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Death Slave	By : logan1458 Category: Death Note > Yaoi-Male/Male > Light/B Views: 1669 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Death Slave
- 2-Sex Chapter
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Disclaimer: These characters are not my property they belong to the creators and publishers of Death note and related works. Death Note does not belong to me and I make no money from this fiction.

Summary: In the Shinigami Realm, Light becomes the slave of the Shinigami King. This chapter is approximately build up and a brief layout of how these characters arrived in their situation. The next chapter will be more of the sexual variety.

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I sit on the throne motionlessly, the heavy weight of the atmosphere speaking for me of the power I hold in this position. I wait patiently. Yes, waiting. Even in death. It's something of a thrill that I didn't expect to carry over into the afterlife, the thrill of this tense anticipation. It grows more intense with each passing moment of silence, stillness, absence... making the moments to come even sweeter. It's a feeling of hunger I've never lost, nor will; the feeling of waiting for your prey to step into sight. He was a powerful adversary before... but now I am King, and his luck has run dry.

Jastin recites a name, perhaps the hundredth victim of Kira; I can't be sure because I'd forgotten he was there until this most recent utterance. He has been making his way slowly down a very lengthy list for quite some time now, and I find it insulting. I scrawl the name in my Death Note and lift my gaze to the front of the great hall I reside in, about to dismiss him, about to demand he give the day's duties to someone else, when I feel Kira’s approach. He is almost here.

“You are too interested in this subject,” Jastin says more loudly than before. He recites another name, and cause of death, then instructs, “You should guard yourself more carefully; he comes with selfish intentions, he will attempt to put you under his thumb.”

I write the name in my Note and respond with quiet assertion, “This self-appointed god is no threat to me.”

Silence pervades the hall again for some time before Jastin says, “It is that self-appointed god which brought you here.”

“Had I not had the hands of fate,” I let my gaze slide over to him with dark hatred in them, “Twisting my path and strangling my future... he would never have beaten me by his own strength. There is no glory in shooting a caged animal.”

Jastin says nothing.

I settle back against the unrelenting throne, saying more quietly, “He may beg for mercy, but anyone who would pity him or rescue him is dead. There is no escape for him now. No more loopholes.”

48 seconds end. Armonia Jastin recites another name and my pen travels mechanically across the Note page. The doors to the dark room concealing my throne creak open and I let my pen still.

Light Yagami uses nearly all his force to push open the massive door, opening it just enough to step through and let the Shinigami Ryuuk follow him. His alert eyes study the scene then notice my Note. He bows briefly then lifts his head, saying confidently, “Before you finish what you’re writing, I have a proposal for you.”

I finish the name in my Note and revel in a satisfying inward grin and laugh; so amusing, well worth the wait. “Am I to understand. . . that you come before me unannounced, uncalled for, brazen and unbowing. . .to dictate orders to me.”

Yagami stares in shock briefly then acts to amend his ‘mistake’ and rigidly bows at the waistline.

I look over him with displeasure and my eyes narrow. “Lower.”

I can almost hear the boy’s pride tearing at his insides, but before he can make a decision whether to bow deeper or not, the 48 seconds are up, and he collapses to the floor, lifeless.

Ryuuk retreats from the doorway, the entertainment value far exceeded by the sense of danger at this point.

“Excuse us. I will handle this privately,” I order without taking my eyes off of the boy.

Jastin's tone is laced with disapproval. “Entertaining this fool's bargains is not your purpose.” He extends arm to hand off the scroll with the list of Kira’s victims, “Don’t neglect the order of how we process subjects such as this. He will be punished, and then he will cease to exist. That is the way of things.”

Light Yagami’s eyes reopen and he begins to push himself up, catching a glimpse over his shoulder of the jeweled skeleton leaving the room. He returns his eyes to me and begins to get up.

“Bow.”

The youthful frame hesitates and then cautiously bends to my command. He pulls his legs under himself and lowers his forehead to the ground reverently.

I allow the twisted smirk onto my face as I take in this act of submission. There are few rewards greater than seeing such an overwhelming pride forced to its knees, forced to cower prostrate at the feet of a higher power. “So this is the so-called “God of the New World”. I know of you. Tell me. Do you remember a certain day, several decades ago?”

Light cautiously raises his head, staring up at me curiously.

“January 21st, 2004.”

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January 21st, 2004

A rush of cold anxiety runs down my back and my red eyes dart to the small mirror in the corner of my cell out of habit; I stare at my reflection, sensing something and yet unable to see it. The pools of red stare back, seeing so clearly and yet so blind to the most crucial details, the elusive name and numbers...

The guards can sense the change in my demeanor, they can tell something is consuming my mind. They avoid my cell, they have too many deaths on their hands to make themselves any more nervous than they have to be, by paying me more attention than necessary.

My name is whispered down the hall as inmates wonder why I haven't been punished by Kira's hand yet. Beyond Birthday. Still alive, still overlooked by Kira's wrath...

My name is my last defense against a person such as Kira. Beyond Birthday; the alias that has kept me safe from the Death Note thus far, the name I assumed when I discovered my purpose... a name that would not protect me much longer.

The guards are escorting an inmate through the hall, transferring him to another cell while they investigate the death of his cell-mate. They've been dropping like flies, and as a result wind up playing a bizarrely entertaining prison edition of musical chairs with the cells while the guards try to keep things in order.

"Fuckin' Beyond Birthday," the transferring inmate chuckles, "Good to see you're still with us. You know you're as deserving of death as any of us, it's a wonder you've gone on this long."

