Chapter 1
L Change The World
A/N: This was a requested story from Jam-Man265! Picking up before L's Death the sequence of events in L Change The World has taken a turn away from the anime! For those of you that have read my Timid and the Brave DN story, you already know my OC of choice and her place among the story. If you haven't seen the movie, good luck keeping up. I hope you enjoy it!
My name is Anna Wells.
This is not my real name however, but it is how you will know me.
There may still be some that can use the information you are about to read against me, my family, or the other letters. Please do not mistreat it. Do not underestimate the severity of this file. While holding no useful numerical or case data it does tell a story dear to my heart; a story of the historical kind.
This is the story of my last twenty-three days with the detective L.
Twenty-three days he spent doing all he could to change the world.
Computer Login:
Username: Ideal
Password: Lawliet
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Access Granted
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File/F1225/Case Notes/Diary
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File Login:
Password: HeIsNeverWrong
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Access Granted
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"I thought—"
"No L! You weren't thinking! Not of anyone besides yourself anyway!"
The detective frowned at his childhood friend, "I thought of Watari... and you..."
"No, no, no. I don't think you really understand what this means L! You are going to die. You are going to stop breathing and—" Her breath hitched and a honey hand flew up to cover a pouted mouth. "You are going to go away."
"My name needs to be the last written. I need to stop this."
"You could have stopped this without writing your name."
"I calculated the time we've known each other, and the time we spent together. I worked that in with the time you would spend in mourning and deduced..."
"WHAT?! You calculated my feelings!" Anna Wells shouted freely at the great detective L within the comfort of soundproofed walls, "You can't calculate how I feel about you! That's not how love works!"
"Love?"
"Yes!" Her breathing was heavy and she couldn't find the strength to shout, "I wouldn't still be here working this case if I didn't love you." Tears streamed down her face, "But now I don't have any time."
"Twenty-three days."
"What?" she whispered.
"I have twenty-three days starting from the day of Light's death."
Her expression was confusion mixed with pure irritation and pain, "Do I want to know when that is?"
"Tonight I plan to remove both Kiras and close this case. If you could, I would like to delegate my remaining aliases to the other children."
"I don't think so."
"Ideal..." he pleaded almost. His round eyes looking though her the way they did when he was seriously trying to figure her out. "I didn't know."
She offered him a dry, pitiful, chuckle, "I guess that's my own fault."
"Please..."
"No, it's fine. I trust you and the decisions you make. There's a reason you did this that I can't hope to understand."
"Is everything alright in here?"
Anna hastily wiped her tears as Watari entered the room and L shoved his hands deep into his pockets, "We are well Watari."
The old man chuckled knowingly. Having known both adults since they were very young he knew something was not well, but he wouldn't mess in their dealings. They were adults now and he could no longer treat them as children. At least not in some aspects, "Dinner."
The woman took her tray to her seat, opening a steaming plate of steamed rice with meats and veggies. Her glass contained wine and she smiled warmly as she took a sip, "Thank you Watari."
L ran his eyes hungrily over his own plate, instead filled with sweets, "Yes, thank you."
Watari just smiled, happy to serve them as he could and watch them grow. Watch them live on. "Ring if you need anything. I'm going to fetch Miss Misora."
Anna's fork paused in the air as he left the room, "He doesn't know, does he?"
"I think it would be best if he didn't."
"You can't sit in here with the lights out forever."
"Oh?" L looked up from lighting the candle before him.
"It's been three days." She reminded him as gently as she could.
"I hadn't noticed."
Anna walked over to his chair; almost hesitant to sit where she had for the whole of the Kira case, on the right arm. The leather had even worn slightly from her ritual. She perched there after a slight pause, "It's not your fault."
The detective took a deep breath, "I know..." He picked up one of the two black notebooks on his left, pinching it between his thumb and forefinger.
"Light thought he was god with that thing." The woman commented, disgusted.
"He was."
Ryuk drifted into the room and Anna chose to turn her head away. Both he and Rem were like a memory from a childhood nightmare that she didn't want to relive, "Ryuk." She said shortly.
He chuckled, "Burning that won't change your lifespan."
The book still hovered above the flame, "I'm aware."
"Then why not become a god with that? Like Light?"
L moved the book from the fire and finally turned his head to acknowledge him, "Tell me, did Light die like a god?"
Ryuk sputtered and flew away as Anna got up from the chair and L finally lit the book aflame. It screamed with multiple voices as he dropped it in an old chocolate tin and tossed the second book atop it.
The woman hugged herself as blue flames leapt and shouted in agony, then all at once they fire went out. "I wish that would have changed for you."
L stood and walked over to her, "I'm sorry."
Even with his curved back his height bested hers by just enough that she had to tilt her head so subtly to reach his lips. But she stopped and stepped back, "Maybe we should tell the other letters now?"
He nodded, unfazed, "Yes, I agree."
They both moved to the computer and L perched himself in Watari's chair. Anna ran her hand along the dark leather and frowned. She missed him. He was a father and a teacher, a friend to her and she knew he was L's reason for living. She had only hoped, that she could be his reason too.
Watari has died. We will mourn his death. L & I
L typed the message for both of them and scrolled through the list of letters that were assigned and still alive to receive the message. Each of the letters Anna and L had met as children, knew, trusted, all but one.
The mouse hovered over 'K'.
A hand on his shoulder help the detective make up his mind and he clicked it and sent the mass message. There was an immediate reply from K.
Thank you for the information. It comes as a shock. I will mourn his death, too. K
The hand on his shoulder ran down his arm and Anna twisted her fingers with his. "See?"
"Yes."
The two of them sat in the dark for a while longer, close and somewhat holding hands. L felt the fabric on his shoulder moisten and detected the change in the woman's breathing.
"Don't cry." He tried.
"It scares me that soon I will have to tell them this about you."