A/n: an alternate version of an older one I made.

Au: afterlife.

He didn't like how lonely it was in the graveyard. The place he's been trapped for so long. It was a struggle to force his way out of his coffin, at first he thought Kira killed him but somehow he managed to live and was buried alive. But then he saw his blood drained skin, the fact he could see when it was so dark, the face he didn't have a pulse and he realised he was dead. And it turns out there was an afterlife after all.

It took him a while to kick the coffin open, but he was out eventually and had been for years now. He would wander the graveyard, occasionally seeing other people.

He didn't want to leave the graveyard in case someone he knew fell to kira and was taken to the same place. He came to the conclusion that other people he sometimes saw were dead as well. But the there was a difference between someone who was actually dead and passed to the afterlife, and what he called 'openings'.

An opening was a spot that had thinner spiritual walls between living and dead. So sometimes he could see an alive person, or funerals happening. It was like a ghost, but the other way around.

No one ever visited him, or at least he couldn't see it. But he still waited. Longing for the day someone came to see him. The afterlife was lonely, cold, bland. He'd heard of locations where the dead get together to talk, party and try and replicate living, but he didn't want to miss any visitors. If they ever came...

He sat by the fountain in the centre of the graveyard, looking down at his reflection. He was ghostly pale, no blood. His eyes were sunken and dull, no life behind them. His clothes were slowly rotting away, they were torn, dirtied and falling apart. His hair was a mess, worse than when he was alive. He wondered if one day his flesh would rot away and he'd be nothing but talking bones. It was always dark in the afterlife, gloomy but peaceful.

He ran his fingers against the still water and created a ripple, mind wandering.

Was Kira still out there? Had he killed anyone else he knew?

He was snapped out of his thought by someone suddenly approaching behind him.

"L"

He knew that voice. He turned to see a boy, dyed black hair, Orange prison jumpsuit and severely burnt.

"Beyond?"

"Hey... it's been a while..." he said.

"It's been... years" L replied.

How did B even find him? What was he here for?

He'd obviously been dead for longer. He was very tattered. Torn clothes, bones exposed on his arms, burn scars drained of colour.

"I head Kira got you and came looking"

"News spreads from the living to the dead?"

"Yes, it just takes a while"

B sat opposite him on the edge of the fountain.

"Listen... about what I did..."

L was listening, just focusing on the reflection of the stars in the water. He wanted to know what B had to say about his crimes.

"I think dying changes your psyche, because I look back now and think... why did I do that? I mean, pretending to be you was creepy as hell, and I now realise I've committed awful crimes... out of spite"

L turned his attention to his former successor.

"I just wanted to be better than you at something for once... I thought if I couldn't surpass you, I'd trip you up. I'm sorry, living me was... crazy" B explained.

L didn't expect that at all, but it's not like he held a grudge. B was right, dying does change your psyche. L simply didn't care anymore. About kira? He still cared. About his still living successors? He still cared. But things that were in the past and in the life? He was dead, it didn't matter anymore.

"What does it matter anymore, we're dead..." L sighed.

"I... found A..."

L's interest peaked again. His first ever successor, who sadly couldn't take the pressure and ended his own life.

"Is he ok? L asked.

"Apart from a permanent mark around his neck, a few exposed bones and dull eyes... yeah. Death is like a reset, he'd not as depressed, but when you die you still have to live with the fact you left the world behind. So we're all still kind of sad" B explained.

"I get that..."

"You had a heart attack right?"

"Yeah, it hurt... but then there was just nothing"

"That's what I felt, it was worse then being burnt"

L starred down at the reflection of the moon in the water, silent for a moment. He wasn't upset about dying, but something else. Someone else.

"I was going to get married B... I fell in love, she gave me everything and now... I don't know if I'll ever see her again" L sighed.

That caught B off guard, he never thought L would find someone with the way his job worked. It was sad, being so happy ams exited to spend your life together, then leaving the world before you could.

