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CASE FILE: BEYOND THE LIMIT

Log #10: L LAWLIET - KIRA_

Insomnia took reign on the detective like a fierce diagnosis. Though his eyes had been closed, his mind was wise awake. He had been waiting for some sort of response - some sort of sign; his body wouldn't rest until then. But as far as he knew, with B not associating himself to Wammy's House to pursue a life of distorted rivalry, the other probably wouldn't even acknowledge that email anymore. If he did, would the other even bother to read anything from the man he loathed?

The silence was terribly thick. Thoughts attacking his subconscious in a ravaging stir of 'what if's'. What was it about B that made him feel so off? It was like he was guilty; Guilty for everything that happened to him. No matter which way he turned the situation the blame had been pointed to him in the end. Lofty eyes opened partially, peering at the dark room. He didn't want to bother Watari with his troubles and concerns. He couldn't turn to anyone, really. The answer was always the same with them:

"It couldn't be helped. You are not to blame, L."

Well, if that were truly the case - then, who was to blame? Was the natural greed of humanity that mused many to follow in footsteps of an icon? Was he even an icon at all? A hand palmed at his head; digits ruffling through dark strands. He didn't know. L actually didn't know what was right anymore.

He thought back to that dreadful day:

Everyone was struck victim to heartache. It had been the first time for anyone to experience one of their own to pass away. The prodigies within those four walls in Winchester, England were now aware of the truth. No matter how great they were in comparison to others, not even they were invincible.

Ear piercing shrieks and hyperventilation - from the more emotional of the inhabitants; but one voice stood out the loudest: it was B, who had been falsely accused of this crime. There was no alibi for him since everyone knew A and B were as inseparable as the alphabet decreed.

The day was snowy; a metaphor for new beginnings. It had been said that the white of snow falls over the tragedies and bring forth soothing to the hearts that were inflicted by such pains. Whoever said that was wrong; angels didn't show fancy to those on an altar.

L, considerably young at the time hadn't been in the area to hear of the incident. He sat in Watari's office on the floor, stacking up some sugar cubes. The office phone rang louder than usual - or so it seemed. Watari had picked up and answered professionally, but L could hear the slight change in the elder's tone. It was like Watari found it hard to stand strong at that moment. He wanted to ask Watari, but his inability of communication at that time told him otherwise. Before he knew it, Watari sprung out of his seat and motioned towards the closet. He took out a heavy overcoat for himself and presented one for the prodigy. Immediately, they rushed out the door.

Those halls seemed to span for an eternity. L's dark orbs rested onto the people in many rooms he passed. All of them grieving and crying out; throats so swollen, he could barely make out what they were so upset over. His dark eyes then locked onto a specific room, where B had been restrained by Roger and a few guards. Onyx irises widened in view towards the struggle. He parted his lips to attempt calling out to the distressed younger, but before he could, they - he and Watari - were already passed the area and out the door.

Staring at those tall black gates, L's expression was blank. Watari didn't want L to have to experience such a tragedy, because he really did see L as a son. A tiny gloved hand clenched to the elder's as a means of security. The snow fell, beckoning for silence, but the bells were as loud as daybreak.

A beeping sound alarmed on his desktop, making the computer light up once more. It looked like B responded to his email. Reaching over with sloth-like hand, he clicked on the new alert and read out the message in silence.

'Yeah, I heard the bells. It was his final good bye to me. Why? Did you hear them, too?'

The detective almost looked relieved the other had responded so honestly with him. The thought of B opening up to him made him feel proud - a sense of achievement. It was until he read that next line that it appeared he was back to square one.

'You'll be hearing them again, too. Soon enough. When I find you, all you're ever going to hear is bells.'

He pondered for a moment, debating whether he should respond to the other's email or if he should leave it be. He also contemplated on tracing the other's whereabouts by his IP Address. In the end, he decided maybe he should leave it be. He already had figured the other was somewhere within the city. Plus, an interesting report had already been broadcasting on the radio; a message from KIRA:

"I don't know how you've done it, but it looks like someone cheated the divine order. That or L is as incompetent as ever. It's about time I show you True Justice."

Log #10: END_