A little shiver; as if the chill of the grave is already catching up upon me
Light takes a step foreward. Rests the barrel of the gun directly between unseeing eyes. Eyes, flitting around, absorbing nothing more than color and need and oh god, pain.
--but before Light can pull the trigger, before anything else, his eyes register something else. Something strangely familiar.
A lavish hallway.
Blood. He's covered in blood--in his hair (thankfully, regrown), his clothes, it drips from his face and down his chin. N lets out a panicked sound and stumbles backwards, only to slip on the blood and fall on his tailbone on the ground, crawling backwards until his back hit the wall.
His eyes are wide, shocked, unfocused. What's going on--he doesn't--it's not--Light--Light--light is streaming in from the gentle bulbs against the ceiling. N clutches at his stomach, his chest, where his shirt was torn in the shape of bullet holes. The clothing is ruined, but his skin is unbroken, tingling with the phantom pain
N doesn't make an effort to stand, his mind unable to wrap around the concept.
He's back.
[[ooc: Kira!Near returns from his adventures in his own timeline, thanks to Mihael and A's (somewhat misfired) transportation spell. Have fun!]]