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L, Light, Mello and Matt sat in a circle/square, around a tartan blanket. Silence hung in the air, but it was quiet and peaceful, not loud and ringing. Most importantly, it was not awkward.
The sun came out from behind its cloud and Mello took his hooded jacket off, swinging it at the grassy ground, his blonde hair gleaming in the pink sunlight.
"Strange weather," said Matt. "Strange… space."
"Mmm," L murmured. For 2D people, a 3D world had taken a bit of getting used to. Just a bit though; they were a pretty smart bunch.
After respectively being killed by Rem, 24 men with guns, Takada, and Ryuk, the two L-dudes and the two M-dudes had waited in the dead queue for ages. Then, after finally being processed (when God got around to it) and waking up in Afterlifeland, they'd each had a few days of wandering around until they found each other.
Now they were having a picnic on a grassy knoll. This picnic had been going on for... somewhere between three seconds and eight years - none of them could really tell.
Anyway, by this time, whatever this time was, L and Light had 'reconciled their differences' and were 'sharing' a piece of cake. Mello was chewing on a chocolate bar with one side of his mouth, and Matt was staring into the distance, adjusting his goggles, trying to see the rainbow.
"There is no rainbow," Mello snapped. But there was, surely, thought Matt, squinting. Just to annoy Mello he leaned back, showing off his shadow that none of the others had since they had been killed with a notebook, whereas Matt had been killed by having tonnes of bullets shot through him.
"I really thought I would go to heaven, if anywhere," said Light arrogantly, twisting his cake fork around in the air. L inched the cake away from Light, silently annoyed.
"I thought you'd go to hell," said Mello, looking Light straight in the eyes. They had a brief staring contest, which Mello won.
"I thought I'd go to hell too," he then added, frowning slightly.
"And me," said Matt.
L was an atheist.
"What the hell is this place anyway?" Mello demanded, gazing around at the scenery. In the distance was a river. No one answered.
WELL. God wouldn't have admitted it, but He was currently going through a mid life crisis. He had started reading Nietzsche and drinking too much beer and thinking 'this beer is bad for my ageing kidneys' and drinking even more beer and worrying about everything. Consequently He'd given up a bit on the whole Heaven/hell thing and had been sending pretty much everyone to Afterlifeland, a place even more morally ambiguous than limbo.