A/N: Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry for those who've read my other oneshot/soon-to-be story of HG, and now I've practically betrayed you guys by posting up another story.. and about Death Note instead. D: I'm so sorry! I just can't write without inspiration and the inspiration I got from some songs was sad. So I wrote a sad story. I'm so sorry! D:

Gahh. Anyways, enjoy the little, very little story that I made for L. L. Poor L. D:

This includes spoilers, such as L's real name.

Uh, spoilers for up to episode 25. Seriously, it's devastating.

Um, and yeah. That's it. I don't own DN nor will I ever. So yeah there's a code in this. Should be pretty obvious. Well, it's 007015014005. Yeah... it's easy. Like a cake. Like piece, of cake. So... yeah. Enjoy!

"Lying monsters are a real nuisance. They are much more cunning than other monsters. They pose as humans even though they have no understanding of the human heart. They eat even though they've never experienced hunger. They study even though they have no interest in academics. They seek friendship even though they do not know how to love. If I were to encounter such a monster, I would likely be eaten by it. Because in truth, I am that monster." –L.

007015014005 - Gone.

Tick, tock, tick, tock.

Time seemed to be something I couldn't escape from today.
I suppose, I shall start from the beginning.

My name was "L". Indeed, it was a crude name, for a crude child such as me. I knew the name not of my ancestors, but only of my own – and the one who was known as Quillish Wammy. I knew only the names of whom I worked beside with, for, or against. L stood, for "Lost One", "Last One", and even though I had not heard of it with my own ears, I knew, I was also labelled as the "Lonely One".

Yes. I was L Lawliet. I was a quarter Japanese, a quarter English, a quarter Russian, and a quarter French. I am – no, was, the world's "greatest detective".

I believed in neither Heaver nor Hell – with its angels and God, or the Devil and his demons. The depths of my mind was something even I, could not solve. I couldn't understand even myself now.

And in the present – when I find out that something unmentionable has happened to Quillish, my only father figure, and the one who had been by me all these years, I feel a pain that veins through my entire body, but chips determinedly away at my heart. It is physical, mental, and emotional all at the same time. It happens far too fast for me to comprehend.

Then, I lie on the cold tiled floor, the metal spoon I once held in my hand clinking abruptly next to me. I'm looking up into the eyes of my first, and probably only friend currently living in this world, though he has betrayed me as well – or maybe he was never a "friend" in the first place.

He was known as Yagami, Light.

He smiles wickedly, and then there is only darkness. I'm alone for the last, last time.

…

Is this what death feels like?

It's cold and I do not know how long I've had to wait. But I hear the ticking of a clock, and when it comes closer, and closer, and closer; I know.

Time starts for me yet again.

My name is L Lawliet.

A/N: Mm, so how is it? Alright? Bleh? Review if you want.

Thank you for reading!

-WhitishBlack