Author's Notes;;

*Dedications at end of chapter*

Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note or any of the characters. I'm just a fan and have no way to get you in contact with anyone, even if I wish I could. :)

Warning 1: This fic is rated M for Mature content. If you're below age, you should guide yourself away from this story.

Warning 2: This fic may contain spoilers.

Note 1: I have read the Manga, seen the Anime and the movies and will be taking things from each and blending the things I liked best from each. This is definitely A/U considering it is a SEQUEL to my other story, Twisted Midnight, so this is the only warning about that which I will give. Please do not get angry at me for not sticking to the Manga or w/e, this is my story and it technically takes place AFTER both characters have died. However, any constructive criticism, questions or just plain comments are always welcome. ^_^

Note 2: I really really like reviews. Why? It keeps me on the right track and keeps me motivated to write more. Your thoughts are always appreciated.

Note 3: This fic is a SEQUEL, and I recommend reading Twisted Midnight before reading this fic, although it is not necessary, references will be made to events that took place within it.

Chapter One:

I had been content with my lot in life, and I had been content with the manner of my death. Not everyone got to choose how they would die, nor did they get to know the exact time. True, I could have saved myself and the person who meant the most to me, but that would have been cheating. He'd tried to kill me and so I wrote my name down in a note book before he could then forced my own death so he thought his plan would succeed. It worked, and I was revived as planned, and the murderer responsible for thousands of deaths was put to rest himself, given a dose of his own medicine as he died of a heart attack. But the person whose name is written in the note shall die. If the name of a person is written in two note books, only the one in which it was written first will be effective. These were the rules under which I had agreed to, and to have backed out would still have been admitting defeat. And so I died, and knew there should be nothing waiting for me, but I drew a small comfort that the murderer shared my fate. Kira was destined for Nothing as well, for none who use the Death Note can go to either Heaven or Hell. In fact, I'd even counted down to the minute in which I would cease to be alive, the seconds ticking until my body ceased to function and my heart stopped working. So why, then, was I blinking up at a white ceiling when I shouldn't be seeing anything? If this was Nothing, then I was confused.

I heard a groan from beside me and I shifted, eyes widening in horror as Light Yagami was laying there. And he was alive, breathing, moving and opening those chocolate eyes. He flipped onto his side, his left side, and smiled sleepily at me. "Hi…" I felt my throat constrict and I blinked, swallowing down saliva as my glands started working in over-drive. I was nervous. He blinked and sat up, looking a bit confused, and I followed the motion and matched it, hunching into my usual position. "Wh-where are we?"

For the first time I took in my surroundings. We were in a room that had white walls and matching ceiling, and we were on a white carpet. We weren't on a bed anymore and he was on my right…not my left. I'd left him on my left side when I'd…Had I used the eraser and just forgotten? Blocked it out of my memory? No…if that had been the case then he and I would still be in that dingy motel. What had happened? Where were we? It was a good question and I shrugged, keeping my face neutral. "What's the last thing you remember?" The question was a simple one, but I was afraid of the answer. He was being awfully friendly for someone whose demise I had just set up; for someone whose world I had just brought to a screeching halt.

His brow furrowed and he ran a hand through that gorgeous hair which looked tousled from sleep and he answered, "I – I don't know. I mean, everything just seems kind of fuzzy around the edges. We were chasing Kira, trying to figure out if Misa-chan was the second Kira and you told me your plan as to finding out." He frowned and I could practically feel the concentration coming off of him in waves, "Then…I don't remember what happened. We were setting a trap for Kira…"

My heart, already fragments of a shattered mirror, ached and I had to wonder if this was yet another lie. "Light…"

He cut me off, eyes full of the passion I remembered from when we had been working together from before he had gotten his memories back, "Ryuuzaki…did we, I mean, did we get him? I don't remember..." He took my hand in his and I flinched but didn't pull away. "Did we catch Kira?"

I nodded, needing to look away from those questioning eyes, eyes that looked all too honest, and my feet fidgeted, toes in their endless battle with each other and I just said, "Yes. We got him." I gave his hand in mine a gentle squeeze and forced a small smile.

"Well? What happened? I – I don't remember. Who was he?" I couldn't believe he didn't remember, then again, he was no longer an owner of a Death Note – why should he? So that was how it worked, if a person owned one and gave it up or lost it due to death, they forget about it. Although I highly doubted the latter got reversed all that frequently, the dead did not just wake up in foreign places all that often. Then again, that didn't explain me. Oh, right…if you'd touched a Death Note you didn't own, until you owned that Death Note and forfeited or lost it, you wouldn't lose your memories. I opened up the watch on my wrist and then remembered the paper was gone and he said, "Isn't that…mine?"

I just shook my head and pulled my hand from his, switching to kneeling instead and I closed the distance between us, kissing him gently on the cheek. I slipped off the watch and carefully put it on his wrist, clasping the metal together slowly. "You." But I draped my arms over his shoulders and nuzzled his neck gently, inhaling the scent of him and he was alive and I wasn't exactly upset about it. "Light, you were Kira, and we both died." I pulled my face away enough to look him in the eyes and said, "We wound up killing each other, even if the blame is indirect."

