L's POV
The rain poured. I can see it soak the ground below us. So far below. She would not have approved. Despite the views it gave. We never use the roof anyway. But I can't stop looking at the rain.
I can feel everybody's eyes on me, all wondering what I am doing no doubt. "He-" Matsuda starts to say something but he notices me getting up from my desk and shuts up. I make way for the stairs and go up to the roof. But I can't go out. I stand by the now open door, looking out into the rain as a memory swims before my eyes.
Nevada's POV
It looks like he's crying from up here, on the satellite dish, where I am sitting but it might just be the rain... No that was defiantly a tear sliding down his cheek, I want to go to him, but that would be of no use, seeing as he can't see me! But I shout for him anyway, at first I thought he did see me as his spaced out eyes seemed to become and look up at me but now I see he just going to stand in the middle of the roof, I don't know why.
L's POV
I can see her standing there. The tiniest smile gracing her features. She is looking up at the rain, just like she always is. I shout out to her, calling her name. She turns to me. A proper smile lights up her face. "Hi, L," She says in her ever soft and husky voice. I smile back at her. She motions for me to join her. "But I'll get wet!" I call back to her, a laugh in my voice. She laughs with me.
"So?"
I walk up to her and instantly get drenched. "You look like a drowned rat," She mentions once I am beside her.
"And you don't?"
"Have you ever seen an albino rat?" Her red eyes look up to meet mine.
"Yes." I answer with a smug smile.
"Hm,"
We stand there for a few minutes in silence until I playfully pick her up bridal style. She wriggles about and kicks at me playfully. "L, put me down!" She laughs. I put her down but keep my arms twined around her waist. She puts her pale arms around my neck and looks up at me. "I have another job for tomorrow," she says, I can see her searching my eyes for how I may react. I sigh and press my forehead against hers, pulling her closer so she is flush to my chest. "Do you have to?" I ask. She chuckles, lightning the mood slightly.
"Do you have to be a detective?"
"It's not the same, you could die!" I pull away from her and turn my back.
"So could you, and it is the same, you get rid of people, I get rid of people," she replies grabbing one of my arms and spinning me to face her.
"I put criminals in jail, you kill anybody you would get paid to," I press the point.
"So,"
"You're an assassin, I'm a detective."
She rolls her eyes then pulls me back to her and stretches up to kiss me. I try to stop myself for kissing back to spite her, but I apparently do not have enough self restraint and end up pressing my lips against hers as I twine my arms around her waist and pull her closer as she wraps her arms around my neck.
I finally pull away and she lays her head on my shoulder. "Nevada?" I whisper to her.
"Yeah," She keeps on looking out at the rain.
"I love you." I can feel her smiling against my chest and hold me tighter.
"I love you too."
We stand there for a while just looking at the rain battering the ground. "The bells are very loud today, maybe it's a wedding, or maybe a funeral," she says her eyes looking up.
"What bells?" I ask.
The sound of bells chiming pulls me away from the memory and I find myself still standing under the cover. I walk out to the middle, straining my ears to hear better, where were the bells coming from?
Nevada's POV
When he walks out into the rain, I notice something. Numbers above his head, a date and a time, later today, if I am correct. I remember B telling me something like this. It marks when they are going to die, and you can't see the date of the murderer of the person you love.
L is going to die today, and I can't do anything.
He stands there for some time, just looking up at the sky until another person comes out of the building. A boy around seventeen and is shouting to L, but because of the rain L can't hear him, so the boy walks out to him. I can't see his numbers. He's going to kill L, and the only person who wants L dead is...
"Kira," I hiss to myself and leap down from the dish I am sitting on. I reactively try, in vain, to get rid of Kira, I punch, kick, push and stab at him, but I know it won't work.
Because I am dead.
And soon so will L be.