This is not my first fanfiction, but this is my first on this website! I haven't written for L in a while, but I hope this is alright. Also, I should tell you: I know absolutely nothing about actual robots and programming. So if this pisses anyone off, I'm genuinely sorry, because I totally could be reading about things like that but I know I won't. All I wanted this to be was light-hearted and I don't feel the need to make it so accurate when it's only a fanfiction.
Also, robots should represent Shinigami. This is in modern time, with the addition of these robots. There will be an original mystery element in this, not just them doing what ever. There is a plot!
So keep that in mind!
She rolled the question over in her head. It was always something she thought about, like a child, she knew, but it was a compelling thought. She couldn't help but ponder on it night after night with her body shivering from the lack of warmth she would produce. The thought of dying was a scary thought, it was one of the things she couldn't mentally grasp. She'd never once come close to death until now, and yes, that scared her horribly.
Of course, Witiko knew in her state that she was to die sooner or later. It hadn't been spoken of, and once L tried to bring it up, he was shot down immediately. But everyone knew. The house became more and more solemn, a turn she didn't think was possible when the house was always so quiet by nature. She was left in her thoughts, thoughts about her past... she shared many moments with her mother and her father... her name meant a lot to her, not something many could say about one's own name. Her parents both died, but that was okay, she would once again return to them for a short period before being brought back to earth.
They spoke of the return she would have. Her soul would leave her body, but her mind never would. It would be taken care of until her body could be replaced for something else. Witiko would forever be of use to the human world as long as she could have her brain taken well care of.
It was an internal attack on the heart, her blood stream, and breathing. It would have an impact on her brain, but not nearly as much as one that specifically targeted it. She was thankful for that.
"...How long would it take for a body to be created, Watari?" Witiko asked slowly, not able to sit up in her bed, but she did seem much more alive than she had in months.
"That depends on how quickly L would like his assistant back," he explained, sitting by her bedside. "If I would be the one recreating your body, it would take many years," he lowered his voice to a near whisper, "and I can't say if L should still be around at that time. It's hard to say, Witiko. But at most, my estimate would be ten years."
The boy with the dark hair perked up in his chair on the other side of her, "I never agreed to any of this, Watari..." his habits started coming through in his frustration. "Witiko really never should have been treated like a robot in the first place, and to put her in the body of one would be against my morals."
Witiko looked at him and held back from smiling, Morals? What Morals?
"Would it be helpful to have an artificial version when there is another child on the way? There's Near. You specifically told me he surpassed Witiko's own intelligence and creativity. There truly is no point in trying to get her to live forever," L concluded, relaxing a little now that he got that out of him. Well, as relaxed as one could get in his position of constant uneasiness.
"But there is," Witiko piped up, begging him to go along with it. "If Watari could artificially enhance what I already have, wouldn't it be optimal? I've always been by your side, would you like me to leave, L? My original and artificial intelligence combined would be extraordinary."
Before he could consider it, she continued, "The body I'd be placed in; my memories would be completely gone, my habits wouldn't exist, my name would still be Witiko though. I would still be here. My body would be literal armor and there's so much more there could be if you'd just let me live. I can't die yet. Doesn't that go against your 'morals?'"
"You know you should yourself, Witiko," the young boy said honestly. "For you to artificially be at my side wouldn't be the same, it'd be wrong to name something like it after yourself."
"But it would be me, L!" Witiko sat up and she knew she wasn't supposed to raise her voice, but it came out anyway. "You don't understand! You would regret it, I know you would! I deserve to stay by your side, whether it's artificial or not, you cannot let me die!"
"I don't want to die yet..." the girl said as she was gently pushed back into her bed. "I want to live. Please consider my choice."
L pressed his thumb to his lips to keep himself from saying any more as she fell back into her shivering sleep. He could only look at her for a second or two before feeling sick. It wasn't right... it just wasn't. There was no possible way for him to feel okay about any of this. For his only friend to die, and then for him to be tortured by a presence that wasn't hers, but dangerously close to it. Did she not have any sympathy for him? However, that would be hard... he hadn't especially shown her sympathy through the years.
He eyed his guardian, Watari, once more before leaving the room. He'd take care of her brain, he knew he would.