Dreams -A Death Note Fanfiction-

Chapter One

Light's eyes fluttered open. The events of his past were burning through his mind. His eyes quickly darted from side to side as he was forced to watch agonizing memories, every little mistake that he'd ever made and how it had led him to where he was now. His genius mind was on the verge of breaking. No one would have realized how much madness engulfed his life, not even Light himself, had he not been watching it all at the very moment. It was unbelievable how carless and stupid he had been; how he had let such trivial things slip between his fingers.

Light was starting to see past the visions and memories. As his vision slowly returned, he found himself staring up at a starless sky. At first, Light thought that he was still blinded, but his eyes focused in on distance and a few particles of sand which blew past his face and he realized that he could see. He could also feel a rocky ground beneath him. Light used his hands to push off of the rather comfortable position on the ground and sit up, leaning his torso over on to his knees slightly. As much as he would have liked to just lay there, it was the position in which his heart had stopped. The most vivid memory that he had just witnessed was still there in his head. And it would be forever. It was the memory of L standing over his broken, dying form. That rare expression plastered on his enemy's face... That damned smile, telling Light that in the end, L had indeed won and Light had lost. Kira had failed. Failed at creating his perfect world. And now he was damned. Light would still be alive had that little brat, Near, never interfered. He was so inferior to L. For an underling, a student, he had much to learn before he could even consider taking on the title of 'L.' Yet, somehow, he had defeated Light. After six years of Kira slipping between the Japanese Task Force and the FBI's fingers, Near and the SPK had brought forth his downfall.

Snapping out of his pensive state of thought, Light positioned his hands so that he could push up and stand. Right as his hands came into eyesight, his heart seemingly stopped and he let out a very much audible gasp. His hands... No. Those couldn't be his hands. It was an optical illusion, a reflection of the light. He had to be dreaming. He brought his hands to his face and his eyes scanned every little detail of each finger; if you could still call them fingers... They were skeletal. Skinny, white segments somehow connected and moved without muscles and tendons. He bent each finger and realized that the flesh on his hands were gone. More anxiety overcame Light as he slowly reached over and gently clenched onto the hem of his sleeve. Time seemingly froze as Light realized what was under his sleeve. With one fluent motion, he lifted up both his brown, business coat and white dress shirt up to elbow length, ripping them up the sides with a newfound strength. The skin and flesh were still attached to his forearm and elbow, but immediately began to melt and slid off, revealing more white bone. Light was speechless, thoughtless, motionless... He didn't know what to think about this, he didn't understand it at all.

Light lifted his bony hands to his face and ran his fingers over his face. He felt ridged cheekbones and exposed teeth. If his face had melted away, then why was he able to see? If his eyes had stayed intact and not dried out without eyelids already, then the next question was how he was able to blink. Light proceeded to run his hands up his skeletal face to his scalp. It appeared that most all of his hair was still with him somehow. He could feel the rough texture and complete dryness of it, though. It was disheveled and in random directions, spiking up and clumping together. He was sure this was the worst bed head he'd ever had. Light sighed. He then realized how little he'd been breathing since he'd awoken. Actually, he hadn't been breathing at all, save the few times where he'd had to seemingly force out a sigh or a gasp.

Deciding that he'd spent enough time, thinking things over and doing nothing, Light placed his hands back on the dry ground and pushed himself up. He was shocked at how much less he weighed now; although what did he expect? Two thirds of his body weight had just melted off of his bones, literally. He had trouble balancing and swayed a couple of times before finally being able to hold himself up. Now that he was standing, Light could finally take in his surroundings. With spectacular vision, Light scanned the land around him: The ground was dusty and grey, the rocks that he'd felt and had been lying on were actually sharp pieces of bone that he'd found had cut into his clothe, and mountains of rock and bone covered the rest of the scenery. It was the same for miles beyond the horizon.