Me: This is my first story on FanFiction so be nice!

L: But, if they were to be 'nice', your work won't improve.

Me: I don't mind criticism but what I mean is don't be too mean about it -.-

L: But what if it's rubbish?

Me: ... Just do the disclaimer -.-

L: She doesn't own Death Note otherwise I wouldn't be dead. She, however, owns any additional character mentioned in the story.

Me: Enjoy! :D

L: If it's well written.

Me: -throws strawberries at L- SHUT UP!

Prologue

Rule I- The name who is written in this notebook shall die

Death. It wasn't something that I would commonly think about. From my point of view, we live our lives giving ourselves purpose in this world. We are born, we learn, we gain, and on many occasions, we love. Many people live ordinary lives as ordinary people until they are cruelly ripped away from the world leaving the people who have many years ahead of them grieving.

Once a person's life span has reached its ends, it is supposedly decided where they are fated to spend their afterlife: will it be Heaven or Hell? Or perhaps they were to remain a lost soul amongst the living. This is supposedly what happens. However, many people have different views on the matter. Reincarnation, Evolution, Heaven and Hell... There were endless possibilities.

Until a lowly teenage boy was to decide the fate of others.

World-wide, people were stripped of their faith. The never-ending list cut short. And this disgusted me. It disturbed me how an 'ordinary' person could handle such a horrific burden on their back and just simply shrug it off like Kira did. During the short time where Kira had reigned, I had come to the conclusion that Kira wasn't mentally sound. Like many geniuses of history, he was misunderstood. He wanted the best for the world, but it meant he would go to any measures to get what he wanted.

This is why I am neither for nor against Kira.

Unfortunately, in the end, we all die. No one could live forever. And once their life-span was up, there was no way to reanimate the dead, right?

"Ryuzaki?" The incompetent detective interrupted the raven-haired man's train of thought. His eyes burned into the screen in front of him. He was exhausted, but afraid to admit it. Holding back a yawn expertly, he swivelled his chair around to look at Matsuda.

"What is it, Matsuda?"He grumbled. His voice was flat- as it always was.

"Have you ever... Well, y'know, been in love?"

"Matsuda! Don't ask something so personal!" Light scolded the older man. "I doubt Ryuzaki would want to discuss it with you any-"

"Yes." He mumbled.

"What!"

Rule II- All humans, no matter what they do in life, will go to the same place when they die. All humans are equal in life. Once dead, they can never be brought back.

It sounded plausible. Why would one want to bring the person back from the dead when one has purposefully killed them in the first place? However, I wished to know more. Did these rules only apply to the Death Note or in general?

Could it be rendered possible to bring another human being back to life?

Of course, it wasn't something I would regularly think about. But I wondered if anyone had even attempted to look into it. It seemed unlikely that you could extend someone's life-span, after all. And if such a discovery was to be made world-wide, havoc would rise. People from all around the world will abuse these powers. Bringing back their loved ones, bringing back those that they believed didn't deserve to die. Until, eventually, the world would be largely overpopulated. Food and energy sources will rapidly run out and life-spans would naturally be cut short.

And nothing will be left to keep Earth going.

So I was grateful nobody had attempted to research into it; for even I would take advantage of its abilities. And that wouldn't make me any better than Kira, would it?

We are all human. And we all long for the impossible. Is that such a bad thing?

"Well Ryuzaki- I really didn't expect you to be the romanticist type." Light smirked in the flickering light being produced from the computer behind L. Ignoring the teen, L scooped a heaped teaspoon of sugar and poured it into his bitter drink one after the other. He brought the steaming cup to his lips and lightly sipped his sickly sweet coffee.

"Well, Ryuzaki? Are you going to tell us about her?" Matsuda's eyes lit up in excitement as he gazed down at his idol. L tucked his knees tighter to his chest and rested his cup on the tray facing away from the Task Force. "...Or him?" Matsuda gulped scratching the back of his neck. Aizawa emerged from the sofa behind Light and lunged for Matsuda.

"Matsuda you IDIOT! Will you stop asking Ryuzaki about his personal life and get on with the case!" he groaned. Aizawa's temper seemed to be easily lost when Matsuda would begin to babble about love and fame and all that superficial crap.

"Easy there, Aizawa!" Light chuckled. "I've got to admit, even I'm growing interested about Ryuzaki's little love affair." Matsuda childishly stuck his tongue out at his colleague before returning to his feet ready to question L further. After half an hour of fiercely interrogating the poor man, L finally broke.

"Matsuda, you should really be with Misa Amane right now, correct?" L stressed turning to Matsuda tiredly. He shook his head.

"Nope. She hasn't got anything scheduled for today. Well, except that date with Light." He looked over to Light and winked before continuing. "Just tell us, Ryuzaki." He moaned into L's ear.

"Fine." He sighed staring scornfully at Matsuda. "We were both young, and I was foolish. Before I could declare anything to her, she was involved in a terrible case that ended up taking her life. And a case that encouraged me to take my current place as the best detective in the world." He rushed through the details. His heart sank deeper and deeper with each word he spoke.

"Oh..." Matsuda was speechless. Light gazed over to L who had hunched even further forward into his seat. He returned to the computer and began vigorously typing. Light felt guilty.

L was human. He had feelings, and he had a past. Just like everyone else. And it was wrong for everyone to think otherwise.

Reanimating the dead or even preventing it- extending life beyond its limits. A crazy thought. But it wasn't impossible as such.

But to think that I would stumble across something that could make such a feat possible would be ludicrous. Perhaps even stupid even to prevent my own, or my beloved's death...

After all, I'm here now aren't I? But can I safely say the same for him?

This is S signing out.

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