A.N: I don't know how to label this, so I'll just go ahead and save everyone the trouble and advise that you bring out your tissues if you're an emotional sap like I am.

Yes. That is my half-assed way of saying that I actually cried while writing this. ^.^; I might've gotten a bit too into the moment, but I take pride in the fact that this is the first time such an instance has occurred.

So, I hope you guys enjoy this one-shot and that none of you react the way I did while writing it. Seriously. It was kind of pitiful. Lol.

This fic is dedicated to my cousin who went through some problems and has now passed along with his wife. I suppose they were the inspiration for all of this, along with the things he especially went through, but I am hesitant to say so even now. ... ... Yeah.

Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note (for the billionth-and-one time) and the lines in between the scene breaks are from the song Franklin by Paramore. Its an awesome song, and I encourage all people to listen to it!

Side-Note: If there are weird mistakes set within this, blame the uploader. I've been through it like five-billion times and this thing continually fucks up my outline and apostrophes and all the other goodies within my ficlet. Yeah. Most of my 'mistakes' within my fics are usually the uploader's fault, and everyone here that also uses the damn uploader knows what I'm talking about (yeah, wordslikethis are usually not done on purpose!).

P.S: I've decided to make this a two-shot after becoming inspired today. ^.^ Hopefully you'll be seeing the next installment soon, as it shall be in somebody else's POV, if you get my drift...

Title: Lucent Remembrance

Chapter One: Forever in a Day

And when we get home,

I know we won't be home at all.

This, he knew, had to be the worst kind of Hell.

Staring at his little sister as she herself vacantly stared at the plain wall in front of her, Light sat down on the floor and said nothing.

The suffocating silence stifling the room was loud; louder than it should've been.

What could he say, after all?

"You took everything away from me." Sayu whispered, her hands shaking. "Light. Light. Light... Tou-san. You took it away."

Nothing; everything he couldn't (and wouldn't) ever be able to say would always amount to nothing.

Standing up once again, Light let a hand fall on his sister's slumped shoulder-

Only to watch it fall through in a translucent blur of dull color.

And he deserved every second of it.

This place we live

It is not where we belong.

Somehow, he had pictured nothingness to be much more than this.

Sachiko brushed back stray curls of graying hair from her face, hands immediately going back to the matter at hand; cooking.

It was too much food for two people

But she didn't seem to take any notice of that fact.

But it was a sufficient way of inflicting pain, nonetheless.

Mahogany-brown eyes flitted as the woman held back a shuttering sigh, sight unfocused and hands shaking far too much to be handling the knife dangling between her fingers.

But still, she continued to slice.

These people they suffered because of his own carelessness.

Stepping back from the scene in front of him, Light felt his own hands begin to shake.

He could barely feel anything anymore, except for his own movements.

And strangely enough, that hurt.

Pain was the only thing he could remember anymore.

A hoarse sob brought the man out of his thoughts as he continued to step back, his body about to collide with the door behind him-

Watching them fall into their own clutches of pain served as a reminder that his life had mattered.

A shrill crash of pots and screams were the last thing Light heard as he fell outside, his feet floating just a bit off the ground and his arms akimbo to his body.

He didn't have much time now, staring up at the falling sun floating down into its horizon.

Night was coming...

He didn't deserve that much power, really.

And the process would begin anew tomorrow.

I won't get used to this-

I won't get used to being gone.

He was another pawn in a game; fitting, seeing as that was all he saw people as when he had still mattered.

Everyday would begin the same.

Staring straight up at the familiar ceiling, Light once again wondered how he ended up within his old room before discarding the question as completely insignificant.

There was no use in figuring out why anymore when everything just was.

No one ever noticed him anymore; and that had stopped bothering him ages ago.

Light stroked the top of his wrinkle-less bed and wondered what it felt like now.

Not that it mattered.

He just wondered.

One of the things he had forgotten was what things tasted and smelled like, but those things were only passing thoughts to someone who had learned to stop caring so long ago.

Stepping off of the mattress that he couldn't even feel, Light sighed as he paced about his room and stared at the immoveable items; things locked in both time and space.

No one entered here anymore.

No one except for him.

And he never even remembered coming in here to begin with each and every day.

So what did it matter anyways?

Little things began to slip from his mind, and soon, he wondered when he would be able to remember anything at all.

Finally bored of the simple perusing, Light stepped out of the room and phased through the door without even a wince, not surprised at the lack of sound within the house. Walking over to Sayu's door, the translucent man walked right in.

He already knew what sight would greet him as soon as he walked in.

It's taking up our time,

We can't go back; we can't go back at all.

Her body was changing, but those eyes stayed as blank as ever.

A prone body laid spread-eagle out on the childishly-pink bed, eyes wide open and hair in a caustic disarray.

Everything about the girl was cold and impersonal now.

She hardly spoke, if only to speak to him.

She was his anchor.

She reminded him that he was still here.

He had broken her, not Mello.

"Light..."

Each time she spoke his name, he felt-

"Light..."

Alive.

Even if she only spoke his name in order to condemn and hate him, it was his salvation nonetheless.

"You took it away from me, Light."

And he had.

He didn't deny it anymore.

"Everything is..."

He had spoiled her and everyone who had ever come in contact with him.

It was a statement of fact.

There was no use in feeling remorse for it.

"Gone."

The sister he had always pushed aside had become the sister he could not live without, even in death.

She knew a truth about him as did his mother that not many other people knew.

It was something she said sometimes when the silence was just just a bit too loud and the air too stifling; words which continued to confuse Light.

What truth?