His eyes showed his obvious surprise and they locked on mine as if searching for something. "But, I, well I mean…I can't be Kira…I'm not Kira, I know I'm not!" I couldn't go through this all again, the agony, and I started to move away from him and he asked, "You…you're serious, aren't you?" I took a deep breath and only nodded at him, my attitude somber as he wrapped his arms around my waist and I eased into the embrace slowly. "I – well, I don't believe you."

"Believe what you want, but I know the truth, Light-kun." He shifted as if restless and I didn't blame him in the slightest for his unease. The unasked question burned in his eyes and I voiced it for him, "Then why am I…like this?" My hands found the back of his neck and his hair, combing through the brown tresses absent-mindedly. He nodded and I smiled, "Because I, well, you're obviously not Kira right now." I didn't really know why I still wanted to touch him, still wanted to be with him, despite knowing what he had done. Love was stupid; it made people stupid and made them do stupid things, like getting into a relationship with someone that was known to be an enemy. "Come on, let's figure out where we are and why we're alive." I thought about that as I stood up, offering him a hand which he took and amended what I'd said. "Or if we're alive and not merely in some strange kind of afterlife." No, surely I would have been blessed with the same kind of memory loss if that had been the case. Then again, I would hate if I found out later that I hadn't remembered something. But if this were supposed to bliss it was surely lacking.

There had been no windows in the white room that had been about ten feet wide by twelve feet long, the only adornment had been the plush, white carpet. White, what a symbolic color, really, and I had to wonder at it as I tried the round knob of the matching door. Even the knob had been bone white. The door opened inward and the hallway, from what I could see, was a deep midnight blue. It was a rich color, one that often surrounded starlight. Most people thought the night sky was black, but it was actually a dark, dark blue. Deeper even than navy, deeper than indigo, it was the darkest a blue hue could be before being black and it was beautiful. That was the color of the hallway. There were four doors in total, one which we had come out of, and I didn't bother looking in any of them because the one across from where I stood was all I could see.

It was the only thing that wasn't blue in the hallway and it had windows. They were a large set of double doors made from an ebony wood stained with black to enhance its natural color and each door had two windows in it. Outside the window was a scene of sand; and beyond the sand was water.

"Oh, good…you're awake." The voice that spoke sent shivers down my spine. It was female, and it was everywhere and nowhere all at once, and my reaction to it was immediate as every hair on my body seemed to stand on end. I turned to face the speaker and stepped slightly in front of Light, between her and him, and I saw she wasn't alone. There was a man and a woman standing at the other end of the hallway as if they'd always been there, only I knew they hadn't, or if they had they must have been invisible. The male was tall, almost seven feet, while the woman was barely over four feet tall. But no other word could be used to describe them other than man and woman, respectively, because they had a presence about them that belied that their age was uncountable despite a youthful appearance. Her hair was as dark as his was fair, his platinum blonde, almost white, and hers darker black than the wood of the door leading outside, but they had the same eyes: They had no whites in their eyes as any normal human would and instead the color was pure gold, the pupils gentle silver, serpentine slits. Their bodies were a mix of that midnight blue and gold swirls which constantly seemed to shift patterns and they wore togas of silver and blood red, but not the red of freshly spilled blood, no, it was darker color of blood already dry and turning closer to the shade of rust. Hers was draped over her right shoulder, leaving her left bare, and his was the opposite and I felt Light's hand slip into mine. "You did make us wait so…" Her voice was poutier now; it was a sound that matched her lips but not those fathomless eyes.

"Where are we?" I asked, getting down to business. "Moreover," I added, taking a brave step toward them and away from Light, "Who are you? Why were you apparently waiting for us?" She smiled secretively and looked over at the man before playing with a gold bangle on her wrist as if it were a habit.

"Who we are is none of your concern, L." My eyes went wide and I twitched. Who were these guys? "Light …" she focused her gaze on the younger boy behind me and I wanted to take a firmer place between them, but I didn't think Light's pride would allow me to do that.

Said boy in question stepped up next to me and, chin held high, "Maybe you could answer his other questions, then?" His face was proud, as I'd suspected, and I couldn't believe what was going on. Then again, after discovering the existence of Shinigami, I wasn't about to dismiss these two beings as otherworldly.

This time it was the man who spoke next, "Come now, they cannot go about their task without at least some information." They exchanged a glance that I didn't understand, then nodded, and he smiled in an almost welcoming manner. "This is my sister, Evandra, and I am Aaron. We are The Oracles and where we are is known as The Place Between," He opened a door on his right and said, "Please, join us in a meal. You are, after all, our guests."

Light smirked and said, "Wait…if you've got some task for us, and we're just supposed to do what you want, is there something in it for us?" I blinked, looking sideways at him and resisted the urge to hit him. "I mean…we don't know how dangerous this is-"

The woman, Evandra, cut him off angrily. "Are not your very lives reward enough? Is not the fact that you are standing here incentive enough, Light Yagami?"

It was then that I did something either incredibly smart, or incredibly stupid. "Wait…he doesn't remember!" Now I had their attention, all three of them, and I surged onward. "I will agree to help you before I hear your request on one condition: I want you to restore his memories."

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