RYOKAORI 11 THIS IS FOR YOU.

DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN DEATHNOTE

CHAPTER 1

(NEAR'S P.O.V)

The deathnote and deatheraser dropped to my feet onto the wet grass. I was dripping wet from head to bottom, as I watched in awe, as L clawed his way out of his grave. I didn't help him. I couldn't. It was like my brain had shut down, from what I was seeing.

L's name wasn't the only one I had rubbed off in the deathnote. The Japanese task force, and my team the SPK members came out from their hiding places now. Guns drawn and ready to fire, if L or Mello posed to be a threat. Strong wind blew, making my soaked shirt stick to my chest, as I shivered.

I hugged myself, as my hair felt like a soggy mop on my head. L and Mello were standing in their funeral clothes covered in mud. L's panda eyes seemed blank and dead. I dared to take a step closer. As I squinted I could see confusion in L's eyes.

I glanced quickly at Mello who stared at my far left. He had the same look in his eyes. I turned quickly to both teams who were behind me, as I guestured it was safe and they posed no threat. Halle and Rester sprinted to the car to get blankets to cover them.

I turned my attention back to L and Mello who hadn't moved from where they stood. I shivered as L's panda looking eyes just stared at me. No life in them. I shivered again realizing that I needed to get out of the cold soon. Halle and Rester along with the rest of the team had reached us, and were taking Mello and L back to the cars.

I watched as they took them. I glanced around the eerie cemetery. Trees were swaying, as their shadows looked like distorted creatures on the ground. The moonlight was so bright, that you could read the names off the headstones clearly. The only sound you could hear now was the heavy rain and the howling wind.

Had I made the right decision to revive Mello and L?

This morning (the wee hours of the morning) I would soon find out.

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I sat quietly across from L now. We decided to put Mello in the other room to analyse them separately. A towel was on my head now, since my hair was difficult to dry. L sat now, clean in his infamous white long sleeve shirt, and faded blue pants.

He had a towel on his head too. His skin didn't look any different from his usual pale appearance. His eyes still dead. He looked in so many ways the same, and at the same time did not. His eyes glued to his feet that were bare feet, as he sat limply.

Both teams were present, but silent, as they looked on with anticipation, as to hear what L had to say. "L are you ok?" I questioned. His dead eyes slowly met my gaze. No response. "Would you like some sweets?" I tried again knowing that was his favorite.

Like the first time no response. Something was definitely wrong. Either L was intentionally not responding, or he had come back a zombie. I exchanged worried looks with both teams.

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(SAYU'S P.O.V)

I yawned softly, as I rolled over to face my boyfriend. He breathed softly, as his thick white bangs covered his eyes. Like an angel I thought, as I smiled. The sun peeped through the curtains indicating that morning had approached. When he showed up unexpected last night to sleep over, he didn't seem like himself.

Most of the time he seemed like he was in a trance. I liked to call it his thinking mode. He also seemed flustered. When I couldn't take it anymore I started demanding answers. I wasn't a cold person, but I was worried. I had never see him like that before.

When he didn't reply to any of my questions, I was about to leave him downstairs, when he suddenly opened up to me. He told me that he brought back my past kidnapper Mello, and L who worked with Dad and Light. I broke Mom's favorite bowl on hearing this.

I knelt before him, and whispered if he was going to be alright, now understanding the gravity of the situation. He said he couldn't take seeing his mentor L in a zombie like state….it was killing him. He needed to be anywhere but the headquarters.

He hadn't said anything else for the rest of the night. I stared at him worried of what his reaction would be when he woke up. Near wasn't a predictable boyfriend. He didn't say much, but when he did: I usually took his words to heart. I sighed unhappy, as I stared at his chest.

That's what was making me so unhappy right now. It was because of his unpredictableness that made us so distant from one another. I thought when I decided to date him, all this mystery about him would clear up. It didn't. Certain things about his life he decided to keep hidden from me. Even his present thoughts. I hated when he did that.

Near was like a puzzle with one giant padlock, that I couldn't unlock even if I had the correct key. My gaze drifted back to his face, to meet his cautious gray owlish eyes, that had been watching me all along.