"Who wants to meet you again?" Light stammered as the words L had just told him were processing through his mind.

"I've already told you, Light." He said simply as he sipped more of his black coffee.

"Are you making this up or something Ryuzaki? No, more of you are making this up, since you'd be a lot more careful about telling me things about you where I could find out what your real name is…" He waited for L to answer. L finished his coffee, slicked his greasy hair back with his hand, then rolled his chair backwards away from the desk and stood up.

"Okay, Light, whatever you want to believe is fine with me." He walks away with his hands in his pockets.

"B-but you can't just leave the Kira investigation right now! L, I'm sure it's all important and all for you to see your sister again after all this time, but seriously, you can't just leave right now!" Light dragged behind him. "Besides, we're chained together! If you're leaving, than that means I have to go too!" L didn't listen, though, he had to go; he had to go NOW.

L had gotten a letter. The letter had been sent to the Japanese Police Department one day, and all it said on the envelope was: 4-L. Eventually, the chief made the connection after reading the note and he gave it to L. The letter was from his sister, and now, she wanted to meet him. For some reason, that had become priority for L and now he was on his way to go see her.

"Watari." Was all L had to say when he jumped into the car. Light hesitantly followed him in.

"Got it. I already have two tickets headed for America." The wrinkled man replied.

"Only two? And what's this about going to America!?"

"Light," L didn't bother to look at Light as he spoke, "What I'm doing right now is important to the Kira case. We have to do this now."

"B-but why? Why won't you explain it to me?" Now L turned to face him.

"We have a good fourteen hour flight ahead of us, Light. I have plenty of time to explain."

"But what about clothes, and-?"

"We have your clothes and things you might need in this suitcase." He tapped the black case on the floor next to him. Light stared blankly, amazed at how prepared L was for this.

"Soooo, can you tell me what's up now, or..?" L handed to Light a white, folded sheet of paper. He flipped it open and began to read:

L,

You probably don't remember me. If you do, you need to meet me now. You know where to meet. I know who Kira is.

T.

"So by this letter, you know it's your sister, you know where to meet them and you know they know Kira?" The letter pissed Light off. In his mind, he knew he was Kira, so there was no way this letter was real.

"Yes."

"…Does it have something to do with the T?"

"Precisely, Light. I knew you would notice that. My sister's name starts with a T. The only people who know she exists are Watari and I, and one other person."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Who's this OTHER person, L?"

"…It's not important. All that matters is that we have a lead now, after all this time. Why aren't you more excited about this, Light?" Light didn't answer. "If this is a joke, which there's a point 5 percent chance that it is, I've left the rest of the task force here in Japan surveying Misa until we know for certain it's really her." Light just stared. He had no choice at this point but to cooperate with this plan, in hopes of finding, 'Kira'. They got on the plane and flew to America. The trip would take hours and L had time to dream of the past.

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"L Lawliet, if you don't come here right now, we're not going to the park!" His mother yelled at him. L poked his little, messy haired head out form the corner. He jumped out, smiling. "Lawliet…" She grinned down at her little rascal. His big black eyes stared her down, with his hands behind his back. "Lawliet," she chuckled, "what do you have there?" He just shook his head. "Can I see? I promise I won't get mad." He closed his eyes and pulled from behind him a strawberry, with a white frosted cake underneath it. She laughed at him.

"Lawliet, you just had breakfast," she insisted, "although you didn't touch your eggs and bacon, just the pancakes." He nodded his head. "You know, it's not that great to just eat your sweets, but if you use your brain a lot, it will burn the calories." He smiled at her. L liked his mom, she was very sweet, and she was never mad at him, she just replaced her discipline with knowledge.

"Marci?" A mans voice called from the front door. His mom gasped.

"Oh, go finish your cake in your room, won't you honey?" Lawliet followed his mom's orders, like usual, since he wasn't allowed to talk to his dad after he came home from work; why was he so early today? L listened as his parents spoke quietly, then their voices grew louder and louder until they were yelling at each other. Large footsteps approached L's small room, and the little boy quickly placed the piece of cake on the nightstand, and jumped into the corner of the bed, sitting his knees up and his boney arms placed on top of them. The man barged into the room.

"Aw, look at this kid," he carped, "why is he so freaken white, Marci? Don't you ever take him outside?"

"Please, Rolfe, we were about to go to the park when you showed up." The man stared at L for a while, as if contemplating over something devious; something dark.

"Aw, whatever," He waved his hand at him and was about to turn around when the cake on the stand caught his eye. "What the hell is this?" He yelled in shock. He dashed into the room, grabbing the plate of cake and scoffing in disgust. "Are you kidding me? What are you an anti social fat kid or something?"

"Rolfe, please," his mother protested by the door.

"Shut up," he looked down at the now trembling L, "this kid better stop acting like a little girl, Marci, I've had it up to here with his, his…weirdness!"

"Rolfe, please don't yell at him-"

"No, he's not gonna be a little pansy! You heart that Lawliet? You're gonna be tough, okay? Not some dork or nerd that has nothing going for him; you're gonna be a star, an incredible, strong, athletic tough guy that all the ladies are gonna love, got it?" L nodded his head, slowly.

"Hey, that's not an okay answer, cadet!" The man yelled. "C'mon, get up!" He pulled L's arm and yanked him off the bed. "Stand up straight, boy!" L, shaking in his boots, stood up as perfect as a pencil, and it was hurting his back. "Now, cadet, answer me properly; you say 'yes sir', got it?" L nodded again, weakly. "What the hell did I just say, cadet?!" L was muttering, attempting to open his mouth, and attempting not to cry at the same time. "Well?!"

"Y-yes…"

"YES WHAT?"

"Yes, sir."

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"Ryuzaki? Ryuzaki!" Light shook L by the shoulders, waiting for his friend to wake up.

"Hm? What is it? We're not there already, are we?"

"No, I just wanted to make sure you weren't dead." He said with a chuckle.

"What does that mean?"

"Well, it's just I've never seen you sleep before, Ryuzaki, so you had me goin' there for second, that's all."

"Oh, very funny Light. And just because you were concerned about me does not mean you're off my suspect list; in fact, now it's roughly a forty percent chance you are Kira."

"I wasn't trying to get off your list, L, I know you still suspect me, and I don't care, because I'm not Kira!" He lied. L didn't reply for a while, settling back down in his seat.

"Light, do me a favor; don't yell unless it's necessary."

"Huh, why Ryuzaki are you gonna try to go back to sleep?"

"No, dreams aren't so kind to me when I sleep, but I just don't like being yelled at either."

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