"Here I stand now. Pity me and my regret, will you not, for I am responsible for all I have done."

I don't own Death Note, though I wish I did...XD

I possibly own what I said before the Death Note disclaimer though.

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Light pressed his hand against the window of the 13th floor. He wasn't sure why he came here, he just wanted things to feel like they used to. Light wasn't one for caring much about things, outside of his family and being Kira, but being here, as he was, tortured him more than anything. That was all simply because...there was no L. L was gone, he was no longer with Light, no longer calculating, no longer watching Light with his piercing gaze, no longer constantly picking apart the habits that were Light's, and most of all, no longer in this hellish world. Light couldn't complain when one would say L was in a better place...He was. But that never meant Light had to like it. He didn't like it. He didn't want to feel a big missing gap anymore. He hadn't realized until quite a while after the death of the famous detective, and the removal of all that was L, that he felt this way. He really wanted the pain to end, and the regret to vanish. Knowing that it was his fault L was dead only made it ten times worse. He sighed painfully and pulled himself away from the foggy window over-looking the city, and went to the couch. He sat, thinking to himself, about L of course, and what he could do for this to stop. There was simply nothing.

Nothing.

The hollow word echoed throughout the room, though Light was sure he'd not said it aloud. His eyes turned as he did, to scan the whole room, but it remained empty. Now he was unconsciously talking to himself, 'Great,' he thought, 'just what I need.' He ran a hand through his hair, 'Maybe it is what I need, though,' he continues on his stream of non-L thoughts. There was a knock on the door, and Light's father walked in. "Son. It's getting late and I'm headed home. Do you wish to stay here tonight?" Light nodded to his father. "Alright. Watari has already stated that you could. I'll be going now."

"Dad." Light called out in what was almost a whisper. His dad turned to look at him. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight, Light."

Light knew he couldn't just keep moping around the investigation building for days on end. He decided to go down to the kitchen to see if he could find something suitable to eat. He had to think of something that could momentarily (at least) pre-occupy his thoughts. He settled for a sandwich, and headed back up to the room, again.

He opened the door expecting, well, nothing really. He got something more than that. He dropped his sandwich and gasped.

A smile formed from the corners of L's mouth. He sure as hell didn't know what was going on or how he'd gotten back here, but he was pretty sure he didn't care.