A/N: Seriously, poor Light. Anything good always ends so abruptly and horribly for him.
The dream you're about to read may seem like it adds an explination to a lot, which I guess does. But, keep in mind that it is only grazing the tip of the iceberg.
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Light fingered leaves from a the weeping willow surrounding him. He peeled the curtain of green open and smiled to himself at the view. Green shoots of what Light figured was grass covered the floor. He placed his bare foot on the carpet. Dew squished between his toes. He had never seen a meadow before, but he'd read about them. Words did no justice to the scene before him. The sun's rays ignited the grass around him. Petals on flowers shimmered, swaying happily in the warm breeze. Light took a deep breath; the air was so refreshing.

The willow waved good-bye as Light began to explore the garden. So this was paradise. He climbed over a hill and met a sea of green. His heart fluttered at the sight. A large tree was perched by the bottom of the hill. A man sat under it, leaning his back against the trunk. His nose was buried in the book he was reading. Light headed in his direction.

"Hey," he called out. "What are you reading?"

The man looked up. He had solemn gray eyes and deep frown lines wrinkled around his lips. He couldn't be over twenty-five, yet Light sensed a strange, old wisdom radiating from his body. The man chuckled and tossed the book aside. "Aw, hell, I wasn't readin'. It kinda just fit in with the scenery."

Light smiled and took a welcomed seat next to the man. "What am I doing here? Don't tell me I'm dead, 'cause this ain't what I pictured my eternity to look like."

"No, you ain't dead. Take a breath. You still feel your lungs, right?"

Light did. He smiled, adoring the serenity of this place. "So if I ain't dead, I must be dreamin'. But I ain't never seen you before, so who the hell are you?"

"First of all," the man grinned. "You ain't dreamin'. Well, sort of. I can't really explain it, cause I don't get it much myself. Believe me, I've been tryin' to understand it for years now. And second, I think you may know who I am."

He glanced up and suddenly, above his head, a red 'A' appeared. Light gazed at it, puzzled for a moment. "A. A. Kinan?"

"Bingo," A winked.

Light knew he should have been more concerned by the fact that the bandit his father had killed before he was born was popping up in his "dream", telling him it wasn't a "dream" and grinning like a damn idiot at Light's confusion. But, he wasn't. In fact, he was surprisingly happy to talk to A. He never had a desire to ask the man questions, and he rarely even thought about him, except when he was mentioned. So why was he suddenly so excited that he had the chance to speak to him?

"Why am I here?" Light asked.

"You're here 'cause you did somethin' that ain't never happened before. I guess you got whoever the Hell controls this damn business all riled up. I can feel his excitement bubblin' in my bones, can't you?"

Light chuckled. "You're tellin' me God brought me here?"

"God?" A laughed. "God's got nothin' to do with this. In fact, he kinda doesn't care too much for this whole business."

"What business?"

"What business?"

"What?" Light's eyes widened.

A suddenly burst out laughing. "You gotta do me a favor. Stick with Lawliet, no matter what happens. If you don't, you'll be lettin' down a whole lotta people."

"What the fuck are you talkin' 'bout?"

"He's your other half, Light. He's got what you don't got. And you got what he don't. One soul was split down the middle, and you two are it's reminents. Get it now?"

"We're soul mates?"

"YES!" A jumped up, throwing his hands above his head. "Soul mates! That's a perfect way to describe it! Although, it don't mean you guys are supposed to fuck all the time. Holy Hell, I don't care what you do though. Fuck his brains out for all I damn care. Just make sure you keep a good relationship with him."

Light flushed and glanced down at his hands. "What if he don't want to?"

"Well, you tell him to pull his head outta his goddamn ass and take a fuckin' look around."

Suddenly, the serene scene dissolved around them. Walls towered above them, hiding their location. The tree was replaced by the strange, eroded rock. No water trickled down it. Light licked his lips, suddenly incredibly parched. A smirked, his own lips suddenly cracking.

"I bet it tastes real damn good."

"What?"

A patted the rock. His fingers traced the strange symbols and he finally sighed, glancing up at Light. "This whole business of life, Light, ain't what you think it is. You ain't who you think you are. People don't come in fragmented souls like you and me did. I had another half, too. 'Til I killed him. I couldn't stand the wholeness he made me feel. Prevented me from doin' what I wanted. So I took a gun and shot him in the head. After, I kinder lost my mind. For three years I killed and fucked anything I wanted. You know Beyond, right?"

Light could barely respond. He managed to cough up a, "yeah", but after comprehending everything A said, he came to an unsettling realization.

