AN: This has nothing to do with anything but it's weird and I wanted to share: A while ago when I got whichever DVD it was, I had to get the one with the L figurine because that was all they had and I was tired of waiting. (I really don't care about the things, but since it was L, I took it.) The weird thing is that the box L came in smells exactly like someone spilled rose oil in it.

I did my best to look up how Japan entrance exams, ceremonies, etc. work but frankly what I came up with was spotty at best. So I basically made crap up. Gomen. And don't judge too harshly. ;)

I love how Winchester gets a shout out on Wikipedia as being the location of Wammy's House. That's awesome. Aaaaand I finally realized I've been spelling "Wammy's" wrong. Which is just...excellent. -smacking forehead-

Sing For Absolution

Our wrongs
Remain unrectified
And our souls
Won't be exhumed

.x.L.x.

One of the houses L owned had a rather extensive garden. Honestly, he couldn't even remember which house it was, just that it was in a temperate climate – he'd never been entirely convinced of the security of the location and so used it infrequently. He recalled that it was set in a rural area, no other dwellings within acres, leaving plenty of room for all the trees and shrubs and flowers. There were probably statues and fountains and things, too, but he'd never paid it any attention. What did he care about landscaping? Only as far as it provided or subverted cover. He didn't remember why he'd bought the house in the first place, either. It must have been more convenient to whatever he'd been working on at the time because usually L preferred to be in the midst of a city. There was no better place to hide than in a sea of millions of other bodies, no better anonymity. And L had never been one to commune with nature anyway.

However, at this house were a few bushes that had caught L's attention. They grew just next to the window of the study where he generally spent most of his time working. It was an unusual choice for him as he typically preferred to be in an upper storey and this room happened to be on the ground floor. But he liked the layout of the room and the fact that it only had one window suited his tastes perfectly. Maybe the bushes had had something to do with it as well.

L hadn't noticed them at all until he'd been there during one occasion sometime in the summer, July perhaps. The window had been open and a warm breeze arose, carrying a scent into the room. And L had been instantly intoxicated. He found himself drawn to the opening to examine the source more closely. One of the bushes had grown so large that it was half-covering the window and a few branches actually extended just inside when the casement was open as it had been then.

The fragrance was emanating from the long clusters of purple flowers that tipped each branch. It was almost overpowering this close. There were several butterflies of various kinds as well as other insects flitting around the tiny tubular blossoms, none of which were disturbed by L's presence, even as he reached out to gently grasp a cluster. Soft, an oddly silky feel. He stroked his thumb along the blossoms and realized they were damp – there must have been a rain recently. But he didn't care that his hand was getting wet, just stood there touching the flowers and breathing in their perfume.

L came back to himself in stages, removing his hand and giving the plant a suspicious look as though it had ensnared him of its own volition. Well, perhaps some landscaping person had accidentally put in something that resided in one of the families of flora that produced narcotics and some of its effect was derived through the aroma it gave off. Sure. Why not. Curious now to know what exactly it was, L went back to his laptop and searched for anything matching its description. (He could have just asked Watari who would have surely known every little detail about the residence, down to which quarry the stone of the outer walls had been taken from; but, though L was certainly inclined toward asking questions which were utterly random and Watari was used to such non sequiturs, the detective didn't feel like revealing that he'd been bothered by a bush.)

Buddleja davidii (or Buddleia davidii as there seemed to be some kind of dispute in nomenclature). Butterfly bush. "Addictive" only to members of the Lepidoptera order, some bees, moths and, in the right areas, hummingbirds. No logical or scientific reason for the intoxication of human senses. Apparently L simply had a completely unexplainable and heretofore unheard of fixation on a plant. Which was quite the surprise and rather unsettling as well.

And being aware of his sudden fascination did nothing to lessen its power as he'd half-hoped it might. L had always assumed that given how tenacious he was such a thing could one day cross the boundary into something approaching obsession. He'd just never in his wildest imaginings thought that the first object he would become fixed on in such a way would be a bush. A butterfly bush.

L could, of course, through willpower stay away from the window and the alluring blossoms, but the scent still invaded his senses and set his mind drifting off to places that were extremely unproductive. His work could not suffer that kind of disruption. He wasn't about to change rooms nor – though he briefly considered it – have the bushes torn out. In the end, he resolved the issue by the simple and expedient method of closing and never again opening the window.