I face my 'audience', bypassing his gaze to look at his numbers. He doesn't have much longer, and I a brief lance of irritation runs through me as he's stolen precious moments from me. Precious? Why precious...?

No, I know why. I can feel it. I am too closely related to the other world to remain oblivious. Death approaches.

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Misa Amane studies the picture of the convicted criminal, "What did he do?"

Light Yagami answers, "It isn't important. I've already researched the matters as thoroughly as possible."

"You want me to write him off for you?" She smiles sweetly and hops onto his desk.

"No… I'll handle this one. Just give me the name." Light turns his attention to the computer screen, staring into the deep red eyes of Beyond Birthday. His pen is poised carefully over his note, prepared to sentence his victim.

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The common sounds of the prison fade out; the clang of metal, the distant shouts of men blur into the background, as natural as the sound of air circulating. It's been like this since the transferring inmate passed. A strange sort of detachment...

A new sound, simple yet unique, punctuates the monotony. Pen scratches. Dramatic and overzealous pen scratches that read out loud in my mind, as if being recited to me. The first few pen scratches pass and I can recognize it is my last name. I hold my breath as the pen scratches continue, completing my name and disappearing.

"… and so... 48 seconds," I whisper quietly. It's happened. The Death Note has been turned against me, its impartial pages finally prison to my name as much as these four walls to my body. A blasphemy, a humiliation, a sickening abuse of power... that power should belong to me. How dare he.

But of course it isn't only him.

“30 seconds," I murmur neutrally.

Lawliet. Dammit L... if you hadn't... if we had only... if not...

So many “if”s. So much could have been different. Instead, I am faced with death. We abandoned ourselves, didn't we.

“15... 14...”

No regrets, except that... you should be here. It should be both of us. Damn you, Lawliet, I swore I wouldn't take the fall for you any more. All I wanted was...

Damn you, L. I still want it. I still want you. You're making my heart ache before the heart attack hits. Damn you.

The breath is stolen from me and I grimace as a seizing pain cuts into my chest. I suck in a deep breath, a useless one; I have no heart beat. I barely register this before my vision clouds over and blackens. All there is, is nothing.

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Light Yagami stands in his room alone, aside from his shinigami audience, staring down at his Death Note. "48 seconds. And that's it. Hn, even someone like him falls as the others, without any distinguishing significance."

Ryuuk queries, "What was the significance of this one?"

Light smirks and turns around, "Beyond Birthday had the ability to catch me, far too easily. With the Shinigami eyes, he could probably see that my death date is not visible, he would know that I own a Death Note. He could pick me out of a line up, out of a hundred people, easily. If L ever enlisted his help, I would be captured."

Ryuuk chuckles, "So you're killing detectives as well as anyone who could possibly catch you now?"

The young prodigy grins wider, "The beauty of it is that this can't possibly be seen as an act of self defense! He was a despicable criminal. I'm certain that the detective L will never mention this death or consider it to stand out from the others."

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I awake to silence more absolute than any I've ever experienced. A gray wasteland without sound or rhythm, without motion or breath, utterly devoid of life stretches out before me. Still. Stagnant. Immortal and undead. So this is the legendary Shinigami Realm.

An intricately jeweled skeleton stands before me. His voice is hollow as he states, “Welcome to your new world.”

"Jastin-san." I bow my head shallowly and stand up. "There is a mistake. I cannot be killed. You know of my blood, the Death Note has no power over me. Return me to the world of the living."

The jeweled skeleton shakes his head. "No. You cannot return. You are to remain in the Shinigami Realm forever now."

The response brings rage into my eyes but the finality, the coldness of his certainty extinguishes it, leaving me feeling even more trapped than before. Then it occurs to me, and I counter, "My Death Note is in the human world still."

But Armonia dismisses it. "It is unimportant. You will receive the Shingami King's Death Note."

My expression doesn’t change; there is no negotiation. Somewhere, in the back of my mind, I knew. I've known all along. The disappointment is familiar, almost welcome. I’ve said goodbye to being human, to being any part of that world.

"We've been without a king for over a century now," Jastin says smoothly, only loud enough for me to hear as he turns and strides toward a castle-like structure, knowing that I'll follow. "You will not let the other Shinigami become aware of this. They should not know their own king let himself turn to dust; I have acted as their king in secret as I've waited for this moment, your arrival."

"I'm sure,” I retort, “And I resent you for it, for the plans you made. Cutting me down bit by bit, your own personal marionette, only to suffer, and then die in disgrace."

"It was the only way," Jastin responds firmly, "To create a King unlike any who have ever been, you had to live amongst the living. You have a different perception of human life, and you've ascended to become a Shinigami with a knowledge more comprehensive than any others. Who better to be our king and bring a new era to our existence?"

I grit my teeth; yes, I would be their King. I would rule their world. I would bring a new era – and the coming years, like everything else, would be mine. I would take this world and slowly slice it and steam it and leave it to simmer before me, letting it steep in the venom of my bitterness until it was truly a feast for my revenge. And then I would devour it, wholly, completely, until every last pang of my vindictive hunger was satisfied, and nothing but bones were left on a stark-white platter in the dark.

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Spark Notes/ chapter spoilers: Light is in the shinigami world and Beyond Birthday is the king of the shinigami. He is resentful and has a hard grudge against Light.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ue8fM2FBL_A

Here is a video clip of an alternate ending to Death Note. It is the idea that my story is based off of. It is an explanation of how Light came to be in the shinigami world now. For those of you who watch this, you can skip past the opening in the next chapter.
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