This is a new story to which I already have... three or four chapters with. I think. Anyway, I wrote this a while back because there were certain... circumstances in some fics and I want to try those circumstances out. So. I did. I must warn you though that it WILL turn to first person and L will be the narrator, and unfortunately it's in the middle of a chapter, but I'll warn you when that time comes. It was just easier to write, and more detailed with L's thoughts. As usual, if you have any opinions on the story or any ideas yourself, do share. After day 7-I skipped a few days after day... three or something-I've kind of come to a stand still. What does a panda detective do with the last of his days besides try to get dear Raito-kun in a jail cell?

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story, and the idea isn't exactly original... but hopefully enjoyable nonetheless.

Anyway, read on.

It all happened so fast.

He was standing out alone in the rain, trying to gain a last attempt at getting some fresh air and to feel rain before... IT happened. It was a sacrifice that had to be made. He had to force himself to think that it wasn't just for Watari, that he wasn't only saving one life. But who else could he possibly be doing it for? He knew that Rem had planned to go after Watari first, then she would kill L off. He made a deal with the Shinigami, even though she never affirmed that she was going to kill anyone else. Then again, why would she? She did whatever Misa and Raito-Kira-told her (or it... he didn't know if Shinigami actually had genders) to. He was going to die anyway, and if he had the chance, he wanted to stop it from being painful.

He heard something behind him and turned to see Raito standing under the shelter. He could barely hear what he was saying and blinked, tilting his head to the side. The boy cupped his hands around his mouth, and he could hear him clearer.

"What are you doing out here?"

A small, playful smile appeared on L's face and he blinked again, turning around so his back faced Raito. If he really wanted to talk, he could go out into the rain too. It wouldn't hurt the murderer to go out into the rain just once. If he was so worried about his hair being ruined, then he didn't need to bother.

When Raito spoke again, it sounded directly by L's ear and he jumped slightly. He turned his head towards the voice to find his and Raito's face a little too close. He backed up, still a little surprised that the teen would venture that close. After the handcuffs had come off, it was like he couldn't get far enough away from him. The brunette gave him a small smile and repeated his question: "What are you doing out here?"

L thought about whether he should have told Raito the truth or not. Saying 'Oh... just enjoying the rain before I die. It's inevitable now that my name has been written in the Death Note,' seemed a little... extreme. The action itself was just idiotic. If someone had told L that he would commit suicide someday, he'd have suggested they go to a mental hospital and stay thereuntil they quit spewing such nonsense. "The rain... it's nice. It's sort of... soothing for me, I suppose." Well, it wasn't exactly a lie, and he wasn't really avoiding his question. It just wasn't the entire truth of why he went outside in the pouring rain in the first place.

Raito's eyebrows rose slightly and he nodded, though he didn't seem to care much about what reason L was outside. He looked at him like was being stranger than usual, but L really didn't care much. He had a reason. "Oh... Well, why don't you come back inside? You're going to get a cold, standing out here for so long."

L smiled bitterly, looking away from Raito. "You don't have to pretend to care about me. Even though everyone thinks that the case is solved... I still believe you're Kira. You can't fool me. I don't-" He stopped as the teen stepped forward, putting his hands on his shoulders, staring into those dark grey eyes. L couldn't tell if he was angry or if he was just determined, as always, to convince the great detective that he wasn't Kira. It still wasn't going to work, though. L probably wasn't ever going to change his mind.

"Ryuuzaki-san, I could understand before that the evidence would point to me. You weren't able to get to know me by just watching me with the cameras, but now... Please, just give it up. I'm not Kira-you said we were friends, remember? Friends don't hurt each other. I would be crushed if something happened to you. I really do care about you, no matter what you think." Raito's eyebrows were knit together, and he had a soft and caring look in his eyes. Still... L wasn't stupid. He knew where this was going-or he thought he did, at least.

"The game isn't over, Raito-kun. I know you want so badly for me to die. But... you won't have to wait long. I already know what's going to happen to me, and it's too late for you to change it."

Raito look confused for a moment, trying to figure out what in the world the detective was talking about. He'd already made a plan with Rem. She would write his and Watari's name in the Death Note. He never told anyone, and he was sure that Misa nor Rem would open their mouths and say something that careless, either. "Ryuuzaki... What are you talking about? You're not going to die. You just need to rest now. We've already caught Kira, and no one else is going to get hurt."

L scoffed and shook his head, turning away from him. "I'll go back in a minute. You should worry about yourself... Your father will be very upset if you get sick." L heard a sigh, and then heard Raito mutter his alias. He sighed again and turned, his eyebrows pinned down. "What?" He asked sharply, but then Raito was close again. He swallowed thickly, leaning back slightly. "What is it now, Raito-kun?"

Raito smiled softly and fisted a hand in L's shirt. The detective expected a punch and winced, only to feel the teen's lips against his own. His eyes snapped open and he stayed tense before Raito pulled back. In a slight panic, L did the only thing that he could think to do.

He kicked the brunette back, watching him fall to the wet ground, then quickly walked back into the building, glowering at the ground.