L Lawliet.

The man who solved millions of cases others could not dream of solving. The man who was not only the great detective L, but also countless other detectives.

L Lawliet.

A great detective.

A genius.

A true friend.

Yes, I am one of the few people who had met L. I lived with him in Wammy's House. We were friends; best friends. We did everything together. We were the weird pair of the house. Me with my love for spices and curry (never was there a day when I haven't eaten curry); L with his adoration for sweets and chocolates and his absurd tendency to crouch and bend rather than sit.

If there was a kingdom of weirdness, L and I would have been the King and Queen of weirdosity.

We could have been.

Everyone thought L was a genius. The best detective. No one ever expected his death; or rather, expected him to die in the line of duty.

No one.

Especially not me.

But he did. He died solving the Kira case. He died because of that damned Kira.

And now, Near and Mello have taken over as successors of L. There mission is to catch Kira; to bring justice; to revenge L.

As if.

Those two don't know anything about justice. Nothing at all; Near cares about a good challenge, Mello cares about beating Near. They don't care about anything else. Nothing at all.

All they like is a challenge.

Just like L...

I realize now that I don't even know what I am babbling about, but that's alright. Most people are like that before death.

I stared down at my black notebook, with the condemned words written on it: "Death Note". Yes, I too possess the power of Kira. Although I had only obtained it recently. I would have helped L with the investigation, but before I had the chance to contact him, I heard...

Nevermind.

What matters now is for me to trust Near and Mello with the investigation. They will find out about the Death Note sooner or later; what fun is it if I tell them all the secret? I smirked, remembering the many times Mello challenged Near, and Near calling him a loser.

Yes, now I am truly losing my mind. I truly am.

Taking a pen out, I scribbled something in the notebook. Taking out a piece of chocolate, I bit into it, waiting for the results.

5,4,3,2,1...

The chocolate fell on the ground, as my soul slipped out of the world of the living.

Okay, i just wrote this to take out my anger. Seriously. Why? why did l deserve this.

I story is just rambling, and it is from an OC's pov. And i don't even know what she's gonna be like.

I might make this into a chaptered fic, what do you think? I like the idea of l's childhood friend possessing the death note. It would be really fun.

It is very hard to believe that my first fic on this site would be death note one shot, considering how many chaptered naruto fics i uploaded and deleted. So, I hereby announce my first story/drabble on fanfiction. Did that make sense?

Anywho, thank you for reading and BYE!

I DO NOT OWN DEATH NOTE