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You guys know how I do the /Haruhi/ thing? Well every time I do that, It will be the person's POV unless I say under the /??/ NO POV. :)

So please enjoy this chapter!

I won't update till maybe the weekends because… SCHOOL STARTED! Ew, stupid seventh grade!! (actually it's fun)

Now, I have one thing to ask you, my readers… how do you talk to a guy?! I always get to scared to talk to the guy I like and stare at his face blushing like an idiot!!

/L/

L's POV

I stayed over-night in the hospital room with Haruhi. I guess it was my fault she had a stroke, because her nervous system went into shock… after seeing me. And I'm really… I'm not sure… I'm just … wow. She didn't forget me. After all these years. And I didn't either. I guess I still love her, but I wish she moved on. And at the same time, I wish she didn't. Because she's my weakness… and if Kira found that out, a.k.a my suspicions of Light Yagami, I could lose her. And I don't want to lose her.

This means I can't let anybody know about her, and make sure Watari doesn't tell anybody who she is, and what she means to me.

I woke up the next morning sleeping in the most uncomfortable way to sleep, a.k.a my way of sitting, except with my forehead rested against my knees. I stretched quickly, and checked my watch. I should be at task force headquarters by now. I'll have to call somebody.

I took out a cell phone, dialing Watari on 'restricted'. "Hello?"

"Watari, please arrange for somebody to pick me up. I'm at the hospital just off campus." I said into the red phone.

"As you say." Watari said before I heard a click.

I sighed as I put the phone back in my pocket.

"Why did you leave me." A voice whispered. I looked down at Haruhi.

"I didn't leave you, I left Wammy's." I stated.

"Why did you leave?" she asked.

"Because I had too." I replied.
"Nice to know that you're still a jerk," She scowled.

"If I'm such a jerk why did you kiss me?" I stared at her.

"Because I was being nice." She lied.

"Haruhi, we both know that's a lie." I said simply, inspecting my fingernails.

"Because I love you, you idiot." She crossed her arms. I cringed. Those were the exact words she said seven years ago.

"You mean loved." I bit down on my thumb nail.

"No, I mean love." Her ice blue eyes stared into my dark brown ones. They had meaning behind them. Even though she was expressionless, her eyes told a whole different story.

"Still." I murmured.

"I spent years singing songs for you at my part-time job at the Coffee House." Haruhi played with her fingers like they were something interesting. "I promised that I'd never forget, and I didn't. And then you gave me a bloody stroke."

I didn't respond.

"So what have you been up to?" She asked.

"I can't tell you that." I responded.

"You're probably in the CIA, am I right? Or the FBI or something. You're some sort of spy. Considering your genius, I know you're only in college because you're undercover. I'm not stupid."

"Good. And don't BE stupid." I rolled my eyes. "I am undercover but the CIA and FBI is far from where I'm at."

"Let me guess. You were investigating Kira," Haruhi sighed.

I didn't respond.

"Yup, I'm right. Investigating Kira." She mumbled, and then turned to me. "I love you."

I felt myself stop breathing.

"A lot." She was still looking at me.

I felt like the wind was knocked out of me, and I couldn't respond.

She grabbed the neck of my shirt, pulling me towards her. I felt her lips crush against mine suddenly, and I just now realized how much I actually missed her. But I couldn't do this.

She let go abruptly, then sat back down in her bed, looking down. "I-I'm sorry."

I touched my lips with the tips of my fingers. "I might fall in love with you all over again."

She smiled sadly. "I hope you do."

"I wish you didn't." I responded.

"Why?" She bit her lip.

"Because I don't want you to get hurt." I said before leaving the room. "It was nice talking to you again."

"You're just gonna leave me again?!" I heard her shout from the room. I froze and turned on my heel, back to the room.

"I'm not going to leave you." I responded.

"Then how are we gonna get in touch?" She kept her head down.

"I don't think we can." I said.

She jumped out of the hospital bed, grabbing my shirt and looking up at me since she was much shorter.

"Please! Don't leave me!" My eyes suddenly started to trick me, because in the place of Haruhi, I saw a little ten year old girl. A ten year old Haruhi.

I slowly embraced her, holding her close. Until the Kira case is finished, this might be the last time I could see her… safe.

"Don't leave me." She whispered.

"I'll be at To-Oh, so I'll still see you." I murmured.

I felt her smile. "I'll look for you."

"And not get a stroke?" I teased.

She looked at me, blushing. "I-I won't get a stroke this time,"

I smiled, well, smirked slightly. "I haven't seen you blush in years. You look quite cute with your face all pink."

She blushed more, her face turning bright red. "Or red."

"Either way, you look quite cute." I started to chew on my thumbnail. "I must get going now; I have a car waiting for me."

"W-will I see you tomorrow?" She stammered. I swear I heard her heart beat rapidly change so it was like listening to a humming bird's wings.

"Of course." I said before turning towards the door and leaving.

/Haruhi/

I sighed as I watched him leave. He was walking all slouchy-like, with his hands dug deep in his pockets. I smiled to myself. I wanted to follow him, to be like him… to be loved by him.

I pressed my lips together, and looked down at my feet. I want him to care again. I want him. But I can't have him… before I can save him, I have to save myself. I looked up quickly enough to see the nurse come into my room.

"If you're feeling well enough, you may leave." She smiled at me.

I sighed. "Yes please."

She smiled again, handing me my clothes. I quickly changed into my clothes, and hurried out of there. I hate hospitals. They're depressing and… well, haunted, in my perspective.

I left the hospital happily. I knew that I wasn't that far from campus, but I decided to take a different route than usual- cutting through the woods. They usually warned us not to go in there but… what was so bad about it? I didn't see dark, eerie woods as a bad thing…

I walked along a little path, surrounded by trees missing a ton of leaves… yet it was still kind of dark even though outside the woods, it was a sunny eleven AM? I walked along, not really caring. Chances of dying the forest were less than chances of dying in a dark alley… right?

Pretty soon, my fears got the best of me. I jumped at every sound, and then I approached a well. Perspiration started to bead on my forehead.

"Sadako isn't real, Sadako isn't real," I muttered to myself, getting Goosebumps from the memory of Ringu. I heard the well make a sound. I jumped, and tried not to scream. I glanced over at the well. Nobody was coming out, but a little black notebook appeared. I exhaled in relief, but quickly held my breath again. Where did that notebook even come from?

I hesitated, walking slowly over to the well, stopping every few steps to look around and make sure I was positively alone. I inched closer to the well, half-expecting something to pop up and scream like those maze games you find on the internet. I took a deep breath, relaxing my speeding heart. I walked closer to the well until I was standing in front of it.

Still not taking my eyes off the well, I slowly picked up a heavy rock (which took two hands, by the way) and threw it down the well. I stuck my tongue out at the well.

"Haha! Even if you did bother to drag your ass up that well, you can't now!" I threw more heavy rocks down the well. I had clearly lost my dignity.

I picked up the little black book that was close to falling in after the rocks. I looked behind me at the well as something black flew out of it. I jumped two feet in the air and started running out of the woods. Halfway out, I noticed that the thing that flew out of the well was a crow that flew out from behind the well…

Stupid. I really need to get a grip and stop watching scary movies if they're only going to make me afraid to go near a freaking well.

I looked around again, and then at the notebook. Death Note was written across the cover. I stuck my arm out for a coming cab.

"Where ya' goin'?" The thirty year old cab driver asked me.

I told him my campus address. As he drove, I looked down at the notebook.

"Death Note," I murmured.

I opened the book.