The incident was only important as it gave L his first taste of the obsessive side of his own nature. It was, unfortunately, not the last and not the worst fixation that ever took hold of him. And, obviously, in no way dangerous. Unlike now.

Light Yagami was a butterfly bush and L didn't know how to shut the window. Worse, he didn't even really want to. That Light was his primary suspect and thus demanding of L's attention didn't matter – it wasn't as though "shutting the window" took with it all awareness of the object on the other side, just severed its hold on L. If he could have made that separation he would have been able to focus on Light only as a suspect, maintaining the objectivity and detachment he was so used to.

And it wasn't even necessarily Light Yagami himself. L surmised that, had he come across Light under any other circumstances, such as working on a case together, he would have found the boy incredibly useful and probably stimulating in an intellectual sense – and then promptly gone on to forget about him entirely when the case was resolved. That was just how L was.

It was the Kira aspect and Light Yagami as its vessel that had L so interested in the boy. Kira had captivated both L's intellectual and competitive side through his game-playing and the man found himself dwelling on it even when not in its presence. There had been nothing special or diverting in the last few weeks of killings (which also meant nothing that could be latched onto as a stronger piece of evidence) and L hadn't seen Light in any form but briefly since their short-lived staring match at the exams. That had been at the To-oh exams during which L made no effort to draw any particular attention to himself. There had been time and there had been distance and yet L couldn't give up his fixation. Something else was required.

.x.L.x.

It was probably a completely idiotic move. There was absolutely no call for him to be going anywhere right now and several valid reasons why he should stay put. Like the fact that he was in the middle of an investigation. That, however, was the least of L's concerns. What was bothering him more was the reason he was going at all and his choice of location. Especially the choice of location. He'd half-wondered if Watari would say anything about it but as usual the man kept silent, merely made all the arrangements. (At times L took to debating whether Watari simply trusted L's methods regardless of what they were or if he was just of the opinion that it was best to give genius what it wanted and then get out of the way. Probably both. And L was of the opinion that Watari's conclusions were correct – it worked out most favorably for L that way.)

L told the investigation team that another case he'd been working on required a wrap-up from him that would probably take a day or two. It was vaguely amusing to see that, though they generally didn't seem to care for his presence, the threat of removing it had them in a tizzy. They were somewhat placated by his announcement that Watari would be remaining at their disposal for whatever they might need during the short period of his absence. Business as usual was his only instruction to them before he left empty-handed, his single carry-on already in the car that drove him to the airport.

.x.L.x.

L appreciated his decreased need for sleep for a number of reasons and one of them was that jet-lag seemed to have very little effect on him. Actually, it amused him that, due to the time difference, the twelve hour flight had only cost him three hours (according to the clock anyway). He hadn't spent the twelve hours in a particularly productive manner although he had tried to form some new connections in the Kira case, put pieces together without any of the normal distractions surrounding him. Unfortunately it was a futile exercise as there simply wasn't enough hard evidence, just instinct leading him on.

He took a cab from the airport to a station where he boarded a train bound for Winchester. The hour or so ride was occupied by merely gazing out the window, not necessarily thinking of anything or paying attention to the scenery, which was, in itself, actually quite nice. When he disembarked, L decided to forgo any further vehicular travel and walked to his destination, hands in his pockets and carry-on slung over his shoulder, not bothering with eccentricities other than his natural slouch.

The building he finally approached was nearly unfamiliar to him. Not that it had changed in any significant way over the years – he just felt little to no connection to it. Whether that was because it had been so many years (over a decade) and he'd spent so little time there, or because it just generally wasn't in L to form those bonds…. Well, he'd been wondering how he would react and now that question was answered.

L went directly to Roger's office, passing several children along the way but not paying any special attention. In turn, he received a few curious looks but nothing more than passing glances as they went about their business, whatever that might be. Roger was not in his office which didn't really surprise L – from what he understood the man's job was fairly demanding and L didn't envy him it (not that anyone would have ever offered such a position to L in the first place). He set his carry-on down and wandered over to one of the bookcases, picking a volume at random, flipping it open to no particular page and reading until the man returned.

"L," he greeted a little breathlessly.

"Luke," L corrected absently, still absorbed in the book. He muttered, "Pawn to Queen's six?" and then closed and replaced the novel, directing his attention to the short, worn-looking man who was fiddling unconsciously with a lighter that had no doubt been confiscated from someone. L hoped there hadn't been any more fires set. Clean-up was rather time consuming.

