Previously

Light, stared captivated but the pure feelings resonating through the girl's voice, once he'd finally torn his own eyes from her, he looked over at L; to see he wore a face of pure shock.

"L, what is it?" Light whispered, if such a soft tone could even be called such. Much as Light was happy to see his friend actually was capable of showing emotion - this was starting to worry the teen.

L looked over at Light, his dark eyes large, and swimming with emotion. "I know her!" He whispered back-sounding frantic.

"Well, who is she then?" Light asked back.

"A," L said just as the last few notes dropped off.

Chapter 2

"Who?" Light asked, but his question was lost in the roar of the crowd. L looked away from the face of his friend, instead staring at the spot on stage Almost-A, had just been standing.

'How can she be alive?' The detective questioned, he remembered hearing her fell, remembered her as she lay on the ground-the blood-and the note she'd pressed into her hand just as her last breath left her….

The soft pitter patter of rain a top the roof of Whammy's House for the Gifted was common, so it normally went unnoticed, especially at the current time; which was some time around midnight. Only few were awake at this hour, whether it be for extra study time, or in L's case: insomnia and a craving of sweets. As L walked down the hall leading to the kitchen, which was located in the back of the large building, he studied the paintings on the wall, noticing how the greater portion were tilting slightly, which was something he knew would piss of both his brother, B, and their close friend, A.

Carefully, as to not wake up the others who slept a few floors above him, L opened the kitchen door the slightest bit, making sure not to open it enough that its hinges would squeak and give him away. That was the one bothersome thing about the building's age, but wasn't complaining at all, in fact he really adored Whammy's house-just the way it was.

He had come to Whammy's back when he was five years old, his brother, who had been three at the time arriving about a week after him. A, who was a year older then B and a year younger the L, had arrived on L's 7th birthday – about two years after the boys had. Instantly, B and A had clicked, and within one single week, and it seemed as if the two had always been close friends. L, on the other hand hadn't been able to establish a connection with A until a few months after she'd arrived, and that day just happened to be Christmas. And from that past nine year, they'd stayed just as close.

As L recalled the moments that had gifted him the best friendship, he grabbed a mini cheese cake from the large chest freezer in the corner or the room, sliding across the polished hard wood floor in his bright white socks to the door, L flicked the light switch to off and slipped out the door. As he once again passed the crooked paintings, L tore into the chilled brown paper wrapping, talking a small bite of the crust, he heard the sound of the attic latch being pulled and the ladder landing on the floor with a soft thump. Curious as to who else could be awake at this hour, L walked down the hall way until he got to the open door of the store room, looking inside he was able to that someone had indeed let down the ceiling ladder, which was unsafely long – it had to go up almost four stories! Being the detective he was, L softly placed down him mini cheese cake down onto one more the larger cardboard boxes and climbed up the ladder, his speed slow and his eyes wide – searching for any movement in the attic room.

"Hello?" He called out as he stepped off the ladder and into the darkroom above.

A soft crash of a book and a pen hitting the floor could be heard, and the voice of a young girl. "L, is that you? You nearly gave me a heart attack!" L recognized the voice to be A's. Reaching up, L pulled the string connected to the bare bulb that hung from the ceiling, illuminating the small room.

"Yes it's my, what were you doing?" Straight to the point, as always, L walked over to where A sat on the open window frame – luckily the overhang of the roof prevented the rain for reaching the brunette girls seat.

"Thinking." She mumbled, looking out the window and down at the garden below. L looked at her, confused. Normally A was full of cheer and enthusiasm – even when she'd first arrived at Whammy's House, she'd wore a smile for everyone. But now she seemed to have lost her happiness, and L could swear he say dried tear tracks down her fair cheeks, though the shadow from her glasses made him a little unsure. For the past few weeks her cheerful spirit had seemed to slowly dwindle away, which was something B had pointed out to his brother a while ago, but L had paid it no mind. Now he was worried. "Why are you up?" She asked, turning the question back onto him.

