You know you've got everybody fooled.

Your helpful attitude, your flair with justice. You only destroyed fucking lives! I try to fight back, but you fucking ignore it! Take it in your stride! I looked up to you. All I wanted to be after I entered that fucking house was like you. I looked up to you. All I wanted to be after I entered that fucking house was like you. You know that

Don't worry, sweet L, I know my time is coming soon. I will die at the hand of who you tried to stop, but I am glad. At least my life wasn't a total fucking waste. I helped other find out what a fucking bastard you were. You see Mello and Near? Yeah, their lives are wrecked as well. You destroyed them. Every kid who enters that wretched house is freakin' damned. You may work to bring justice to the world, but all it brings to us is death and destruction. You are just a fucking fake. A stupid, fucking fake.

I should be sorry about you dying, but I just can't. Ha! Kira has achieved what I've been fucking after for years! He broke you, played games with you, tricked you so much. Now I guess he's fucking won. I tried so hard to crush you in my fist, but I couldn't grip on hard enough.

You walked right over me. All in your steps to becoming world-recognised, famous, well known, a household name. I fucking hate you, did I mention? I wish you'd fucking rot in hell.

Your fucking crushed successor,

Beyond.

One solemn night in November, a man with scruffy black hair and red glistening eyes stood by a small gravestone. He smiled, a glint in his eye. A scrunched piece of paper emerged from his pocket, ripped and broken. He placed it gently on the grave, a smirk on his face.

"Farewell, dear Lawli. Let your hopes and dreams rest in peace."

He grabbed a knife from his pocket, and drew it against the soft flesh of his arm. A small trickle of blood dropped onto the granite stone.

Kira can't kill me, he thought. Kira should rot in hell with L. They play games with people's minds to get what they fucking want.

I won't let him get me.

The knife glistens red in the light of the moon.

He hesitated in front of the grave, knife hovering above his arm.

Kira can't walk over me too.

The man trembles furiously.

No, he can't. He's a manipulative freak who kills without thought.

A tear falls down his cheek.

Goodbye, Lawli. I will miss you.

See you in hell.