Flashback...
Marisol closed her eyes, finishing her piece on the piano, there was a standing ovation. She bowed deeply, going back stage.
"Nice work…the dress was a very nice touch"
She turned smiling at who she saw.
"L…" She sighed running to hug him. "I can't believe you came…and wore shoes"
"You asked me to and I thought shoes would be appropriate for such an occasion…besides I solved the case already…" he shrugged.
"Already?! You were just assigned to it a few days ago!"
"…It wasn't that difficult really"
"Whatever freak brain" Marisol rolled her eyes, starting towards the dressing room.
"Speaking of freaks, have you seen anything?"
She glared at him, "…Yes…as a matter of fact I have…I hate old theatres like this…there's always something here…"
"You should be used to it by now, you have a different concert every week for a different skill" L continued, following her.
"Well excuse me for being talented!" she cried slamming the door to her dressing room.
"A prodigy is more like it. You play the piano, flute, violin, Shamisen and you sing in multiple languages…" He said leaning against the door.
"Isn't that the only type of kids that live in 'Wammy's House'?"
"True…You're brother is doing well by the way…"
"Is the brainwashing complete?" she asked skeptically.
"He has a knack for criminology…"
"Only because he and Mellow act like you're god…He even made up a stupid alias for himself, 'Near'? How dumb is that?"
"I like it…"
"You would wouldn't you?" She sighed stepping out of the dressing room. Her eyes alighted on the rafters, she covered them diving into L's chest.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"…Up there…it's a stage hand who hung himself…" she whimpered. "Please let's just get out of here"
He sighed leading her to out a side door.
"There is that better?"
Marisol glanced around, "much…There are less spirits out here…"
"This is strangely reminiscent of when we were children and you would dive into my bed at night…"
"Yeah well…"Marisol prickled as the two got into the limo waiting out back.
"…I wonder how you'd fair with the things you see if I wasn't around…"
"I'm not a child anymore, L" she rolled her eyes. L laid his head in her lap, she sighed.
"You're such a big baby"
"I can't help it if I missed you" he shut his eyes as she began to run her fingers through his hair.
...End Flashback
"…I can hear them…"
Marisol gazed down at the spectral L, his ear pressed to her already growing stomach.
"There's more than one?"
"Oh yes…Twins…a boy and a girl"
Marisol smiled at him, then sighed.
"…What is it?"
"…It's nothing…I guess…I'm going to miss you when you're gone…that's all…"
L sat up gazing into her eyes, he leaned into her lips but his kiss was cold as death.
Flashback...
Marisol sat by the window, gazing angrily out at the children at play.
"Someone's in a bad mood"
She looked up as L entered the room.
"Go away…"
"Come now, what's wrong?" he asked coming to sit by her on the bed. Marisol's lower lip wobbled and her eyes tiered up.
"…Why do you have to go to Japan!? Furthermore, why didn't you tell me?!"
"Well…I'm going to Japan because it seems their police force is having a hard time catching Kira…and I didn't tell you because I knew you would cry like this" L sighed.
"Whatever…just…get lost already, jerk!" she sniffled, wiping her eyes on her sleeve. L wrapped an arm around her shoulders.
"…Come with me"
She looked up into his obscenely wide dark eyes.
"I asked Wammy and he said it was fine…"
"L…" she began.
"…are you two going to kiss now?" Near asked from the door.
"NATE!!" Marisol squealed, blushing. He crossed the room to his bed, reaching under it he pulled out a puzzle. Dumping out the contents, he sat on the floor, beginning to put it together.
"What'll it be? Are you going to Japan?"
"…I don't know…"
"You speak fluent Japanese…" L began.
"You'll get to spend time with L" Near continued.
"But what about you, Nate? You're my kid brother and, although you're a freak sometimes…most of the times…I love you"
"And you're my big sister and I want you to be happy" Near recited without looking at her.
"…Nate…"
"And besides, I don't want to be left here with your whining when L's gone"
"NATE!" Marisol growled, temper flaring. L pulled her against his chest.
"Now, now, it will be fine. There's nothing for you to worry about"
Marisol sighed, her cheeks a light pink.
...End Flashback
"Oh, my dear! How many months are you along?" the Realtor asked.
"Seven months" she smiled, placing a hand to her stomach.
"Do you know what it is?"
"Twins actually… a boy and girl"
"So you'll be wanting a three bedroom…" she said typing something into the computer.
"…Preferably…"
"Hmmm…you said before you were living in Japan up til now…What made you want to come back to the States?" she asked absently. Marisol glared down at her feet biting her lip, she played with the locket around her neck.
"…My…husband…he was murdered by Kira…"
"Oh my, I'm sorry! By Kira, you say? Was he a criminal?"
Marisol's expression hardened. "…No… he was…in the way…"
