A/N: Spoilers for episode 25/ chapter 58. Contains L's real name. One shot written whilst listening to a whole heap of funeral music... Thanks to my friend Mello (nickname) for inspiration. Warnings of swearing (1 occurance). Not beta'd.

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The Songs of a Funeral

The sky was a surprising blue. The clouds that went by were light, and fluffy. It didn't seem right, nothing seemed right anymore. Today shouldn't be such a nice day, it should be raining, and hailing, and fucking horrible.

Today is his funeral.

The faint breeze that blew in the wind moved my long coat as I stood at the podium. Tears collected in my eyes, but I refused to let them shed. I shouldn't cry for him, not yet. He wouldn't want that. I looked down at the people gathered, all, like me, wearing black suits. I knew he would've hated that. He always hated formal wear, but none of these people knew him as I did. It wasn't right. The only people who should be here are those who knew him well. Those that loved him.

Like me.

I never realized exactly what I felt for him, until I felt him in my arms, the last breath fading into nothingness. His heart beating it's last beat.

I still remember the look he gave me, as he lay dying. He knew. He'd always known. And for the first time, I begin to regret picking up that damned book.

Everybody here worked with him. They didn't want to give him a funeral, but I wouldn't let that happen. I wouldn't let him be forgotten. Not because of me.

So now, here I stood, beside an open grave, a casket already lowered. It contained my friend, my love, the only person who could equal my intelligence, who could understand me.

Ryuzaki.

Hideki Ryuga.

Deneuve

Eraldo Coil.

L.

L Lawliet.

None of these were on the grave. It was an empty plaque. Left bare, alone. Like he always was. Beside it, was the grave of Quillish Wammy. His funeral was yesterday.

I looked down into the grave, swallowing deeply and forming the words in my mind. It wasn't working. I stepped forward, closer I knelt down in the dirt, not cairing about the damp soil as it dirtied my trousers. The whispered words were out of my mouth before I could stop them.

"I'm sorry." The tears I was holding back became too heavy, and I let them out. I couldn't help it. "I love you." The single rose that I was holding in my hand fell, dropped onto the casket, a plane white standing out against the brown wood of the coffin.

"You were right." I whispered, "All along."

That said, I stood, and walked away. Ignroing the rest of the team. If they heard my confession or didn't, I didn't care.

I am Kira. And I killed everything that made life worth living.

Now I live on autopilot. Killing without a thought, to make the world a better place, to make it safe. So no more L's have to die. So nobody else has to loose a good person.

I kill, to preserve life.

I became justice. To redeem myself. My love. My L.

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A/N: I might do a sequel, Light's thoughts at the Yellow box... If I get enough interest. Otherwise, there's no point.