I came home from my matches battered and bleeding. I was breathing hard as I turned the door handle and entered the place.

Funny... I've never considered any place a home...

"Hitomi!" exclaimed Watari with alarm. He quickly grabbed a hold of me and led me to a chair, sitting me down. "I'll get the first aid kit."

I didn't reply. I simply looked around me and saw I was sitting in front of turned on TV screens. L was sitting beside me. He looked intently at the screens along with the others, who I'd noticed were there as well. They each took glances at me when they could.

"What's going on?" I asked Watari when he came back.

"Kira is broadcasting a message on Sakura TV," he replied, bandaging my wounds. "You really had a number done on you this time."

L took a moment to really look at me. His eyes widened. "You're bleeding from your head!"

I touched a tender spot on my head and then brought my fingers to my line of sight. I stared at the blood and felt its warmth. I rubbed my fingers together, slowly remembering something I had buried away long ago.

Suddenly, I heard something alarming from the main TV and looked up. Someone was laying on the ground with a gun in front of them. I looked around me, knowing they looked familiar.

Aizawa suddenly started shouting at L, but L was calmly replying back. I noticed he was shaking. Aizawa touched his shoulder roughly.

"I don't want you to recklessly die like Ukita," he stated.

My eyes widened as my head was being wrapped in bandages. Ukita was dead? That was Ukita? Just what was going on?

Then I noticed there was silence between them, and L's shaking had worsened. I reached over and touched his hand cautiously, almost like I had poked it to get his attention, even though that's not what I'd intended.

He looked at me and then down to my hand. That expression he wore... I'd seen it before on someone else. Sorrow. It was sorrow.

He grabbed my hand and held it. It startled me, but I let him. Old Man Kin would have done it for me, but I never would have guessed that a trembling hand felt like this when it wasn't my own hand shaking. He seemed to be a bit calmer, though, I didn't understand why.

Suddenly, a bus crashed into the Sakura TV station!

Who was that?

Police cars showed up eventually, and it all happened so fast. One went down after the other, killed by heart attacks.

Light wouldn't do this. There's something about this that doesn't fit what Light would do at all.

"Hitomi?"

"Yes, Watari?" I answered, looking at him.

"I really think it'd be best if you rest now. You're badly injured."

I looked over at L. His hand had become more steady, and he looked over at me and nodded. "Please rest, Hitomi. Watching this probably isn't good for you right now."

I nodded barely, took my hand away from his, and followed Watari as he led me to my room. I felt that strange loneliness again and found myself wishing I was still with L. I let the thought linger, but I pushed it away again.

I can't... I don't want to get hurt...