NOTE: Hello! I just thought of this really quick and decided to write it! But it probably sucks! (TT_TT) I don't own anything!

Ryuk had become bored after L's death, and Light was busy making his 'new world' to keep him entertained. With a long sigh, he approaches Light's desk and picks up the notebook. He opens it to the last written page, skimming through the rest of the book, and sees L's name written across the page. 'Ever since Light has killed L he hasn't been himself…'Ryuk mutters, 'Ha ha, I knew he had gotten a little too attached to L.'

Skimming through the book once more, Ryuk begins to look at all the names written in Light's Death Note and chuckles at the thought of Light's new world. He remembers Light's passion for his new world, a world free of scum and criminals… flipping through the pages he comes across a peculiar name and ponders, Why does it ring a bell? His face pulls into a smile as he remembers the name. It belonged to a criminal that L put away. His motives were strange and quite unreasonable, but that made him even more dangerous. Ryuk begins to wonder how he would react if he met Light, another one who obsessed about L? Ryuk begins to find it interesting and decides to play another little game with Light.

Light DID say that is was starting to get boring, why not liven up his life? He pulled out a small, white eraser and placed it upon the paper. With a swift movement of 3 or 4 hand flicks, the name disappeared, as if nothing had been there on the first place. Ryuk began to laugh maniacally as he put the notebook back on the desk and flew away into the night.

Darkness.

Trapped.

Alone.

The smell of dirt reeked inside the small space available as I began to move and come alive once again. My head throbbed and my heart began to beat and function. My body felt numb and as I moved I realized that I was trapped somewhere. I begin to feel the 'walls' of my confined space and noticed the feel of wood under my fingertips. I begin to think as to what happened last…

Prison… Heart stopping… darkness… and eventually…death.

My thoughts return to me with full force and I wince at the pain of the sudden rush of thoughts. I begin to laugh as I hit the wood in front of me, trying to break it. I feel a sharp pain on my fist, followed by a warm liquid dripping down my fingers onto my shirt. I smile as I recall missing the feeling of pain, or any feeling for that matter. I break the wood after so many punches and dirt begins to fill my confinement, contaminating the air with dust and soil. I quickly break the hole even bigger and maneuver myself to escape through my small passage, grabbing fist-fulls of dirt as I continue my escape.

I burrow my way through the ground as I see a light at the end, showing where the outside world was. With excitement pulsing through my veins, I quicken my pace and finally reach the top, but experience some difficulty pulling myself out of my dirty confinement. With a final strong push, I release myself from the soil; And I roll onto solid ground and lay there as I catch my breath. Once my ragged breath became calm, I begin to think about my only love…

L Lawliet…

His soft, black hair scattered across his face, falling and framing his face so perfectly. His dark endless eyes that captivate me and say so much. Milky white skin as delicate as porcelain, giving him an angelic look. His lithe frame, making him appear so dainty… I wish how I could touch every crevice of his body, make him call out and beg to me using his gorgeous voice, how I could mark him and show the world that he belongs only to me.

I find myself too lost in my thoughts as I realize that I must find him! My undying love has not been proclaimed, and he must be so sad with me being away for so long!

I sit up in fear as I begin to think that my little Lawli must miss me so! I spring forward to stand on my legs and lightly brush off some of the dirt that had settled on my clothes. With a slow pace I begin to walk. As I see a large gate I begin to skip and hum a song that has no name. I push the gates open and continue on my way, but stop momentarily to look at my fist that is dripping with fresh, warm blood. Quickly scooping up some of the blood, I write 'Beyond was here.' In sloppy red letters. I shrug at my work and continue on, thinking of my precious little Lawli, and running off into the moon-lit night.