"Getting a snack." L paused, realizing A didn't seem to be listening. "Are you alright? B's been really worried about you…"

"That's sweet of him, and I'm fine. Like I said, I've just been thinking over a lot of things lately."

"Okay, just know that if you need, I'll be here for you." L said, turning on his heel and walking over to the ladder leading to the third floor.

"L," A called, rushing to him and pulling him into a big hug. "Thank you." She whispered, slightly adding a 'but that doesn't change things' in her mind and she quickly yet gently pressed her lips to the young detective's, pilling away a few seconds later.

"Of...of course!" He shuddered out, a red color rising to his cheeks. "I'll see you in the...the morning. Goodnight A." He said as he swung himself around and then down the ladder.

"Yes, goodnight indeed." A whispered as she tore a piece of paper from the note book, placed it in her pocket and then pulled the strip to turn out the lights.

'She..A..She Kissed me!' L though as he walked back to his room, the red tint still in his cheeks. L had secretly had an incredible crush on A from the longest time, so the quick goodnight kiss made him feel ecstatic; and like one of those silly girls in the romance movies that were sometimes a part included as a part of movie night.

Slowly opening his door, much the same as how he'd opened the kitchen door, he looked in to see his brother asleep. Silently walking over to his side of the room, L tossed the cheese cake wrapping into the nearest garbage can, which over flowed with candy wrappers a single serving packets of strawberry jam. 'I guess I should sleep.' L thought to himself, laying atop of his bed, not bothering to pull back the sheet, resting his head on the pillow the young genius fell asleep.

A few hours later, both L and B were awoken by the sound of a scream, short but piercing, past their window followed by a thud on the ground. Red eyes locked with gray and the brothers ran from their room, pushing past all the other children who'd left their room to see what was going on. L held tightly onto B's arm, holding his brother close; since they were slipping and sliding down the polished halls in their socks. After they'd tackled, and survived, the long stair way down to the main room, L ran to the door, throwing it open and racing out into the rain, his brother hot on his heels.

Ignoring the squishing sound from their now soaked socks, the brothers ran to the garden, near the area below their room's window. Since the outside wall below their window was one of the garden borders, they could get closer.

"Come on!" B called back to his brother, who had stopped running, staring at the form in the garden; the one with that was whimpering softly and was pierced through the torso with a stake form the garden.

"B," L said sternly. "Go get Rodger and Whammy."

"Why?" B questioned, his eyes gleaming in the lights from the open windows of the orphanage.

"JUST DO IT BEYOND!" L yelled, rushing to the person who lay on the ground. Nodding solemnly, B rushed back to the front door, not taking the time to question his brother.

L slowly walked to the form on the ground, not wanting to believe his own eyes.

"…help…" A soft voice whispered.

"Oh god!" L said aloud, jumping the two foot fence and running over plants to get to the person. "…A, are you alright?"

"Ryuzaki? Hello? Rue? HEY! L!" Light called out to his friend, trying to get his attention, just as he had been for the past ten minutes.

"Huh? Light, what is it?" L asked, acting as he hadn't been staring at the stage for the past hour.

"Its break time. You know? Intermission. Misa wanted to see us back stage." Light continued, standing up and brushing his hair to the side, then patting it back down.

"Oh, alright." L carefully unfolded his legs, setting them on the floor and then rising to his feet, just as his friend have.

"Are you alright?" Light asked as he led L down the aisle. "Is this about what you said earlier?"

"Please do not mention that again, light. I would wish to confirm what I thought earlier before anything else." L said in a rush.

"Alright Ryuzaki lets just get back stage and meet up with Misa before she gets pissed. Maybe you can even ask the singer about your thought.

Hi guys! Sorry this chapter is so short and is mostly just background filler fluff, but I still hope you enjoyed it! I didn't save the original copy properly so about half of it was lost, I and was lazy and didn't want to recreat most of it… ANYWAY I'll keep trying to update once a week, but I'm only one fan-girl! If you see any mistakes, whether in the logical background or grammar/spelling wise, please let me know!

Bye for now!