There are just a few things about this chapter that I'd like to mention before we get going. This chapter is entirely told from either Light or L's point of view. NEVER from the narrator's perspective.

Thank you to the ONE person who reviewed the chapter before this. Your support is greatly appreciated… And it's not as if I didn't get any buzz on that chapter. I had people adding it to their alerts or favorite stories' lists. If there are people that read a story, is it so hard to review it too? Anyhow, it isn't that important, so I won't complain anymore.

This chapter holds a spoiler for Watari's real name, so if you don't know what it is, you're about to find out… Also, starting now, this story is going to get a little bloodier.

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(From Light's Point of View)

I motioned for Ryuzaki to follow me, and he did as I instructed.

At least, I thought he did.

I heard no verbal confirmation that he was tailing me, but I felt a cool breeze brushing against my back, so I believed he was there.

I never turned back; however, because I swore to myself I wouldn't look behind.

Not until we got home.

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(Switching to L's Point of View)

I saw him motion to me, and I began to float towards him.

After floating forward for a moment, I could no longer move.

I was frozen in my spot, numb to the world around me.

I tried calling out, but my voice was hoarse and weak. I doubt he even heard me at all.

A multitude of light enveloped me and lifted me skyward.

I tried to fight the pull and return to the Earth's surface when I heard a voice say, "Just relax. You'll be home soon enough."

I cried then.

It wasn't home to me unless I was with Light.

Teasing him, making him embarrassed, watching his reactions, I missed them all.

And now I was going to get in trouble with the guy upstairs for leaving the nest without permission.

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(Light's POV)

I arrived at the front door to my house, and gazed up at it.

Not much, I suppose.

I was…normal? Yes, that's the word I'm looking for.

It was a normal house in a normal neighborhood inhabited by a mostly normal family.

I was the only exception.

Kira... A killer.

Now that I thought back to when I had first picked up the Death Note, and how warped my sense of justice was, I couldn't help but laugh at myself.

Who would ever actually try to create a 'perfect world?'

There is no such thing and never will be.

I wish I had never put my hands onto the infernal thing.

I blinked then.

Wait, no...That's a lie. If I had never picked up the Death Note, then I would never have been able to have met Ryuzaki.

The only person I ever had any intimate feelings for.

...My one true love.

I blushed and shook my head.

I couldn't just keep thinking these things.

I had to say them aloud. To the one I loved, and perhaps always did love, but realized too late.

I turned to face him at last, but to my surprise, he wasn't there.

Did he leave? Did he return to heaven?

And then I thought something that made anger surge throughout my entire being.

Is he with someone else?

"That's what it is, isn't it?!" I shouted to the skies.

"You got bored of me and left me for someone else! Preferably someone dead, I suppose! Is that what you like?! You like dead people?! Maybe I should kill myself, then! Will that make you happy?!"

I stood silently as my cries were absorbed by the surrounding buildings and forestation.

I looked down at the ground and clenched my fists in fury. And then they relaxed.

I hid my face in the collar of my jacket and opened the door to my home.

I ignored my family who were busy asking about my well-being.

I ran upstairs to my room, and slammed the door behind me.

I leaned against the door, breathing heavily.

For a reason unbeknownst to me, I found it difficult to breathe.

I felt miserable and worthless, as if no one wanted me.

I assumed this was how Matsuda usually felt.

And then, my feet kind of acted on their own. I didn't tell them to support me and make me stand. They just sort of did it by themselves.

Then I found myself walking over to my desk.

I sat down in the chair and reached for a pair of scissors.

I watched in horror at what my hands were doing, although my face probably had no expression visible at the time.

It was as if I was possessed by someone else...Someone no longer alive.

Could this be Ryuzaki's spirit coming back for revenge? I thought.

Well, if it is, I will let him do as he wishes. I deserve it.

One of my hands held onto the scissors while the other pried the blades apart.

I laid one hand flat on the desktop and held the other containing the scissors high above my head.

Without blinking or looking away, I stabbed myself.

Blood erupted from the wound and only spurted out more as the scissors were dug deeper.

I didn't care, however.

I no longer felt anything.

Pain did not exist.

If Ryuzaki wasn't in my life, then everything would be pointless.

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(L's POV)

"At long last, you have returned!" A loud voice boomed, clear as could be.

I squinted up into the clouds, trying to find who had spoken.

It was pointless, though. I knew very well who had spoken. His name is three letters long and is 'dog' spelled backwards.

Yep, that's God for you.

He never shows his face to anyone, though. Strangely just like me before I started working on the "Light Yagami is Guilty"-Wait, I meant the Kira Case.

He likes to speak through the clouds, to give people a mystical feeling.

Unfortunately, that kind of mystical bullshit doesn't work on me.

I started up with him right away. He cut my visit to the Semi-green planet short, so you better believe I was pissed off.

"Why did you bring me back, Kami-san?! I was having fun, but I was going to come home. I promise you that much. You can even ask Quillish. I told him myself."

I finished this restrained outburst by panting slightly.

There was a long silence, which only made my rage grow.

"You were thinking about staying, L. That's why I brought you back."

I felt so angry at the moment that if Misa Amane was around, I would have trouble trying not to snap her neck in two.

There was another long silence.

During which I flew around in circles to ease my nerves. I guess you could say it was an angels' way of pacing.

But then I stopped and sniffed the air around me.

It smelled like the shampoo Light would always use in his hair. It smelled like strawberries. It was-and I'm being entirely serious here-heavenly.

"I sense the resentment you have towards me, so I'll let you stay on Earth for a little while longer."

Noticing that my overseer was being kind, I smiled at where I assumed the voice was coming from.

"However, you will have to find your own way back here."

My smile faded at that moment.

"What-what do you mean, Kami-san?! I only have one way back! And that's if you beam me back up! How would I do it by myself?!"

I winced when I noticed the once peacefully white clouds were turning grey. That could only mean trouble.

"You're the one who wants to stay. You figure it out." He countered.

I looked down sadly. If this was heaven, I think I'd prefer Hell.

"Oh, fine. Take this." He said.

A halo was flung near my feet.

I stared at it uncomprehendingly.

"How would that help me at all?" I asked the invisible God hiding somewhere in the vicinity of clouds surrounding me.

"You'll find out soon. Once you have done what you need to do on Earth, the halo will turn green. When that happens, put it on your head, and you will be instantly transported here."

"But that could take...years." I said to him, trying to persuade him that this was more of a challenge than something helpful.

"Then you'll have plenty of time to do as you wish. But be warned, L. You are a spirit. You do not belong among the world of the living."

I said nothing. There was nothing I could say. He had gotten me deep in thought, but I wasn't about to let him win.

"Just transport me to wherever Light Yagami is currently. He needs some guidance."

"You bet he does." The clouds agreed.

In a moment, I found myself back under the pull of gravity (not that I could feel it), on Earth's surface.

I thought I had felt it before, though.

How strange.

I looked around to find myself in a hospital room setting.

And there on the patient's bed lay an injured boy, just about Light's age.

His entire arm was wrapped in bandages, although it seemed only his hand was bleeding.

I stared at him in horror.

Could this really be the man who had once challenged the greatest detective in the world, and had actually beaten him as well?

"Light..." I said quietly.

His eyes opened so slowly that I thought he might have been a zombie.

His pupils appeared absent from his gaze, so it seemed he might have gone blind.

"What have you done?" I asked him.

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