I have just realized that my thing doesn't follow the original story/timeline at all o_O Oh well

Also, I have replace Chapter Six with a newer version so plz check that out :)


Beyond walked into the lobby, hunched over, hands in his pockets. He walked up to the man at the counter and cleared his throat.

The man looked up, and Beyond's eyes flicked to a point just above his head. Aki Kenji. Beyond looked the man in the eye and said, "I seem to have misplaced my key. Would you happen to have a spare?"

Aki blinked. "Oh, of course." he bent over, digging through a small box. "I didn't notice you leave, sir."

Beyond suppressed a sneer. Idiots. This is to easy. He spoke in what he hoped was a perfect replica of L's monotonous voice, "You were on your computer," as he reached out for the key.

As he turned away, he glanced at the number on the key. 2531. He scoffed quietly. Top-floor suite. Why am I not surprised?

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L woke with a start, blinking up at the ceiling. He sat up with a sigh, rubbing his forehead. He glanced at the clock sitting on the bedside table and groaned. Ten o'clock. He would need to tell Watari to get some weaker sleeping pills.

He stood, stretching before falling back into his usual hunched position and walking out the room. He stopped when he saw all of the Task Force members seated on the couch, looking at him.

"Good morning," he said, regaining his composure and reaching for a teacup waiting on the coffee table.

"Ryuzaki, would you mind if we talked to you for a bit?" Soichiro Yagami asked, shifting in his seat.

"Very well, what about?" L dropped a couple of sugar cubes in the tea and stirred it, straining his ears for the bells. They had been uncomfortably silent ever since the last time.

"Well," Aizawa cleared his throat, "Mogi said that he saw you last night. Crying."

L blinked and mentally slapped himself. The door! He had been careless. He bit his lip before taking a sip of the tea. "Did you, now?"

"And we have some questions," Aiazawa continued.

L felt a stab of annoyance run through him, and he tossed the spoon onto the table with a clatter. Everybody jumped. "Oh yeah? About what?" L crossed his arms and scowled. "You want to know why I was stressed? Well, here's some news for you. I'm human too. So, forgive me for needing to have some emotions every once in a while, it's not like I'm a computer or anything."

The Task Force shifted uncomfortably. L had never had an outburst like this before. Mogi cleared his throat. "I'm sorry about that, L. It came out wrong. We mainly wanted to ask about the man you kept talking about. The one who wanted to kill you."

"Also, what drugs are you on?" Matsuda blurted out, before clapping his hands over his mouth. "Sorry!"

L scowled before grabbing his teacup and standing to his full height, straightening his back and glaring at Matsuda, who visibly shrank back. Aizawa and Mogi shot each other shocked, almost fearful looks, and Yagami gulped.

"I take antidepressants and vitamins, for obvious reasons," L said, his voice low and dangerous, "And the occasional sleeping pill. And another thing," he sipped his tea before shooting Mogi a look full of pure, murderous intent. "My personal life is none of your business. There are many people, all over the world, who wish me dead, and to tell you the names of each and every one of them would waste precious time that we do not have.

"Now, please continue your investigations." L sighed, bending over again so that he was in his usual position. He began walking towards his room when he heard the door creak. The Task Force let out shocked gasps, and Matsuda yelped.

L turned around and his mouth dropped open in a perfect O. His teacup slipped from his hand and shattered on the floor. The drink ran all over the floor, but L paid it no attention. He stood, shaking, in the middle of the room, transfixed as he stared, horrorstruck, into the pair of bright red eyes that had haunted his nightmares for the past eighteen years.

The face that was identical to his, down to every last detail, split into a manic sneer, and a cold, voice cut through the air, sharp as steel and cruel as blood.

"Surprised to see me, L?"