Death Note: Game Over (An AU fanfiction)

Summons From the Shinigami King

"What does the Shinigami King want with me?" L asked.

The shinigami carrying him shrugged. "Don't know. Don't care. The king ordered me to carry you to him if you woke up so here we are."

L wasn't sure where here was. Both him and his ride were still surrounded by darkness. As far as L could tell, here was nowhere.

Then a gray smudge grew on the horizon. The shinigami flew up into it and L found himself in another world. Not that there was much to see in this particular world. It was wasteland composed mostly of gray sand and boulders. The one structure in sight was the well that he and the shinigami had just flown out of. As the shinigami soared over the landscape, L spotted the inhabitants of this particular world. They came in all shapes. One looked like a human skeleton with a wrapped ball for a head. Another looked a white chrysalsis. Yet another possessed bat wings bigger then its four foot heigh skeletal body. 

They are shinigami  L concluded. I am in the shinigami realm.

L hadn't realized that the place would be quite so boring. It wasn't just the dull gray colored landscape. The shinigami themselves were not doing anything interesting either. Most of them lounged around on boulders either playing dice or taking naps. The only ones close to doing something interesting were the shinigami who were looking down into the holes and writing something in their notebooks. Even that would have been boring if L hadn't know that what they were writing in were death notes. The idea of watching Kira kill people that way had been terrifying, watching the shinigami kill people that way was not. Maybe it was just the idea of a human having that kind of power that was terrifying.

The shinigami carrying L swooped dived towards a trio of shinigami playing some kind of card game. The rocks being pushed into the center reminded L of tokens in a game of poker. Did Shinigami play human games like poker?

One of the shinigami with a body that looked like the skeleton of a dead viking with jeweled eyes looked up as they passed overhead. L narrowly missed being hit with a leather bag as his ride dropped it on the head of the viking shinigami. The viking shinigami caught the bag before it could reach his head and looked inside.

"Told you, Fyora!" the viking shinigami crowed.

"Never betting with Rubyi again," Fyora muttered, tightening his grip on L's arms.

L craned his necks to catch a glimpse of what was in the bag. Rubyi pulled out what looked like a black, wrinkled fruit and tossed it into his mouth. Was that an apple? Kira himself had told L in a message that shinigami loved apples. Had he been telling the truth?

Fyora rose higher into the air, flying towards chains embedded in the sky not far from a mountain. If L squinted, he could make out a white blob hanging from those chains. As they got closer to the mountain the blob grew arms with hands that had three claws each then developed eyeholes and a mouth. When Fyora dropped L onto the mountain top and landed himself, L realized that the blob had to be the Shinigami King.

Sure enough. The blob turned its eyes holes on Fyora and spoke, "Leave us."

Fyora flew off, grumbling. "Next time you need a human, call some other shinigami. I don't run a taxi service."

"L Lawliet," the blob said.

It took L a moment to recognize his own name which was a sad statement on L's life. He had given up his true name long ago to become L. Not since before he became a detective had he been called by it. As far as L knew, only he and Watari knew that name.

"That is your name is it not?" The blob asked.

L nodded.

"You are the detective who almost took down the human calling himself Kira."