Death Note one shots and short stories

The Other Path

Fear.

That is all I am able to comprehend, the intense fear of not knowing where I am because I can't recognize the room I'm in.

In fact, I can't see the room I'm in at all. The room was completely pitch-black, without any windows or dots of light anywhere to be seen.

I can feel the carpet beneath my feet when I sit up.

I don't remember falling asleep, and have no idea how I had gotten to a room without even a window to let in light. They aren't my rooms, because I've put up glow in the dark stars and planets on my ceiling, so there is always some light to see with.

There are no surveillance cameras either, due to the lack of red lights. Nor could I see the door, because there are always some lights on in the hallways, though they are dimmer at night.

I decide to stand up, sliding my feet along the floor as I work my way across the room.

I slowly try mapping out the room, trying to figure out where I am.

The room feels tidy, or at least, there isn't anything on the floor between where I was and where I've ended up.

That takes out L's room, since he tends to have candy wrappers and case files scattered across the floor.

I doubt I'm in Misa's suite either. She typically has magazines on the floor.

I don't know enough Matsuda to determine what his room is like.

I definitely hope I'm not on Light's floor.

I gradually make my way across the room until I hit the wall with my foot. I follow this wall, until I find a doorway.

This room contains a window, the moonlight gently cascading across the kitchen I am currently in.

I walk over to the window, hoping to get an idea of what floor I'm on.

However, instead of seeing some building or the Tokyo skyline, I see an expansive yard, with a large playground set, and a tall oak tree with a tree house built on it.

All this view informs me is that I'm not in Headquarters anymore. I'm not even certain I'm in Tokyo anymore, because I haven't seen anywhere in Tokyo that looked like this.

I turn around when the light turns on. L is standing in the doorway, a gentle smile on his face.

"Another dream?" He asks, as the confusion starts to from my mind. I merely nod. He chuckles.

"You absolutely need to stop watching Death Note before bed. We are not detectives, and Light and Misa are not killers. Shinigami don't exist. The only things they got right was Misa being a model and Mr. Yagami being Chief of the NPA."

"You're right, of course, Lawliet. We are Case Workers for Children Services. You and Light provide new homes for Children in our care as I go around to the homes to see whether or not the children should be removed."

"They have Matt, Mello and Nate as orphans at Wammys house, which doesn't even exist, at least not in the way it's shown in the anime. Matt does live in Roger's house as a foster child, and Roger was good friend of Watari's."

"Death Note has everyone's ages wrong. It's true that we all met when Light and Misa were 18 and still dating, but Mello wouldn't be born until a year after they got married, and Nate is only four years old. We're 27 now."

It was silent for a few minutes as I thought about the differences between Death Note and reality. I suppose the reason I'm so fascinated with the anime is that they got the characters appearances and voices perfect, even though I know that none of them voice their anime counterparts. The only person missing in the anime is me, which is why Lawliet doesn't care too much for it.

"The show would be so different if you were in it. The Kira Case probably wouldn't have dragged on so long, and we would not have been murdered." He explained to me when I asked him of his opinion on the anime.

L takes my hand giving me a tender kiss before leading me back to bed, reminding me that we have a hectic day of house visits tomorrow.

My last thought of the night was we were still making the world a better place, even if we aren't detectives, and we're doing it together