A/N- Thanks for the reviews guys and I am sorry for any grammar or spelling mistakes in here. I particularly have a lot of trouble with speech marks because we haven't started them in school yet. Well, enjoy!
L's eyes shot open. The thunder outside had jolted his semi conscious mind out of its dormant state. He had been having those a lot ever since he came back. Back from the dead.
18 years after Lights death, L found himself suddenly alive 2 feet underground, encased in a coffin. Needless to say it was a very uncomfortable experience, even more so for L who, unknown to himself until that fateful day, was very claustrophobic. He almost died again then and there. But the question that haunts him, that chases him in his 'sleep' (more like meditation), that relents from letting go is how? How, after being killed, did L come back to life? Why did it happen 22 years after his death? And the question that amuses him the most, why does he not look a day older than he his younger self. By definition, he was 40 years old (!) but still looked like his 25 year old self.
His mind had thrown out various theories, non of them which made any sense. But one theory stood out from the rest. ' What if there was a notebook that brought people back to life'.
It was absurd. The detective knew it was. But he could not help but ponder the possibility. If one such note book even existed, who would have cared enough to use it to bring him back to life.
Even pushing that though aside, the theory was absolutely illogical. And L did not do illogical. The detectives usual orderly mind has been in total chaos ever since his 'awakening'.
No one saw the turmoil that was raging inside L, who, to the average person, was as emotionless as they got. But a true intellectual who had known the detective for quite some time could have deduced L's jumpy behavior and his wide, searching eyes as unusual behavior. A true intellectual like Yagami Light.
"Light-kun.........' L murmured aloud, to no one in particular, "Kira..............'"
Lights twisted smile and malicious eyes as he was holding the dying L in his arms flashed across L's mind, causing the usually composed detective to flinch.
Light-kun was Kira. The obvious 'sadness' that tainted his 'friends' eyes when he saw him dying washed away all the doubts L previously held against him being Kira. Too bad he had to taken his newly gained knowledge to his grave, along with the humiliation of defeat.
" I bet you found it thrilling, no, exhilarating, didn't you Light-kun?" whispered L as he paced away from his wall length bullet proof window, "to see me writhe on the floor, knowing it meant that the biggest obstacle standing on your way had mere seconds to live.
Knowing that you won." L spat out the last sentence in disgust. The detective did not often divulge in such human feelings but Light-kun, like always, brought out the worst in him.
The stressed out individual was about to head for the fridge to endorse in one of his favourite past times when he heard a deep, hauntingly familiar voice.
" Nice to see you still think about me, Ryuuzaki" L spun around to see the owner of the voice. Soon after his knees buckled and the bewildered detective crashed onto the carpeted floor, his head reeling. For what he saw, perched on his window sill, was a sight he had prayed never to see again.
He saw a shinigami.
And it clearly wanted to stay and chat.
A/N- Well, thats it. Please review!