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Our Clock is Still Ticking
chapter I: white
Summary:
Mu is a brand new world with everything they -hadn't- expected. The dead are alive and Soichiro thinks Kira has killed Light. A world of snow and a city that seems to resemble London throws them for a loop. What is the meaning of this?
Notes:
This is my first fanfic! It is primarily free-flow and evolves however it likes.
Reviews and critiques are always, always welcome!
Thank you always for so much for the encouragement and love!
The story follows the manga timeline (L is killed by Rem, and Light dies a miserable death), however combines the rain scene (and death date) from the anime. The quote above is not actually said by L before his death in the manga timeline (as it comes from the novel adaptation where Light dies first), however, his feelings remain the same (see chapter 2)!
As a head's up this story contains characters that have died in the original story including: Watari, Soichiro, Mello, Matt, Naomi, BB, Rem… you get the gist. Enjoy!
"Light, I'll see you on the other side. Let us explore the world of nothingness together."
"The way I feel about him is like a heartbeat – soft and persistent, underlying everything."
— Becky Albertalli
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What the world knew as ' Kira ' was felled on January 28, 2013, in the evening.
The task force was grim... but the battle was won.
Light lay on the ground, clenching, humiliated , defeated.
"I don't want to die..."
He struggled and screamed... but it was... futile.
The bloodied watch his father gave him continued to tick...tick...tick...
Soon after... Light disappeared from the world.
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Light blinked. He was waking, groggily.
Darkness began to depart gently - the space around him matured into a pure white. His eyes slowly adjusted to the blissfully illuminated nothingness. Light surveyed his new surroundings. There was no warehouse, no walls, no people. Just an endless horizon of white. White. White. White.
... Didn't he just die? Light narrowed his eyes at his surroundings. The atmosphere was... peaceful. Light was at a loss for words.
Wasn't death supposed to mean he was gone...forever? Non-existent?
He rubbed his eyes once more, making sure he was seeing properly.
It felt like a mistake; if this was true "nothingness" no such luminescence should exist. Rather... The former 'god of the new world' imagined that it would have been very dark, very void, and very thoughtless.
Yet, here he was. Thinking. Breathing. Existing. Suspended in air too.
Light's feet weren't touching anything. He did notice he had shoes though. Weird. He pinched his arm sleeves, they were the same clothes he had died in. No blood, just bullet holes. Also weird.
"I think, therefore I am..." he spoke, quoting Descartes.
Ryuk, you liar. Nothingness my ass. Light shook his head. For what he had expected death to be... It was a lot less terrifying than he imagined would happen to him for 'selling his soul to a death god'.
There were no creepy dead people crawling up to him for vengeance, no bright red devil's with pitchforks ready to impale him... Nothing of the sort. Relieved he wasn't in Hell, Light exhaled. This wasn't too bad.
As much as L branded him evil (and yes, he thought about it)... obviously, whoever was in charge of 'existence' thought Light didn't deserve to rot in Hell or nothingness. However, this didn't seem like Heaven either.
"Pfft." Whatever the case was - he still existed, and that was good enough for Light.
"Hehe..."
"Hehehe..."
"HAHAHAHAHAHA..."
Fuck you, Near. And fuck you too, Ryuuzaki.
Light? 'Evil' and yet he continues to exist.
Now, Light had come up with other explanations for why he was the situation he was in, however, the failed god of the new world was content to settle with the most ideal answer - he was blessed somehow, chosen by whoever was in charge. He has surpassed nothingness. He was a god.
Light continued laughing.
The greatest battle of the minds and morality of two men…
And they both died.
What a lot of good that did.
Light gradually stopped, wheezing for breath. He drooped. Non-existent or not...
He was here. Here... in... whatever this was.
'Mu'
Light was gazing upon an endless white expanse beyond him. He would be so bored... Light sighed, his right hand covered his face as he grimaced. He couldn't lie to himself. This situation wasn't that great. What was there to do here?
Nothing. That's what.
His thoughts fell far and distant.
Light counted the times he outwit the greatest detective of the world in their game of cat and mouse. The damn bastard was utterly relentless in his attempt to capture Kira. As annoying as it was... Light considered. The bastard had given him such a hard time - yet... it was unforgettable.
Light sighed. Despite all the trouble the world-renowned detective had given him: Light was begrudgingly fond of L. He would, and could never … forget.
His attention fogged, dimming: he let his eyelids shut gradually while he drifted... far... far away. To what he considered: 'the good old days' .
Sigh. He missed him. He admitted.
His ears adjusted to the eerie silence of the white bliss around him. Along with every other aspect of how plain everything was...
It's no fun without you...L.
He laid like this, floating... till a voice disturbed his stupor.
"...Light-kun."
This caused Light to jump. It was a much too familiar voice. Years have passed (5 years, to be exact) since he's heard that voice … but could it be? Light surveyed the pure white horizon as he did when he first arrived... yet, he found nothing new or of interest. It was the same as before: there was nothing here... nor anywhere.
Light suspected he was just dreaming too vividly. The man brushed the bangs of his hair backwards and furrowed his brows. Hallucinations were not a good sign... However, on the off-chance he wasn't dreaming... Light tried to test it out.
He tentatively called out as loud as he could, "Who's there?" The sound traveled so fast as if whatever he was floating in wasn't air at all. It shocked him.
There was no answer.
He pinched the crook of his nose, concerned at the growing possibility of impending insanity. Perhaps this was Hell after all, and he would be stuck hallucinating for what was probably - eternity.
Light shook his head, and resumed his previous floating position.
Then, the voice murmured again, closer this time.
"...Light-kun."
It was louder too.
His heart ached. What a terrible, torturous hallucination.
But…
Was it?
Could it be?
"...L?" Light called out once more.
"Light-kun." The voice repeated.
Light inhaled. It was not a hallucination.
Out of the pure white… something was...floating. It was coming closer.
Dark raven hair bounced on top of pale skin. Perceptive, dark-circled eyes bore through his bangs. The man smiled as he approached closer.
Light gasped.
He was not dreaming. Light clung to that hope, clung to that dream, to that wish.
Sometimes I'm terrified of my heart; of its constant hunger for whatever it is it wants. The way it stops and starts.
— Edgar Allan Poe
At the corner of his eyes, there... he saw… one single unforgettable pallid figure, thumb decorating his lips.
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"L."
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Latest revision: 10/26/2017
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