"He was probably 'bout nine when I met him." A's expression became unreadable. "I screwed him. Ain't that the most fucked up thing you ever heard? My thoughts kinder cleared up when my other half visited me in a dream. Your father caught me 'cause I wanted him to. I couldn't stand what I had become. I couldn't stand the monster I had made Beyond. Poor, troubled Beyond. He just wanted someone to tell him it was okay, that his hatred was okay. But, instead, I fucked him. I-"

A fell silent. He crouched down to his knees and pressed his temples with his palm. Light grew nauseous and immediately dashed away from A. He bent over and threw up. This man, this despicable being who lost his mind and raped a child, lived in Light. He thrived in Light, searching for the other half he had lost. He turned to face A, only to find himself sick again at the sight of him.

"Why me?" he finally asked.

"You? 'Cause you were supposed to know you're other half. Our other half."

"Why?" Light shrieked. "Why the fuck did I get stuck with you?"

"Not just me," A murmured. "Don't let what happened to me happen to you, Light. Stay by your other half's side. Love him, as you did last night. Continue to. Together, you two will change the world. But you can't do shit alone."

Light snapped awake, the sun blinding his eyes. He processed the dream and suddenly found himself sick. After wiping the puke from his lips, he glanced around at the barren barn. It must have been false. How could he trust a ruthless killer's words? How could he trust a dream. He shrugged it off, deciding he was overreacting. After all, A' was probably nothing more than Light's psyche trying to make sense of last night's beautiful insanity . It didn't matter. Besides, he had a lot more to worry about. Namely that Lawliet was L.

But, a part of him had known that. It had come to him in a dream. He nearly mocked himself, wishing he would stop thinking about dreams in this crisis. L knew his secret. In his insanity, he confessed he was Kira. L knew his secret, yet he still slept with him. Light pulled his knees to his chest, bashing the back of his head against the wall. Last night was a terrible misunderstanding. Everything he felt was so unrealistically natural. Lawliet must have felt it too, then decided it was just lust.

But it wasn't just lust. There was something greater. Even now, Light felt more intact than he ever had. Everything became much clearer, as 'A' claimed his other half made him. There had to be a way to show Lawliet that last night was true, not just two people using each other for pleasure.

There had to be a way to avoid the punishment he was about to receive. L knew he was Kira. He would be hanged if he didn't convince L otherwise. And, if L knew he was Kira, why did he sleep with him? Light placed his chained hands on his head.

The barn door suddenly opened. Sachiko walked in, gripping a Light's breakfast tray. When they made eye contact, he smiled softly at her. "Hey ma," he said.

As she got closer, Light immediately noticed her eyes were swollen and red. She placed the breakfast tray next to Light and took a seat in front of him. "Good morning, Light," she tried to smile. Her lips quivered and fell again.

"Ma, what's wrong?" Light already knew the answer. L revealed Light's confession to his mother. Light bowed his head.

"I've been up all night," she sighed, avoiding the truth. "I wanted to make sure you and Lawliet were aw'right. Lawliet came back in a couple of hours ago, and he's been talkin' to your father and the people he brought with him since."

"'Bout what?"

She avoided the question. "I think the governors gonna come over tomorrow. We gotta keep you in here, though, Light, on account that you..."

Her silence tormented Light. The truth, his alias, hung at the tip of her tongue. "I'm what?"

"You aren't in your right mind," she mumbled.

"I feel better, ma," he assured her. "After talkin' with Lawliet, it's like everythin's much clearer. I wanna apologize for the way I acted, I couldn't control myself. I though everythin' was fallin' apart, but I guess it was just my mind."

She stood up, brushing hay off her apron. The governor was coming. Namikawa informed Light that L worked closely with the governor. His appearance was not a good sign for Light. Sachiko left the barn without another word. Light rattled his chains, yanking desperately at the wall. He stood up, expelling all his energy into freeing himself. He moaned and collapsed to his knees, realizing it wasn't enough. He was trapped in the barn as they decided his fate on the outside.

What was his 'A' talking about? Lawliet wasn't his other half; he was his nemesis who would bring Light's demise. Light sighed, wishing it weren't the case. A few hours of happiness was all he would receive, though, after years of torment and agony. And now, that pleasure ended.

He would die, and Beyond would continue to run around, killing whomever he pleased. He never had the chance to kill the bastard when he didn't need him anymore. 'A's' words suddenly struck his memory. That sick fuck. Light suddenly became incredibly nauseous again. He pushed the breakfast tray away, unable to look at the food. He reminded himself over and over it was just a dream.

'But what if it wasn't?' he thought. 'What then? Will my fate be the same as A's other half? Lawliet will be the reason I die. Then what will become of Lawliet?'

Light closed his eyes, wishing Lawliet would come back. But, it was too late. Light would never find his Lawliet now.