Well, here is the next chapter.

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Other: He already knows E's, in earlier chapter when she tells him her name, he thinks to himself that he was honored she uttered her name, even though he'd known it from the moment he'd met her, and now that he understood the numbers he knew, already having seen hers how long she had to live.

Smate: Yes depressing, I know, but A had to die, seeing as how it said he or she /She in my story\ dies.

CHAPTER SIX: L's Drive, E's pain.

"E!"

"DON'T LISTEN TO HIM! HE'LL RUIN YOU!"

"E, trust me, please!"

"How can I trust either of you…?"

I leaned against the wall, unsure of how I felt, how I felt about his choice, and his order. Just remembering our conversation that morning brought a bitter taste to my mouth.

"FIVE YEARS! FIVE YEARS AND YOU NEVER TOLD ME!" I yelled glaring at the fifteen-year-old crouched in the black leather chair directly across from Mr. Whammy, who gazed at me, no doubt knowing he was the next target of my rage. "AND YOU WHERE INVOLVED IN THIS!? IF YOU WHERE GOING TO MAKE US SUCCESSORS WHY THE HELL DIDN'T YOU TELL US! WHO WAS FIRST IN LINE THEN!?" I yelled glaring at Mr. Whammy before turning to L and giving him the most deadly glare a thirteen-year-old could give.

"Well, A originally, but it seemed the enormousness of this caused her to, well…commit suicide, and then no doubt her suicide lead to B's running away, which leaves you." He said it as if A's suicide and B's running away meant nothing, that me being his last opportunity was just, some farce! I stomped my foot and growled in frustration before running my fingers through my hair.

"I can't believe this…your," I glared at him. "YOU'RE SUCH A BASTARD!" I yelled before turning and storming out of Mr. Whammy's office, and passed Mr. Rodger who gocked at me as if I where an alien from another planet.

Just the thought made me cringe. It had been half a year since B ran away, and I couldn't blame him, who would want to be in this institution with L? I know I didn't anymore, I was beginning to see L's true colors, he never thought about any one but himself, and what would benefit him. I snarled and shoved the last pair of pants into my bag before taking a black hair tie and pulling back my long black hair.

"So," I turned around to see L standing in the doorway. "You're leaving to?" I turned away, feeling the back of my eyes burn, and snapped my bag shut.

"Yes."

"Where will you go?" I picked up my bag and turned to him.

"I'm leaving London, I have enough money saved up in the bank to take me across oceans, and find a place to stay. So it doesn't matter. Besides, if you wanted you could just track me down!" I snapped pushing passed him but pausing in the hall. "Oh wait, you don't know my real name, so I guess you couldn't." I hissed at him before storming out, leaving him behind. Tears made wet trails down my cheeks as I got into the cab I'd called and I wiped them away as the cab pulled away from Whammy's House. I bit my lip, my heart telling me to look back, but I didn't.

L's POV

"I'm leaving London, I have enough money saved up in the bank to take me across oceans, and find a place to stay. SO it doesn't matter." She snapped. Damn the English government, when any child is born they put 1,000 pounds in that child's bank account. I myself had over 80,000 in my own bank account. "Besides, if you wanted you could just track me down!" She snapped shoving passed me and storming down the hall before pausing. "Oh wait, you don't know my real name, so I guess you couldn't." She hissed before continuing. It was true; I didn't know her real name. I had the power to find out, and get my hands on all of her files, but I didn't for a reason. I had hoped, that perhaps she would have told me. I followed slowly behind her, and stood out on the porch as the cap pulled away.

'Look back, look back…please.' But she didn't, she packed her things, drove away, and she never looked back. I bowed my head and turned to go back inside, closing the door slowly behind me leaning against it. I slid down it crouching on the floor bowing my head and hiding my face in the crook of my arms and silently cried. I had never cried for any one but myself, and over the loss of my dear mother…but her…I would shed an ocean of tears for her. "I should have told you sooner."

America, L.A. Three Years Later

I walked up to the Detective kneeling over the body of the eight-year-old girl.

"So, he strikes again." The Detective groaned standing up and rubbing the bridge of her nose. I sighed and gazed down at the little girl, whose throat had been slit. "The killings have been going on for months." The Detective groaned again sighing before patting my shoulder. "Thanks for calling it in." I gave her a weak smile before sighing.

"Detective…uh?"

"Naomi Misora." She said out stretching her hand, which I accepted.

"Lillian Williams." I responded. "Are you working this case all by yourself?"

"Aren't you a little young to be worrying about this stuff?" Detective Misora questioned cocking an eyebrow at me. I flushed a little, it was true, I was only sixteen.

"Perhaps, but…I did just find a either-year old who's had her throat slit, I do deserve to ask a few questions." Detective Misora sighed as she gazed at me.

"No, I have a partner, or well I'd like to think of him as my partner, but in all truth he's my superior. And I'm lucky enough to work with him, the mans a genius." I cocked my head to the side.

"Where is he?"

"He's been under the weather for the last few days so I've been on my own, but he should be in tip top shape in no time." I nodded humming slightly.

"What's your partners name?" My eyes narrowed as the Detective hesitated.

"His name is Rue." She stated.

"Oh." She was hiding something, I could sense it. "Rue, interesting name…that's Japanese isn't it?" Detective Misora was becoming more and more uncomfortable.

"Ah, huh."

"Yes, if I recall, Rue is the inverse pronunciation of the letter 'L' isn't it?"

"I, don't know. I never learned Japanese."

"Oh, that's ok, I'm just over analyzing everything is all." I said before stuffing my hands in my pockets and smiling at her before walking away.

'Rue, Rue...L…is it possible? Is he here? Here, in L.A. what would bring him here? Is this case really that interesting?' I thought to myself, unaware of the fact I was being watched.

The man watched as she rounded the corner, it had been year since he'd seen her.

"I don't think you should be hanging around with E." L didn't turn as he tapped away on a laptop in front of one of the many fire places in Whammy's house.

"And why is that?" Came the quiet, monotone emotionless voice in response.

"Because you're using her," I cocked my head to one side, my auburn eyes gazing into his black ones. "she thinks you love her…but I know why you're interested in her."

"You are a fool B, you have become obsessed, and obsession can be ones greatest weakness."

"You may not care! But I am human enough to know that I care!" I snarled glaring at L, the fire casting long spider like shadows across us and the walls. It was true, I had become obsessed with her, obsessed with protecting her from him! "What do you think she'd do if she knew L?" I questioned bitterly.

"How could I possibly know the answer to that?"

"You're a fucking genius!" His eyes narrowed at my poor choice of words. "And if you as good a friend as I am to her you'd know how she'd react."

"Then you are assuming you know how she'd respond if she knew that she is being trained to be a candidate?"

"Yes. I do. She'd be crushed! Crushed that you didn't tell her sooner, that you didn't trust her enough to know that you are a detective, solving crimes in your spare time." I turned to leave. "You'll regret your choices L."

The man turned away.

'She has become my obsession…perhaps he was right.'

Dun, dun, dun! HA! Can any one guess at what MIGHT happen next? *Evil Smirk*

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