Dear X,

I miss you so fucking much. I don't think there was a day that went without me thinking about you.

Life here is rather dull at the moment.. We're kinda short on leads, so were just scooping around hoping to find something. Mello's annoyed as fuck, but at least there is no danger of us getting killed. Thought you might be happy to hear that.

I miss you. Even Mello notices, and it annoys him even more. He's always on the edge, since there is a good chance of Near winning this crazy competition thing between two of them. There is nothing I want to do more than fly back to England and find you, but Mello needs me, now more than ever. Pressure's getting to him, really bad. You know what he's like.

The thought of you is keeping me sane- and since I'm the one keeping him sane, you're kind of keeping us both sane. Give yourself some credit for that.

How's life going? You still the number one? Probably are. How are Ali and the rest of the table bunch? Say hi to them. I'm glad you have someone to talk to, now you can't talk to me.
Back to the point. It's your sweet sixteen in a week. Happy birthday, Alexx. Hope you enjoy it.

Forever,

Matt

Dear X,

Time is supposed to heal everything, right? Then why am I still missing you so bad? You are my open wound, Alexx. And I'm glad. I don't want to ever get over you.

Kira investigation is going really well. Mello climbed really high in power ranks, and now there is nothing stopping him from beating Near. Except Near, of course. But that will always be the case.

Happy seventeenth birthday. I love you. I miss your drawing. I miss your hair. I miss your panic attacks.

Forever,

Matt

Alexx,

I know you're turning eighteen in a month. That's why I have some important things to talk to you about (if you can call this a conversation).

You must not try to find us. We're tangled up in Kira investigation, and I don't want you to get caught in it too. Once it's over, I'll find you. I promise. It's crucial you listen to me this time. I know you don't want to, but please, do it. For me. If Kira gets his hands on you, I won't be able to think rationally. And then shit will happen.

I love you, Alexx. Stay strong.

Forever, Matt

"Bastard." I uttered, staring at my computer screen. "Fucking bastard."

Over the past four years, I've received over million e-mails from the hidden address (hacking his way to me was only safe way for Matt to send me a message). They were always signed with 'Forever', same things repeated over and over again. He'd never let any information about Kira investigation slip away, knowing I'd be on it in no time. So instead, he stuck with assuring me they are both alive and well, and telling me how much he missed me.

"I miss you too." I whispered to a screen, as if Matt was able to hear me. "But you're a fucking idiot."

You must not try to find us. Seriously? After almost four years of waiting by the computer screen, he decides to tell me I'll have to wait some more?

"I hate you so much." I shook my head. "Almost as much as I love you."

With a sigh, I shut my computer down, running fingers through my hair, now once again reaching half of my back.

"Alexx!" Ali knocked on my door. "Roger needs to speak to you."

"Um, okay!" I fled up from my chair, slipping on my shoes and hurrying out. It was late April, and it was getting warmer every day.

"Do you know what he needs me for?" I asked Ali as we headed for his office.

"No." Ali smiled, stopping at the beginning of the stairs. "I'm off to lunch. Join us later?"

"Yeah." I nodded. "See you."

She trailed off in a different direction, and I took a deep breath before heading for the Roger's office. We'd all expected him to leave with Near, but he said that he'll let him take care of some things before joining him. So, he was still here, taking care of all of us.

I was the official number one of the Wammy's, although I begged Roger to take me of the list on the daily bases.

"There is a kid in here who could experience the joy of being in top three!" I'd whimper. "Just get me of the damn list!"

Roger would usually just tell me to watch my language and send me off to my room.
I've barely knocked on the doors when Roger's voice told me to come in. I obeyed him, smiling at the old man as I took my seat.

"Alexx." He cleared his throat. "You'll soon be eighteen."

"Yes." I nodded.

"You know what that means."

"Yes." I nodded again. "I have to leave."

"Yes, that's what it was supposed to mean." Roger agreed. "But, I thought that, if you'd be interested in starting your official work a bit earlier…"

My eyes widened. "You mean, I can start…now?"

"Not now." Roger smiled. "In five days, yes. I've already done all the talking, and I've got you permission from all the countries to operate as you wish. You'd be able to live where you want, work on what you want, as long as you work regularly. Are you up for it?"

"Yes!" I smiled, feeling excitement take over. I haven't been outside Wammy's in years- idea of being free once again couldn't be any more appealing.

"Alright, Alexx." Roger smiled. "When do you want to start?"

"How about tomorrow?"

Two years later

The phone rang, jerking me from my sleep. My eyes still shut, I blindly reached for the phone, knocking my alarm clock off in the process.

"Yeah?" I answered, voice sleepy.

