Chapter 2 – Beyond Light's Death
There was blood dribbling down from his mouth. There was an intense pain in his chest. His heart beat for the final time, then Light was no more. His body slumped on the rusty stairs.
Light awoke. At least, that is what it felt like. He felt a strange sense of impossible awareness of everything. This would have been a gift if there was anything to be aware of because this was Mu. Mu was nothing. There was no colour at all – not even black. No feeling at all - not even wind. It was a prison for eternity. Or so Light thought.
After an impossible space of time, Light felt a tug – like when a cat lifts its young by the neck. That first feeling for the time he had spent in there sent shock-waves through his body. It made nothing into matter, and joined Light with that matter. Slowly his mind went under great strain as it was pulled through dimensions and pressed into this forming body. Legs and arms appeared from an ugly torso quickly forming in the air. Hands. Feet. Head. This twisted life form would soon be animated, but the jump hadn't finished yet. Lights consciousness was finishing its journey of knowing. Information was filling his head as if he was a bucket being filled with water. Suddenly, the eyes of the new Shinigami snapped open.
Light surveyed the handiwork of the Shinigami King with his eyes. It was so clear. He could see all and everything. He stared at his hands and arms. They were crumbly and skeletal and his arms were covered with a ragged trench coat. His legs, he noticed, were hidden by jeans like trousers, also with many holes. He felt his face. It was hard and brittle with two bumps atop his head, followed by a leather-ish object covering the front of his thick hair. A quick investigation showed that the bumps were goggles. He thanked the King for making him humanoid, then left and quickly killed a few dozen innocent people to assure his survival.
200 Shinigami Days Later
Light perched himself on a rock near one of the globes to view the human world. Painful memories came back to him as he stared into it. Should he really have killed L? No! He needed that to continue. But continue what? A reign that would end when he fell? L needed to die anyway! He was not a criminal!
He slammed his notebook shut in shame.
Sorry L...