For some reason when I see that W flicker off of the screen, to be replaced with proof that all of my investigations have been deleted, I feel the familiar prick of tears at the back of my eyes. I feel as though I should be crying for Watari.

I did in those lonely days in the orphanage. The shrill chime of the bells melodized with my wailing, sending the adults there home with migraines. I cried every night, every day. I didn't want to believe that I was finally completely alone, that nobody was there for me. Truth be told, the butler from a burnt up estate could hardly be counted as a reliable companion. And he had just left me at the orphanage.

I didn't even have the chance to attend my own parents' funeral.

But then Watari came back. The tortured ringing of the orphanage bells finally melted into the silent hush of London's rain, until I heard no more. I stopped crying from that moment on too. After all, being ten years old was a big responsibility. I didn't want anyone to think that I wasn't worthy of that.

But now Watari is gone too. My hands clench on the arms of my chair, and I lean forward, about to take control of the situation.

It comes suddenly.

It seems hard realize how obvious the beating of one's heart is until it finally dissapears.

My hands grow slack, the spoon falling out of them and clattering to the ground, alongside my body, heavy with numbness. Thankfully, my fall is cushioned by something or rather, someone. I wish to turn around, to see their face, to thank them for this favor they have done for me, but I find myself too weak to even turn my head.

The bells...I knew that their ringing was more intense today, but even I could never predict this happening.

Now I feel my eyes, still wide open, staring upward at the gray ceiling, illuminated by the glow of the screens. My body is shifted slightly, and now Light's face comes into my vision, eyebrows knitted in concern.

All of the pain in my body suddenly becomes startlingly real, and now I can feel tears pouring out of my eyes. But they are not real. They are merely the sharpest memories that make up my shattered soul, leaving my mind and splattering on the ground. Light's eyes widen now, mouth agape. I know that only he can see these tears, this inner turmoil of my mind.

Soon, I feel empty. I don't feel anything about this childhood of mine, of this life I have expierienced. Light's face relaxes once again, and I see something new in his eyes. A crimson glow, full of hatred and anger.

And the mad shine of success.

His lips pull back into a sneer, and his head is tilted in such a way that his facial expressions appear most ominous.

' Damn you. I knew that you would win in the end.'

I remember when I told everyone that like Kira, I hold the same hatred torwards losing.

So in the end, it seems that we were just two children, playing our killing game.

My eyes close, lashes making their final contact with the skin on my cheeks.

' Well Kira... It was fun while it lasted.'

(AN) I know I haven't updated any of my stories in a while, but at least I could write this! I am having a severe case of writers block.