"Alexx? Don't tell me you're still asleep." The voice of my agent, Jill Perks, blabbered into my ear. Don't get me wrong, I love her with all my heart, but her perky and enthusiastic voice really isn't something you'd like to hear at early morning.

"Well, not any more, obviously." I murmured. "What do you want?"

"You!" She laughed. "It's almost ten. You have the exhibition today, and we need to make sure the workers got everything right. We, as in both of us."

"Oh." I sat up, yawning. "Alright, give me a half an hour. I'll meet you at the museum."

"You better!" Jill chuckled. "Bye!"

"Yeah, right." I shut the phone, throwing it at the pillow next to mine. Fuck, I'm tired.

Forcing myself out of the bed, I staggered to the shower, letting the water do the trick. I had almost no sleep, working on the case for the entire night. It was some sort of serial newborn kidnapping, and I had a pretty good idea who was behind it.

So, you might wonder, why am I going to the museum instead of working on catching a baby kidnapper? The answer is, appearance keeping. I need world to believe I am Alexandra Wammy, a painter also going by the name Alexx, who is having her second exhibition today and is immensely exited.

Nothing to do with X, anonymous detective following L's footsteps.

In two years I've spent out in the real world, Chicago, I've managed to form quite a good life- X got a rather good reputation, and name Alexx was getting more and more famous. I had to give up my real identity, since everyone believed Charlie Donnel was long dead and buried. Still, I didn't care. I was free to walk around, to show my face, and even though it wasn't real, I still had a name- something rest of the Wammy's house wrote off at the start.

I was happy.

If only I could find Matt.

Yes, despite his pleads, I was doing my best to find him. Nothing that'd get either of us in trouble, but still, I was making an effort. He had contacted me for a couple of times via email, and there was also some fan mail arriving to Jill, signed by the Stripes, claiming he likes my portraits and thinks I'm hot.

So, yeah, things were going well for me.

I stepped out of the shower, blow drying my hair and applying some make up (bags under my eyes were horrible. Almost as my sleeping schedule). Then I slipped into jeans and black shirt, heading for the museum.

I wasn't enough of a big shot to have my pictures hung in some badass museum, but sweet little museum thingy I've got the deal with was pretty neat too. Jill was waiting for me outside, her dark skin shining in the sunlight, long black hair pulled up in a neat bun. She smiled when she saw me, handing me a cup of coffee to go.

"You're late." She noted, leading me inside. "Alright, here we are."

I took a sip of my coffee, ignoring her statement. "It's nice."

The room the exhibition was to be held in was quite big, with giant windows everywhere, my pictures hung everywhere. Someone made effort to sort it in a particularly cool way- all the drawings were black and white, except for the enormous framed painting hanging of the wall opposite to the doors. It was the first thing to catch your eye when you walk in. It was amazing.

The painting was emotional, at least for me- it was the picture of my house burning, colored with yellow and red at the top, dark colors reigning the bottom. It was good, let me tell you. It was epic.

"Oh, Jill, thank you." I smiled. "It's so beautiful. I love it."

"No problem, sweetie." Jill placed a hand on my shoulder. "You deserve it."

The evening came in the blink of an eye- Jill dragged me to some sort of spa (bonding time) where we both got our nails and make up done, and then this very nice lady did my hair, making it silky and straight, pulling it up with single silver pin. I barely had time to rush home and change before I had to go back to the exhibition.

Jill rented me a limo ("You're a star. You're taking the limo."), and I was really grateful for that, since my badass five inch heels were making it really hard to walk.

I've arrived to the exhibition five minutes late (it's considered classy), and was glad to see there was quite a few people there (over one hundred, Jill informed me).

It was all very formal and classy- champagne and everything- and I actually managed to relax, enjoying my five minutes of fame.

"Alexx?" Somewhere around ten o'clock, Jill tapped my shoulder. "There is this weird guy who claims to know you."

Weird guy? I immediately turned around. "Where?"

"At the entrance." Jill said. "Be careful!"

"Yeah, yeah." I said, rushing over to the direction she pointed me at. There were only three weird guys I knew, and even though the chances were slim, I still wanted to believe-

The sight of the man in the entrance made me stop in my tracks.

He hadn't changed at all.

Same scrawny built. Same messy hair. Goggles covering half of his face.

I'll faint.

"I told you, I-" Matt protested before spotting me. He immediately shut up.

"Miss." One of the suited guys at the entrance glanced at me. "This main claims to know you-"

"He does." I nodded, knot in my throat. "He knows me."

It was him. It really was him.

Matt smiled at me shyly, looking as good as ever.

"See, Alexx?" He whispered. "I told you it wasn't the last time you see me."

*author's note* I just gave myself chills. Probably because this romantic song started playing in the bacground just as I wrote the last line, so it was pretty epic, yeah. 'kay, guys, review! All the reviewers get a cookie! :D