There had been shouts..screams..accusations...and then...

Death...

The boy opened his eyes. He was floating in a sea of white. Kira...the self-proclaimed God, had failed. Failed at his task, his destiny, his purpose of being God. Now..Light Yagami didn't know where he was. Oh, he knew he was dead, that much was obvious. He'd seen that devil of a Shinigami named Ryuk fly off after writing his name in the Death Note because of Light being defeated, right after he'd been shot by Matsuda, right after Near's wrongful words of that he was a murderer.

"I...I failed." He whispered to himself. And Light knew where he wasn't. Not Heaven, and not Hell. It was the price of having used the Death Note.

"I failed them all..my people. The ones who needed me."

Light could still hear voices calling out in the white light. Near? The SPK? Matsuda? He didn't know, they were too quiet to make them specific. What troubled Light most was the fact that he didn't know where he was...or how long he'd been here. The teen estimated that he'd been floating, if that was what he was doing, for maybe only two, three moments.

"Is this..Purgatory?" Light had heard of the place between Heaven and Hell, and it only made sense that Kira would end up here, in this place. "But..I thought that Purgatory was dark and eerie."

Light stared at the 'sky' above him. Nothing went through his mind except the fact that he lost...lost to L to be more specific. The detective had died, thanks to him, and yet, the insomniac still had come out on top, with his 'heirs', if they really could be called that, winning, defeating God. Light imagined that L was smirking, wherever he was, for not only knowing he'd been right all along with Light Yagami being Kira, but for Kira's miserable and humiliating defeat

"How could they defeat me?! Why?! How?! I am a God!" Light screamed into the light. He figured no one could hear him, since there seemed to be no one else there, but the teen couldn't help but scream in anguish. How? Everything had been going so well, so perfect.

And L..the bastard. He knew that even if for some reason he lost, if for some reason he was killed, Near and Mello would pick up the pieces, along with the NPA and SPK, and move on, and would eventually catch Kira. The detective knew with all his heart that Kira would mess up, and would come into sight, and be disarmed of all his power.

"L...you did this to me. If you'd minded your own business...nothing would have happened. Nothing! I'd be left to rule! I-"

But Light was cut off as he felt his 'body', more correctly, soul, fall rapidly into more white light. He tried to scream, but it felt as if his throat had been silenced by some unseen power. Like it had been cut off with a pair of invisible scissors.

Light felt himself hit something hard, and he turned his head, noticing that he was lying on pure white tile.

"Great! Now where am I?!" Light angrily muttered, and his eyes turned wide with shock when he realized his voice had returned.

"You still talk too much, your voice should have stayed away." A quiet voice called out.

Light gasped, No...it can't be..I have to be imaging this...

"And from what I heard when you were up there, you still blame others for your problems and situations...I figured you were more mature than that Yagami-kun."

Light heard footsteps on the tile, quiet ones, meaning...no shoes were being worn by the walker.

"No...it can't be..you're supposed to be dead.." The frightened and shocked teen whispered to himself.

"But..I guess I should call you Kira, right?" Came the voice, and the footsteps stopped.

He didn't want to whisper the name, the hated name, the hated identity, but shock controlled his mouth and mind.

"L?" Came the soft whisper, and then...

The detective stepped out from the white light, and curtly nodded his head.