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Notice: This is my first fanfic, so please be nice! :) Also, I did change around the scene a bit... but milestone lines are still in there... so please don't be mad XD And please review... reviews are to me like chocolate is to Mello... Please and thank you! Enjoy!

Mello

"What is it Roger?" My heart was racing, I didn't know what to expect. Near and I were with Roger in his office, which was never a good sign. His face was pale and sad, making the situation so much worse.

"L is dead." I felt all the air leave my body. This wasn't happening. This wasn't happening. He had promised me he would catch Kira, how had Kira killed him first? "We just received these today…" Roger held out two little white envelopes. "They're addressed to you." I snatched mine out of Roger's hand, barely aware of Near as he slowly looked away from his puzzle and stretched up to grab his letter. I unfolded the offensive thing, as I read the words slowly.

Mello,

Since you have received this letter, you can be sure I am no longer alive, and Kira has sent me to my grave. I apologize for being unable to fulfill my promise to you that I would defeat Kira. It now falls upon you, the children of Wammy's House to take my place and finish what I was unable to do. As you are undoubtedly aware by now, Kira needs at least a face to kill. Kira is aggressive, ambitious, childlike, and amazingly intelligent. Do not underestimate him, think before you act, or you will meet my same fate. Use your head, and do not rush into a head-on battle that you are sure to lose. Good-bye, and good luck.

L

I crumpled the paper into my fist. I could feel the blood pulsing through my fingers and the tears brimming under my eyes. "It's not true…" I whispered. "It's not true…" I pounded my fists into my temples. "IT'S NOT TRUE!"Still clutching the letter like it was my last lifeline to Earth, to myself; I raced away from the room. I ran from the pity in the eyes of Roger, and the emptiness in Near's as he looked up after reading his letter without emotion. I dashed through the halls, past hundreds of shocked eyes. What did they know? What do I care what they think?

I heard Matt abandon his game and call after me as I passed his room. I didn't stop. It didn't matter. He eventually caught up to me, spinning me around by the shoulders to face him. "What happened?" There it was again. That same stupid pity in his eyes. Thank God he could see I was too distraught to tell him anything. Or maybe he had figured it out. I really don't care right now. He let go of my shoulders. "Where are you gonna go?"

It would be a lie to say that I didn't know. But then again, I've never been one for telling the truth. I choked back my sobs long enough to whisper my lie. "Nowhere…" Then I ran again. Matt didn't come after me this time. I didn't pass any more concerned kids, or if I did, I didn't notice. Only one thing mattered now, in this moment. When I came to the last door in the hallway, I stopped. Everyone at Wammy's House knew what this room was. No one ever went in. This was L's room. The one he used when he was a student here. The one he stayed in when he visited. I slumped against the wall directly across from the plain white door, wondering if these tears I cried would ever stop flowing.

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