The man nodded in lieu of an apology. "Watari informed me you would be coming – I have a room set aside if you decide to stay. He didn't mention, though, the reason for your visit…?"

"Just feeling a little nostalgic," L answered with a small quirk of the lips, hands back in his pockets, bare toes twiddling on the hardwood floor. (He'd slipped out of his shoes … somewhere. Probably in the foyer. He'd find them later. And if not, oh well.)

"I see." Roger wasn't nearly as unflappable as Watari but he still didn't ask unnecessary questions. "If there's anything you should need, I will be here to take care of it."

"Yes, thank you. I think for now I'll simply take a tour of the house. It's been a while."

The older man nodded. "As you wish."

Despite what he'd told Roger and despite what he'd even told himself, there was actually a purpose to L's visit, stemming from the incident with B. While this whole establishment really was entirely of Watari's design and responsibility, L wondered if perhaps he hadn't made a mistake by never taking a small part in it himself. Put a "human face" on what these children were trying to achieve. Of course, he could just as easily be making a tremendous mistake now by coming here, but he'd never find out if he didn't try. Not that that necessarily meant he'd be returning if the experiment proved successful. Still….

He wandered through the house rather aimlessly, no precise destination or even person in mind. L assumed he would eventually come across what he didn't know he was looking for. And so he did in a room on the ground floor. It seemed to be a small library – there were bookcases lining much of the walls and a desk with an idle computer humming softly. Quite a number of books were scattered all over the floor, some in precarious stacks, some tossed haphazardly and lying open in ways that were surely doing their spines no good.

The room's only occupant was sitting on the floor near the window, one leg up and supporting an elbow as the boy intently engaged in some activity that L couldn't quite make out from his current vantage. He couldn't see the boy's face from this angle either, especially due to the nearly shoulder-length platinum-blond hair covering the better part of his profile. Even so, L recognized him.

He stepped quietly in the room and approached the bent figure from the side. His presence drew no heed from the boy although L knew the blond was aware of him, and L put a thumb to his mouth, amused at being deliberately ignored. Now he could see what the boy was doing, too. He had a hold of a rather large and sharp-looking knife and he was using it to whittle a nondescript piece of wood into what appeared to be a cross.

Rather than the question most responsible adults probably would have asked (such as, "Where did you get that knife?"), L inquired curiously, "Do you believe in God?"

The boy kept his attention on his task as he answered shortly, "No." There was a pause and then, softly, "But I do believe in heaven."

L tilted his head in interest. "Heaven?"

The boy scowled. "Not like the fluffy clouds and robes and angels. Or the 'perfect' Earth, a land of 'milk and honey' and whatever else."

"Nirvana then?"

"Not really. Just…." The blond stopped for a moment, quiet as though he was gathering his thoughts and L didn't break the silence. "Maybe just … nothing."

"Nothing?"

He nodded brusquely but firmly. "Non-existence. No more anything. No joys or sorrows, pleasure or pain, expectations, disappointments, no thoughts, no feelings, just nothing." He paused again, the knife halted as well. "That would be my Heaven."

There was no reason for it, the question just came out. "Why?"

The blond drooped, face falling forward and hair curtaining and hiding his face. "Because I'm tired. Sometimes I'm just so tired of living. I don't ever want to have to do it again, in any form, anywhere."

He was fourteen, L recalled from his file. Just fourteen.

"That doesn't mean I want to die," he suddenly continued in a defiant voice, lifting his head again. "Just that, when it's over I want it to be over."

"I understand." And L did. Not that he shared the same views, or any views at all, really. It wasn't something he spent time contemplating. But he understood.

The blond shrugged as though he didn't care one way or the other, continuing to shape the wood with practiced strokes. L didn't question any further, instead took a look around the room. Although it was surely a communal area, it seemed as if the boy had probably created a niche here, surrounded by the books and shelves. Then his eyes fell on more pieces of wood that had been strewn around the boy, these much less nondescript than the one he was working on. Actually, they were downright familiar. L bent down and picked one up; it was a violin peg. The action caught the boy's attention and he tensed ever-so-slightly.

"Did you do this?"

"I wanted to see how it was put together," the blond answered defensively.

A tiny smile crossed L's lips. "And?"

