Okay, this is a random story I came up with in my head, and couldn't get rid of it. I'm thinking of it being a oneshot, but if people want me to continue, then I will. I'll make it seem like it could end, so if no one likes it, I won't be forced to continue it, okay? Oh, btw for all those ppl that just read the manga, raitolight, took me a while to figure that out.

Disclaimer: Yeah, w/e I don't own Death Note

All in the Past

L was sitting in his room, staring out the window. He knew, absolutely knew Raito was Kira, but he had no way to prove it. He had never any concrete proof it was him, but everything led right to Raito's feet. The videos he's watched, Ray Penber's death, and his genius. All pointed directly at him. But the most important fact; Raito hated to lose, and L knew that. So why was it so hard to prove him as Kira?

L pondered these things all the time, but try as he might, never found an answer. This troubled him since he always found an answer. All he found was that Raito was a pissed off kid, and he would never admit he was Kira. So far, he had no such luck.

L continued looking out the window as people passed by. Teenage girls gossiping about hot boys at school. Mothers running late to pick up their child. A business man acting high and mighty. A girl walking by herself, looking for her parents. Yet none of them seemed to care that a killer was murdering people as they went on with their day. For some reason, this infuriated L, but he would never say it. He wouldn't tell anyone. This was probably why no one believed him that Raito was Kira. He continued looking outside for a minute or two, studying the people below.

"L, there is someone here to see you," Watari came in. L didn't even move from the window. Not even gave the slightest notice that he heard him.

"And?" Watari looked at him hard, and sighed.

"She knows your name, your real name, L," Watari concluded. L whipped around. How? How does this person, whoever it may be know his real name? He's only told one person other than Watari, and he knows she's dead, he watched her funeral ten years ago, when he was eighteen. The only person he ever came close to what he felt must have been love. Though, he doesn't know. She never lived long enough for him to find out.

Then it came to him. This person could be Kira, but Raito was Kira… no he can't hang on to one possibility. He has to be open to new ideas, however much he favors one.

"Bring her up," the confused detective told Watari. He nodded, though L couldn't see, and went to let the person in. L could hear footsteps behind him as the person came in.

"Hello, 'L,'" the voice rang out in the silence that followed. L concluded some things about the person. First, it was female. Second, she was pretty young, early teens. Lastly, that she was afraid. Afraid of what, L did not know but, it didn't seem like she was Kira, though there was a 1.2 that she was. This, by L's standards, needed some investigating.

"Who are you?" L inquired. He could almost hear her shift uncomfortably behind him.

"I am Kari, your uh…" the girl known as Kari now stated, though she was unable to finish. L's mind raced for what she could be to him. There was only one thing, but it couldn't be possible.

Or could it?

Could something have really happened in his past? Could this girl really be who he thought her to be? She could be, but there was only one way to find out… to face her. L turned in his chair to look at her. Her eyes snapped from the ground to his face and they locked eyes for a moment. They both knew what they had been suspecting was true.

"…daughter," Kari finished her sentence. L looked at her. It was the girl he saw out the window no more than a minute ago. The one that looked like she was a lost child. She wore a backpack filled with essentials more than likely. Kari's outfit was a purple leotard with long sleeves. Over that she wore a black leather (fake) vest, and a knee length black skirt. And black boots. Her raven hair flowed out from her shoulders to her waist. She didn't look like someone searching for her father.

"What makes you think I'm your father?" L said addressing his so-called daughter.

"Well," Kari began taking a deep breath, "this photo for one." Kari took out a photo of L. A photo of L. Two seconds later, she ripped in into many bits and pieces. L stared wide-eyed at her. L didn't need to ask the question, she had a reply waiting. "Never know who could be looking. Any person could have taken that if I didn't do that. But you saw it, didn't you?"

L knew that photo. It was of her and him after all. So, that woman was her mother. The woman that died ten years ago. L cursed himself for not looking into this. He had a nagging feeling love from his past would come back to haunt him. He had been right, like he always had been. Also, L knew that to even find him, this girl must be good. But, L wasn't going to give in yet.

"What does that prove?" L said staring straight into Kari's eyes. She showed no emotion.

"My mother, yes you should know her by now, wrote something for you before she died. However, she was unable to deliver this, so I have selfishly taken it upon myself to deliver it to you. It was her will. She died of a sickness that couldn't be cured, but made a will for you to read. I'm not asking you to feel sympathy, just to read the letter." Kari walked over to him, acting more mature than he thought she could and handed him an envelope. L opened it and took out its contents, the envelope floating down to the floor.

L read the letter. He re-read it. L didn't know what to say. The famous detective at a loss for words? Unheard of. But a man who just found out he had a daughter without words, reasonable. And he knew she wrote this letter. This was unmistakably her handwriting. He'd know it anywhere. But, then how? Or better yet, why didn't she tell him?

Watari, in the background, smiled at what was going on. That person had told him a long time ago what had happened, but made him promise that he would never, under any such circumstance, tell L until she came. Or their daughter.

"L, I am sorry to tell you this after all these years, but what Kari says is true. She told me a long time ago what had happened, but made me promise not to tell you. She never wanted to trouble you. She knew you had your dreams, which is why she broke off with you, as I was told," Watari told the newly made father. L still couldn't believe this was happening. He had the Kira case to figure out, and now this, too?

"L, I'm not expecting you to do anything," Kari began before L jumped to too many conclusions. "You don't need to take care of me. I'm doing fine on my own; I have a job, and a small apartment. I moved away from my relatives that were taking acre of me. I go to school, and get top grades. I just wanted you to have that. Goodbye." Kari turned to walk out of the room. Her hair, he noted, was like shadow of his past walking away from him. Never to come back.

L fought a battle inside. Should he stop her? Should he let her go? For once, the genius had no ideas. No brilliant plans as to what to do. He blamed it on love. The one emotion that no matter how hard he tried to ignore it, it seemed to always come back to him. Like it just did. And just as fast as it came, it left.

In L's thinking he had lost his chance. Lost his chance to patch up what might have been something good. Something that he could hold on to and treasure. L wondered if he might regret what he didn't do, but he couldn't go after Kari, his daughter, she was already gone. L resorted to his thinking methods. He started chewing on his nail. Again, for the second time, he had no answer. Every other time, but this time, and this question was one he desperately wanted an answer to.

"Watari, get me some cake," L told his friend who smiled and went on his way, knowing the confused man would need some time. The contents of that letter would forever be etched into his mind.

"Dear, L (if that's what you still want me to call you)

We have a daughter. She will tell you her name because she's always changing it. The last name she had was Momo, after a favorite person of hers on a show she loves. How cute is that? Only 3 years old, and she's so cute. You don't need to look after her, though, she has relatives that will. I just wanted to let you know of her, in case she ever comes to see you. If you ever see her, then that's probably the reason you have this letter, and I just want to let you know, I haven't forgotten you. I still remember your face, your voice, your eyes and the way I love you. Yes, I love you, after all these years. You probably think that's silly, don't you? Never the romantic type, but I guess that'll never change. I hope your love hasn't changed either.

With all the love in the world, Minna."

I'm sorry, I was crying at the end. Let me know in a review if you want me to continue. I want to continue, but if I don't get some reviews I won't. I'll just choose it as complete and leave it at that. That letter took me a while to get right. Minna isn't a serious person, so I wanted to show that. Hope y'all love it!

C ya l8r!