scene, hunched over, face still. Even though he appeared calm, there was always many different things going around inside his head. After all, he is the great and powerful L.

It was late and L had decided to rest for around five hours before starting another case. All of them were second of importance to the Kira case but nonetheless, he has other aliases that needed tending to so that no suspicions could lead to the downfall and discovery of the fact that the three greatest detectives ever where the same person. L hadn't consumed anything highly sugary in the past two hours so he could most likely fall asleep for some time. He hopped into the fluffy underused bed and lay down. It felt weird not to sit in his normal stance. His muscles were actually in pain because of all of this. His shoulders and lower back were embedded with many knots. With a sigh, he relaxed his body and nodded off to sleep.

"What are we to do master?" The voice appeared out of thin air, it made it all seem the more terrifying since L couldn't trace the direction of the sound. It was like he was thinking it. "We will have to kill L," another voice said. It was much deeper than the other voice and was ultimately fearful. L felt the blood drain from his face. Whatever this was, it wanted him dead. Was it Kira? Or maybe it was a Kira worshiper that wanted to aid the criminal. L felt the darkness grow cold, he wasn't surprised to find himself in another location. Lucid dreaming didn't help the detective though, for his heart pounded in his ears.

L felt the need to run. As he did so, he felt the presence of the killer come closer. "No," L breathed. He wanted to live. He knew his position would make him dangerous to everyone because he knew so many people wanted him dead. But he didn't want this to be over, not yet. "You want to live huh?" the second voice boomed. "We can't have that happening."

L found himself in a white room. The walls were white, the floor was white. If it weren't for his black hair, L's porcelain skin would have melted right into the scenery. Behind him, a door opened and shut, the sound breaking the dead silence that lay in the room. L didn't dare look back, he sat down at a coffee table. He sat in a normal fashion, he hands folded in his lap. "Well isn't this interesting L? You wanted to be all powerful and mighty. But here you are, shaking like a leaf."

L hadn't noticed until that very moment that he had been shaking. His hands moved freely on their own. The ultimate anti- camouflage against everything. L shoved his hands deep into his pockets. "What do you wish to know or want?" L asked the person behind him. "I want you dead. You are the only thing standing in my way. The only thing that will stop me of becoming a God of a new world. I have killed six-hundred and thirty nine people. If you weren't alive, that number would have easily tripled."

This voice sounded so familiar to L, but he couldn't put his finger on it. But the detective knew that even if he did, it wouldn't be relevant to him in the real world any ways. "That's right L. You can't catch me, I will be the death of you. I will be the only one to surpass you L Lawliet. L snap his head around. How did this fiend know his name. He was only greeted by an empty room. He slumped down onto the floor, his head in between his knees. He wasn't sure what to do.

A ruffling sound made its way to L's ears and he peered up in the direction of the noise. A black figure was in front of him. He had long limbs, bony yet not fragile looking. His yellow orbs of eyes peered into L's soul. His spiky black hair standing straight up. "Kukukukukuku," the thing said. "We've got you now." A large hand extended towards L's face, and he was engulfed in darkness.

L woke in a startle. This is why he never slept. He swung his legs over the side of the bed, his feet touching the cold surface of the wood. L shuffled to his desk and engulfed himself in work. Sleeping was a way to try to gain energy, but it only drained the detective further.

Light walked into the main work place the next morning, unsurprised to find L working there. When Light got a closer look, he was shocked. The whites of L's eyes were bloodshot red and he was mumbling things to himself in a language that sounded like German. "Ryuzaki?" Light called, but no answer was given. He had never seen L in this state before. It seems as though the case had really gotten to him. Light turned to his computer and turned it on with aggression, now he was all fired up. Mikami's death was strange, and Light didn't know whether or not it was Kira. On the other hand, Light let out a sigh of relief. Having girls hung over him was enough, but a guy didn't sit well with Light. It seemed to off to not be an act. After a few hours of working, Light accidentally fell asleep at his desk.

Light sat in a classroom. He was in high school again. He thought he saw something fall out the window so he peered out the side to see a black book fall gracefully onto some grass near his building. He wondered what it was. Eager, he strained his neck to see further outside, but someone had bent over to pick it up. Light couldn't distinguish who the person was. It wore all blue, but it's face was hidden by an invisible shadow. The thing opened the black book and looked terrified. After a few seconds, it leaned its head back in a howl sinister laugh. Then the thing looked directly into Light, as if to look through him. Light tore his glance away, but to his horror everyone in the room had disappeared.

The classroom had disappeared and seemed much longer. He felt it stretch into a long corridor and he saw the thing at the end of the room. Everytime Light blinked, the thing would come closer. Closer and closer. Light's heart nearly ripped out of his chest in fear. It extended its hand and swallowed Light into darkness.

Light woke up, drenched in sweat. He placed his hands in his face and just stayed like that. Was it Kira? Light suddenly feared for his life such more than he ever did.

AN: another chapter done! I always have fun writing creepy dreams, it lets me be creative. I hope you are enjoying the story so far! We are working very hard to please you. As you can see, I am probably the maniac out of this team. *gives a creepy smile* we haven't revealed who it is yet… leave a review as to who you think it is! If you guess it right, we will mention you! Promise :