The boy exhaled sharply. "It's surprisingly complicated."

That actually induced a laugh from the man. The noise seemed to startle the blond and he finally looked up at the person he'd been conversing with, dark eyes wide. Those eyes. They could have been plucked out of L's own head. The same determination, the same utter disregard. Perhaps a bit more wild.

The eyes narrowed as the blond continued to stare. "Who are you?"

L rubbed a foot on his pants leg. "Who do you think I am?"

The eyes traveled up and down his form again, taking in everything from the messy black hair to the shoeless feet. It was interesting to see the thoughts behind the obsidian orbs as the boy considered possibilities, dismissed and then accepted a conclusion.

"Why are you here? Aren't you working on the Kira case?" he finally asked, and L was silently pleased at his discretion in not voicing his identity.

"Yes," he spoke in answer to the second question, not bothering with the first. "You call yourself Mello." It wasn't exactly a query but expected a response.

"Yeah." A little smile twisted his lips. "You should remember that name." Cocky. Which didn't really bother L but what did was the tiniest hint of desperation in Mello's dark eyes. That was the sort of thing that was prelude to situations like that with B. Maybe there was a purpose for L to be here after all, then. If he could suppress the urge before it took hold….

And so L told Mello about Beyond Birthday, everything he knew for certain and everything he'd been able to question out of B, even though it didn't all make sense. He told him a couple of other stories, too, because Mello wanted to listen and, for once in his life, L wanted to talk. And whether he did any good or not, only time would tell. The entire time the boy continued his whittling but it was obvious that he was listening raptly. In the end Mello was left with a simple but well-formed wooden cross and L was left with a sense of something very akin to fulfillment.

There was no drawn out farewell between the two – in fact, L simply left, fingering the peg in his pocket while Mello began working a hole into the cross so that it could be worn as a pendant. L spent a bit more time walking the halls of Wammy's House, stopping once in a doorway. On the other side was the other one with his eyes, seated on the floor as Mello had been, meticulously lining up dozens of domino tiles. The boy glanced over, met L's eyes for a solid moment and then turned back to his project. Neither spoke and L walked away with another smile. He seemed to be doing that quite a lot since coming here.

And that was that, L realized. He was done here and done running away – because as much as he was loathe to admit it, that's what he'd been doing. But this problem, this fixation couldn't be ignored any longer and clearly couldn't be suppressed either. He was just going to have to deal with it and finish this case before things got out of control. And he could always figure out what to do with Kira after he'd been caught. Whether it was legal or not.

Enough of this nonsense, then. He knew what had to be done.

.x.L.x.

(L never did find his shoes. Some child probably absconded with them. Roger ended up having to have a new pair purchased for him.)

.x.L.x.

Given as there were only about two hours until the next stage of L's plan was to take place, he really couldn't put off discussing it with the rest of the task force any longer.

"I have decided to pursue another method of investigation," he announced without preamble. "This may be particularly difficult for you, Yagami-san, as it concerns your son."

The older man blanched. "My son?"

L nodded, the bulk of his concentration seemingly on the sugar cubes he was systematically grinding up with his fingernails and sprinkling into his tea cup. "I believe that, given what evidence we have been able to collect, your son, Light Yagami, is the strongest suspect as Kira. As such, I have taken steps to become enrolled in To-oh University as his classmate in order to observe him more closely." Yagami seemed entirely incapable of speech after L's declaration but it didn't matter as Aizawa was vocal enough for the both of them.

"Ryuuzaki! What evidence are you talking about? You said yourself that there was no suspicious activity from anyone in those households! How can you accuse the Superintendent's own son?"

"I do not do so idly, Aizawa-san," L answered calmly. Aizawa opened his mouth again but was cut off by Yagami.

"Ryuuzaki." The man sounded a bit winded and L assumed he was still coming to terms with his shock. "Are you absolutely certain this is our best option?"

L crumbled his sugar in silence for a moment before answering. "No. But it can't be ruled out. And if I were to form a connection with Light Yagami and take note of his actions either his guilt or innocence could be established much more quickly." The addition of the word "innocence" should help to pull the man into L's corner.

"To what extent do you suspect my son?"

Nearly one hundred percent. "Less than two percent." It was difficult to tell if Yagami was relieved by the low number or irritated by it. Aizawa was clearly the latter while Matsuda watched the scene with worry, undoubtedly eager to jump in with some soothing and pointless words.