All he had ever shown her had been a lie.

Going back to get away

After everything has changed.

There was a blankness in his existence, and he couldn't even find it in himself to hate it anymore.

His mother, on the other hand, never stopped moving.

Whether it be re-cleaning the same areas or cooking more food than she ever needed or running out to work, she was in constant motion.

A smile seemed to be forever etched on her face as a result.

For some reason, Light found that to be more disturbing to look at than Sayu's blank stare.

It all made him feel so terribly empty, but what didn't make him feel empty anymore?

Watching her dust the coffee table again, Light almost wished he could pluck the instrument from his mothers hands and sit her down so that she could rest.

But he couldn't.

And she wouldn't.

It was better to become accustomed to apathy once again; if only he could keep such a state of mind as he used to.

Placing himself in the same corner as always, Light sighed as he turned his head and gazed at the beautiful blue sky through the lacy window curtain on his right side.

Time had a way of passing by in a blur for someone who no longer saw such a thing as important, and Light was no exception.

Letting the silence of the house take a hold of him, Light closed his eyes and let the hours tick by...

And I miss who we were

In the town we could call our own.

After awhile, the minutes tend to become tedious and the company droll when one doesn't technically exist.

His mother was listless and his sister stayed holed up in his room.

That was the procedure, and nothing seemed to spark them with the life necessary to move on from their quiet countenances and fake smiles.

If Raito had the capability, he was pretty sure he would be sick right now.

Maybe.

When no one ever even looks at you, you tend to forget you were ever something more than space against the wall.

Yet the sun was beginning to set now after a whole day of watching Sachiko clean and not being able to go upstairs and stare at his sister throwing her life away in the face of trauma, and Light felt his spirits lift just the tiniest of bits.

If he remembered what happiness felt like, he was pretty sure this could have been an echo from it.

But even he doubted that sometimes.

Everything he never felt was something he now wished he could have felt, if only to have something to truly remember them by.

Unfurling his legs from underneath him in one smooth motion, Light trudge out of the house once again.

It was the only time he was allowed out, after all.

He had tried to leave before the time of the setting sun, and he would be met with invisible barriers and faint strains of frustration for his efforts.

Before, he could not understand and had wanted to know just why he was caged into this reality and couldn't move onto something new.

Before, he had been so much more human; how could he have ever taken that for granted living?

Now, he just didn't care.

And going back won't feel the same

If we aren't staying.

Trying to ground himself into the reality he had come to know never seemed to work; how can you continue to be a part of something that no longer wants you?

Wishing for a bare moment that he could feel the airy breeze apparently fluttering about outside, Light continued his trek forward and met the sidewalk with heady steps. The edges of his eyes began to dim on the sides as the world around him blackened and he was enveloped into another world.

Or so he guessed...

The darkness began to fade as the brunettes steps began to echo around him, the scenery painted around him one of familiar foliage absconded in milky darkness.

This place never changed.

Like him, it always stayed the same.

Light hated it.

Pools of water that mocked him; trails of grass and dirt he would never feel underneath his feet and body-

But he was waiting.

The first time he had showed up here, Light hadn't known what to say, to in awed with the beauty of the surroundings and with the appearance of

Him.

He had thought it to be heaven.

Now he knew better.

Taking in a breath, Light steeled himself as footsteps resounded within his ears and made it to his destination after a couple moments of time. Letting himself fall to the ground in a heap, the caramel-eyed man knew that the worse was only to come.

And oh how he was right.

"Hello?"

Sitting up with the leverage of his forearms, Light smiled as a familiar figure draped in white and blue blinked over at him and cocked his head to the side.

"Hello L."

So we stand here now

And no one knows us at all.

And those eyes, so lonely and confused; all he wanted to do was shake him so that he would remember along with him.

"Is that...?"

Feeling the familiar hurt he had become accustomed to feeling after having this conversation over and over again, Light let the shattered remains of his soul splice into his decomposing chest just a little more.

"Yes. It's your name." Light easily answered, watching as the other accepted the answer with no hesitance.

He didn't know, after all.

He represented everything Light would become after he had no one left as well.

"Do I know you?"

Light closed his eyes as he smiled, once again wishing for something more than just death.

This was his future; finally having what he had wanted after all these years and yet not being able to ever reach it.

"Yes. But don't strain yourself to remember. Why don't you just come over and lay with me for awhile? My name is Light."

"Alright, Light." The dark-haired man, just as transparent as his light-haired counterpart, easily consented, feeling as if he could trust the man beside him. "I feel as if I know you. Nobody else can see me and I cant remember why anymore. But you can see me and talk to me, so you must be a friend right?"

Every day, this routine stayed the same and he swallowed the pain that came along with it rather willingly.

Staring over at those dark eyes which were always an eternity away from him, Raito laid his hand over the others own, watching as the two transparent blurs of digits faded over each other, not feeling a thing.

It reminded him, after all.

"Yes." Light whispered, his eyes shining brighter than they had in so long. "It's alright. You're with me now, and I'll take care of you tonight until you fall asleep."

He couldn't remember much but pain and emptiness...

Wishing the ache in his chest away, Light felt the trail of something wet crawl down his face and he bit his lip as he reveled in the pain.

But with L, he could almost remember what it was like to feel everything else in between.

"Thank you."

L stared forward, unseeing of the other man's pain yet again.

And this was his true punishment, really.

Light simply smiled, hiding his fading bitterness within his decaying heart.

This was when he truly wished he could just forget.

Because you remind me of a time when we were so alive-

Do you remember that?

Do you remember that?