"L," B mused, staring at the gravestone before him, "Birth date, unknown. Death date, November fifth, two-thousand and four. May he rest in peace, now and forevermore."
B clenched his fists. Kira had killed him, Kira had killed his Lawliet! To tell the truth, B wished this was all some horrible dream. Nothing like this could have happened. There was no way in hell L was dead! Not L! Kira was supposed to be sentenced to death FIRST! How did Kira kill him like a dog? How could he? And so easily!
B felt his legs become weak beneath him. He could barely hold back his tears as he tried to comprehend the fact that L was truly dead. He only wished he could have been there to save L. He wished he could've told L how much he truly cared. But what difference would it have made? L was dead, that was fact.
B fell to his knees, hunching over as the tears began to slide down his cheeks, hitting the ground so loudly compared to the silence around him.
"I'm so sorry, L..." B said to the single, Old English "L" written in the middle of the cross that was L's gravestone. "I'm sorry for everything...If I could trade places with you, I would. I would rather be the dead one rather than you."
Beyond was broken. How had this happened? This feeling...He felt like his chest was ripping into pieces. He barely spoke above a whisper when he said, "Come back, Lawli...Please." He shook his head in complete disbelief. He tried to convince himself that L wasn't dead, only to be stabbed in the heart when he saw the gravestone. Tears flowed down his face.
He remembered all the time he'd spent alone in Los Angelos, trying to prove to L that he, the copy and "backup", was better than the original. He remembered way back when he'd met L. He remembered that he'd almost killed the man, it was an accident though. All his life, he'd wished he let L die then and there. But then he wouldn't have fallen in love. He wouldn't have had the best blessing of his life. He wouldn't have spent years of his life devoted to caring for L...Protecting him. He wouldn't have had a kiss quite as passionate at the way L had kissed him. L wouldn't have taken him for the first time, and definitely not the last, in the basement of the orphanage B had once called home. He wouldn't have crushed B's entire future when L coldly told him, "You are plan B, in case A fails to succeed me." He wouldn't have destroyed B inside when he left Wammy's House. Hell! B would never had been in Wammy's!
Where would he be then?
Yet, he saved L all those years ago. He treated L so well for years, and he thought L had treated everything B ever did for him like garbage. It was days, weeks, months and years, all the way to here in front of L's grave, before he realized that L had only left him because he had to. You see, L would have gladly taken B with him to god knows where. But if L ever died, he wanted B to avenge his death. He wanted B to catch whoever had killed him and sentence them to death. B, however, swore then and there to make sure they were dead. Even if he had to kill the person with his bare hands. That only meant...
"...Kira...I will find you...Kira. I will kill you. You will pay for what you did to my Lawliet." B sobbed.
A few minutes later, tears still in his eyes, and he reached into the depths of his coat. B pulled out four black roses and gently laid one on one side of the small dirt mount and three on the other. 1 and 3...13. His name was B, L was his, thus he marked L's grave with some form of a "B." He took one last look at L's grave, turned on his heels, and left without another word.
The world is so cold...Now that L's gone away...