"Ouch... that must hurt" he replied.

"It's worse than any heart attack. I just want to know if she's ok..."

"Well, tell me about her. What's she like?"

L thought for a moment, trying to find the words to describe you. It was hard, there was no word powerful enough, but he'd have to make do.

"She's... kind, brave when it comes to protecting what she loves. She's selfless, won't take shit form anyone. She's so pretty, has (e/c) eyes and (h/l) (h/c) hair. And... she's accepting, the only one I've met that didn't take one look at me and think wow, this guys a weirdo. She gave me a chance, I took it. I was the happiest I've ever been with her, but it's been three years and I don't know where she is, what she's doing, if she's ok... and it kills me all over again every day just knowing that. I hope ams pray Kira won't be the cause of her death, or her own hand. The only death I'll accept from her is the unavoidable kind. Like old age, chronic illness, an accident she couldn't control. I don't want to see her down here by the hand of a criminal" L explained

"And her name?" B asked.

"(Y/n)"

B suddenly looked up, giving L a surprised look.

"(Y/n) (l/n)?" He asked.

L immediately got worried, how did B know your name?

"Yeah that's her..."

"Dude... she's been down here for months. She got into a car crash with a drunk driver and showed up at the cemetery a block from the fancy church. I had no idea you knew her" B explained.

"S-she what? Is she ok?"

L was definitely properly listening now. He was sad you'd died, but happy you were somewhat close by.

"She sits in the big theatre next to the cemetery and just... plays piano all day. She won't talk to anyone"

"Take me there, now!"

For the first time, he left the graveyard. He followed Beyond through the streets of the dead. Peoples dead pets and relatives all living their undead lives. Some looked sad, some were happy to party for the rest of eternity. It took about an hour but he finally made it to the cemetery, and stood before your grave.

(Y/n)(l/n)
Aged 24
Wife to be, daughter, friend.

Wife to be... that hurt to read. After all these years you still loved him. Before he could truly process it, the sound of romantic classical music rang though the air of the cold dead cemetery.

"That's her. The front doors are open, you can get in that way" B explained.

"I have to see her. Thanks for everything B"

With those words L took off, weaving though headstones to the big gothic gates of the theatre. Running up the road and up the stairs of the building, he burst through the fancy doors. And low and behold, you were sitting at the grand piano.

Illuminated by a few candles, you wore a white dress, your whole right side bruised. Skin drained of blood, messy hair and tattered clothes.

"(Y/N)!"

The piano stopped when you heard your name. It couldn't be...

"L?" You mumbled, turning to face the noise.

Sure enough you were met with the worried dead eyes of your husband to be who'd been dead for three years.

"L!" You exclaimed, jumping form the chair and rushing over to him.

Meeting in the middle of the theatre, you dove into each others arms. You wasted no time, diving into a long awaited kiss. That kiss made you feel alive again for a brief moment. If you had a working body, you'd be crying right now.

The kiss broke and you smiled up at him.

"I didn't think I'd ever see you again..." he said.

"I thought I lost you for good. I promise you that I visited every weekend. There was always a bouquet of roses on your grave..."

He smiled down at you, touched by your kindness even after death. But that smile turned to worry when he saw the white medical eyepatch over your right eye.

"What happened to your eye?" He asked.

"In the crash that killed me... it was poked out. You don't want to see what's underneath. I bet all the bruising makes me look like a monster huh?"

"No! No! You're just a beautiful as the day I lost you..."

You leaned into him, resting your head on his chest and tightening your grip on him. All as B watched from the windows with an amuses look on his face.

"Damn... who knew that robot could be so romantic?" He mumbled to himself.

You giggled, enjoying the embrace of your lost lover.

"What?" He giggled back.

"I may be dead by my humour isn't"

Looking down at you slightly confused he raised an eyebrow under his long fringe quizzically. You just laughed at your own horrible pun before telling him:

"Looks like we took till death do us part I little TOO seriously"