Chapter 1: Death of A Friend Lights POV I held the raven haired man in feigned shock as he stared at me with those large, dark eyes. Those strangely beautiful orbs held a look of realization. He knew that he had been right all along. He found it out just as he closed his impossibly dark eyes for the last time. I had to contain myself, for the reality that I had gotten rid of the great detective L was almost too much excitement for me to take.

I had done it. I killed him. He was finally out of the way. Nobody would find out that I am really Kira! This moment was almost too perfect, except for the slight pain in my own chest.

'Did that shinigami double cross me? Am I dying too'

The tear in my eye said otherwise. The pain I felt was a pang of regret. I was actually sad that L was gone. He was my enemy, but also my friend. I grew to look forward to coming to work with him. His odd mannerisms, his messy hair and clothes, his deep sultry voice. And now he was gone. The sorrow mixed with my joy to form a confusing mess in my heart.

'Why should I feel so bad? I got rid of him and thats what counts'

But a little voice in my head argued that he was also one of my only true friends. He was the only one who was a match for my intelligence, if not smarter. I loved the way he put nothing else before his job. I complained about his sweet consumption but I secretly imagine that it made him a sweeter person. His dark spikey hair made an elegant halo around his pale angelic face and.

'What am I thinking? He's a bump on the road. You crossed him. Don't even think about that inferior fool like that.'

3 days later

It was L's funeral. Closed casket. I stood above the open grave and glanced down on the sleek black box at the bottom. My eyes filled once more with tears that were nowhere near being forced. I dropped a single white rose onto L's casket and bowed my head, secretly smiling to myself.

I sat through the words from some of the people L and I worked with, and tryed not to roll my eyes as Matsuda burst into hysterical hole in the ground was then filled, and as I turned to leave, something caught my eye.

I saw a slouched figure standing in the far off trees. The person was staring intently at me, with what looked like his hand at his mouth. The posture was just too familiar.

'L'

I ran quickly towards L, wondering if I was crazy or just filled with regret. I got close enough that I could see his hair, black as night, and the loose white long sleeve shirt hanging on his thin graceful frame.

Then he was gone. I turned and looked around hoping to see him. Had I failed? How can he be alive? Am I imagining things? I must be.

He was dead. I knew he was. Some weak part of me must have just missed the detective, thus causing me to picturing that he was really there. But that weak part... What did it really miss L for? Was he a friend? Or was he more to me......