"Until it is zero, then, do what you must," Yagami grated out.

"I will, Yagami-san." This was part of the reason L hadn't mentioned his intentions any earlier – Yagami was quite visibly distressed and, though L couldn't be sure whether he would have even seen his children on his rare trips home, L didn't want Light to have any kind of forewarning about what was coming.

An uncomfortable silence descended and was not broken until L left.

.x.L.x.

L had hoped that Light might trip on the stairs and fall flat on his face – a completely immature wish to be sure, but then L had never claimed to be anything else. The boy had seemed to falter for a moment but, being who he was, quickly recovered and instead turned to shake L's hand and give some generic and false claims of admiration. And L really shouldn't have felt the jolt he did from the physical contact with this specific person and so blithely ignored it. Treacherous body.

Other than the momentary lapse, Light was the absolute picture of a proper student and model citizen, letting nothing but respectful attention show on his face. L didn't look at him but was nevertheless intensely aware of the boy as he sat beside him, arms crossed and resting on his knees. He could practically hear Light's mind working, looking for veracity of L's claim and the consequences either way. The stress L was causing was absolutely delightful. And he couldn't resist a parting shot.

"I'll be seeing you on campus, then." As in, your time of ease is over. Until I win, you will never again have a peaceful moment.

.x.L.x.

L lost no time in what would have to be termed as his stalking of Light Yagami, which seemed to further strain Soichiro Yagami. If possible, the man looked even worse than he had the day before, distinctly unkempt. Of course L couldn't really understand his mental dilemma but the important thing was that he was still performing his duty and letting L do his. Today that meant laying the foundation for a public connection with Light.

Like most of the other students, Light was spending the day on campus registering for classes, possibly looking at clubs or job opportunities. Technically, that's probably what L should have been doing as well, but it was doubtful that he'd bother with classes at all. Only if necessary. After all, why should he sit through a lecture that he could probably teach himself?

L found Light relatively quickly and proceeded to make a nuisance of himself, mostly just by his mere presence. It was all the more enjoyable as Light had to feign interest in "becoming friends" with L in order to clear the suspicion on him. Although that didn't mean the boy was going to be all sugar and spice about it.

"Why were you staring at me during the exams?" Light demanded to know as they walked through the expansive campus, supposedly on the way to a cafeteria.

"That was just a coincidence, Yagami-kun," L stated with perfect innocence. "You were seated directly in my line of sight and when you turned our eyes just happened to meet."

"You weren't blinking!" the boy insisted.

"I wasn't not blinking, Yagami-kun. I do so as often as my eyes require."

Light raised a brow. "Then you could give a cat a run for its money."

"Doubtful, Yagami-kun, as I lack a third eyelid."

The boy was exasperated, L could tell, but all he showed on his face was a sort of wry smile. "That was a joke, Ryuuga."

"Ah." Sad to say, L actually had found it a little funny but he was amused by his own response more. Honestly, though, he was enjoying this contact with Light, with Kira. At times it was difficult to remember that there was a case to solve – even though that was the only reason for this proximity – or even a world to consider, so wrapped up was L in their silent game. Of course he realized this was a dangerous mindset to have but he'd come to the decision that such focus would only drive him on to a conclusion of the case and as such he should let it go. For the first time L would be flying largely on instinct and the sensation was exhilarating.

"I'm enjoying our time together, Yagami-kun." Well, well, a truth. Imagine that. "We should plan to meet again."

The boy nodded with a smile. "I agree, Ryuuga. It's nice speaking to someone of your intelligence. I don't often get to."

"Perhaps tomorrow, then? We could find something to do if you're available." And of course you will be because you'd never pass up an opportunity to see what you can find out from me.

"Sure. What did you have in mind?"

I don't suppose you'd appreciate being strapped to a chair and having a confession forced out of you through any means necessary. "Something physically challenging, I think. I rather enjoy tennis. Would that be acceptable?" He'd learned weeks ago, when he did an in-depth investigation into all things Light, that the boy had at one time excelled at the sport before simply giving it up. Rather after L's own tendencies, that.

Light gave a smile that bordered on being a smirk. "Yeah, that'd be fine. Is it okay, though, for you to be taking time off like that?"

As if I were on vacation. "Yes, Yagami-kun, it's fine. I don't need to be at headquarters every moment for the investigation to move forward."

"Well, that's good." The boy smiled but his eyes flashed briefly with irritation. It was something L often caught and obviously he himself was generally the cause. Oddly, though, at times it happened during pauses in conversation. Maybe Light's own internal monologue was vexing him. That would be entertaining if so. It would be gratifying to know that he was driving Kira as much to distraction as Kira was driving L.

"Do you suppose they have any kind of cake at the cafeteria, Yagami-kun?" the man asked, thumb delicately nibbled in thought.

Light gave a pleasant-sounding laugh. "I don't know, Ryuuga. But don't you think it's a bit early for that kind of thing?"

"It is never too early for cake, Yagami-kun," L answered in a tone of absolute seriousness. Although, frankly, he wasn't quite in the mood at the moment. Some fruit would be preferable – like a banana maybe.

"If you say so," Light was replying, giving the man a dubious look.

"It's a fact, one that I've put much research into. Cake is very important to higher thinking." I don't even know what I'm saying anymore.

Light chuckled and L realized he'd been trying to induce the noise, almost smiling himself. "I'll have to take your word for it. I don't care much for bakery items."

"More for me then, Yagami-kun." Any reply Light might have made was cut off by the ring of L's cell phone. He answered it, holding the phone in a thoroughly ridiculous manner as though it would attack him at any moment. The conversation was short and L disconnected with a prod of one long finger, placing the phone back into his pocket.

"My apologies, Yagami-kun. I'm needed back at headquarters." Not really. It had just been Watari, saying that he was waiting with the car whenever L was finished.

"I understand. I'll see you tomorrow, then?"

L nodded. "Around eleven, if that's alright."

"That's fine. I'll see you then." And Light walked away, posture casually perfect, L deriving far too much enjoyment in watching him. Cocky brat.

.x.L.x.

Even though he'd lost – which was annoying – L had still greatly enjoyed the tennis match. It had been something like a physical representation of their mental battle and L had reveled in the opportunity for active movement which he'd been denied for the last three months. (He especially lamented the loss of his precious capoeira.) And of course he'd taken another shot at Light with the declaration that Light was currently under suspicion of being Kira, although only one percent, tacking on a bit of drivel about wishing to find Light entirely innocent and using him to aid in the investigation.

The boy laughed it off, a lamer response than what L had been hoping for. Ah, well. Not everything he uttered could be a gem. And at least he'd suggested that they go somewhere else to talk after they ditched their equipment and L changed into more appropriate footwear, that was, without socks or properly tied and worn shoes.

The verbal battle at the café was just as wonderful as the physical one on the tennis court. Light made few mistakes, but still, mistakes they were and L catalogued and filed each one away for future dissection. But the boy's thought processes were so closely aligned to his own that L found himself drawn into the conversation on a level other than mere investigation. He would have loved sit there and continue the interview and simply indulge in Light's presence, but they were interrupted by the completely unforeseen blow of Soichiro Yagami's collapse.

They were both silent on the car ride over and L was too absorbed in his own thoughts to try and read Light's. Once they arrived at the hospital, L was honestly relieved to find that it likely hadn't been an attack by Kira – (would Light kill his own father?) – while at the same time not entirely surprised. After all, no one yet had survived Kira's wrath.

He sat, rather patiently he thought, through the familial mush fest, although keeping silent would probably have been of greater relief to the Yagamis. But there was no sense in him beginning to act in a socially proper manner now. And his wish for Yagami to recover completely before resuming work was genuine – even if it was mostly because L wanted his investigators at their peak.

L was sorry to leave as he realized that it would probably be some time until he could reasonably expect to see Light again. And now that he'd made a connection with him, he wanted to strengthen it, keep Light around him as often as possible. Sighing, L ran a hand through his thick hair and looked out the window. Patience. Things were moving forward. And he still had time.

AN: I never much cared about Mello but I've been growing an appreciation for him. A little unhinged, sure, but you're okay, dude. :)

I don't recall Near ever playing with dominos which seems odd. My favorite thing of his, I think, were the motorized ducks. They were just too cute.

And I have to say, even if it ultimately led to bad things, the way L revealed himself to Light was, like, the best offensively defensive move ever. Go L!

So next time, introducing the lovely Miss Misa Amane! -pthhhhhhhh!- :)

4 Aug '08