I know this one is a shorter than my last one. But I really wanted to get all of this done and not drag it out too much. I'm sorry, but more death. This one is better than a shooting though... I think...

(Sorry this took a while, I sassed a teacher and got grounded)

I sat on top of the bank, watching as the police tried cleaning up Mikey... no Michael's blood. From now on, if someone dies, I will only refer to them by their real name. While I was here, I heard that he and Luna were dating for a while, and she was killed last year.

At least the two of them are together again... those supernatural bitches.

Luna was a werewolf, that was how she got the name Wolf and Michael... he and his brother are... well, like Amy, they are Moon children.

I went back to my flat in MU, wiping the tears I didn't even realise were falling. I turned on the news and there it was again.

"Police are still trying to figure out what provoked the murder of the dead thief. They have analysed the security footage and now know that they are looking for one other culprit. They seem to be of fair complexion and five foot four. Detectives are still looking for a motive."

They then showed a picture of Michael's corpse. You could see the bullet hole in the centre of his forehead, dried blood covering his eyelids.

As they showed a small amount of footage of Michael and I robbing the bank I realised I still had his gun in my waistband. It was making me sick to my stomach. I threw the thing out my window, glass shattering everywhere.

I didn't care. I didn't care about anything; not anymore.

"Blake," I heard a familiar, soothing voice greet me.

"Hey Weiss, how's the family?" I asked as she sat on my ottoman (okay, to be fair, I didn't have a couch... or chairs).

"Lucy's sad about Mikey being dead, S is currently ranting with Suicide, who is attempting to bake, Mello... he works for you, and Rain's being Rain. Yours?"

"Bandit's back, Avery's pregnant – I don't even know – and Betrayal is a total annoyance," I answered, sipping on my coffee.

"So Beacon's going to have a little brother or sister," Weiss though aloud.

"Both, he's having twins, boy and girl. Life and Death Gods are not meant to mate so there will have to be one of each," I explained. "There have only ever been three mixes to have ever existed."

Weiss smiled a knowing smile at me.

"What?"

She just kept smiling.

"Weiss... this is creepy..."

"Beacon is one of them, isn't she?"

I nodded slightly. I didn't want Beacon to know though, not until she matured as a Life God. That was a difference between Life Gods and Shinigami; Shinigami mature three seconds before they are born while Life Gods mature when they hit human puberty.

Life Gods do see reproduction.

Personally – and this is probably really biased – I think it was stupid. If Shinigami children were only able to see death dates once they reached a certain age, it would freak a kid out. I would have flipped out!

"Weiss, I'm sorry, but I have to go," I said, opening a portal to Way's hospital.

I knew it was around midnight when I stepped out... twenty four hours...

I could see Way laying there, sleeping somewhat peacefully. I saw new drawings stuck on his walls, all signed by ether Lucy or Beacon. They'd drawn our whole dysfunctional family, even Luna/Wolf was drawn.

I saw a photo framed on the side table. It was all of us; it was my family, just before Avery died, and then there were photos of Beacon, the dead Keehls, and Luna were added.

I saw one drawing that was next to it. The drawing I did the week before I left Wammy's. I drew all of us as chibis. Barium and Anima were included as well. The paper was stained with a tear that had rolled off the end of my nose.

"Stop crying, Blakie. Mikes wouldn't have wanted you to cry," I heard Way's horse voice say.

I looked out his window. You could see the bank from here, and Wammy's not far beyond that. "Would he ask to be shot?" I asked.

"No, he wouldn't. He was murdered and we know it."

I shook my head. "You didn't know your little brother very well," I said, sitting on the side of his bed. He sat up a little, looking confused.

"What's that meant to mean?" he asked.

I couldn't look him in the eye. I was crying and I knew if I told him, he'd cry too. "I shot him, Gee. I killed him. We could hear the police and he wanted me to escape; he knew he couldn't and he said he'd rather be killed by me than Kira."

I was sobbing at the end, and he hugged me tight, resting his chin atop my head. "Well, he's got a point. Would you like to be killed by a yellow-bellied coward?"

"But I can kill the same way..."

I could feel him smile. "But you don't. I know this is a horrible thing to say, but I'm glad you did it, and not anyone else. I'm proud that you are strong enough to show that little bit of mercy that you did."

"How...?"

"You could have done it at point blank, but you didn't. I know you. You couldn't even look at him, could you?" I shook my head. "I love you, you know that right? You're a little sister to me, and I want you to be safe okay. I know what you're doing, and I need you to be careful, okay?"

"Yes," I whispered, my voice cracking a little.

He kissed the top of my head and kept holding me as I cried. I didn't realise until then that his heart rate monitor was slowing. I glanced over to it. He was practically dead!

"Gee?" I sobbed.

"Take care of the others, Believe," he whispered as he passed.

I laid him down, pulling his sheets over him. I closed his eyes and folded his hands over his chest. I made a single yellow rose appear, with a small note attached to it. I tucked it into his hands and moved a stray bit of hair from his face.

The note said:

I'll keep my promise brother. We are family. I will see you again, you annoying Moon child; you, Michael and Luna.

-Blake

I opened the window and just before I jumped out I whispered, "I will. I'll keep them safe... and myself. See you soon, Gerard Arthur Lee."

As I ran back to Amy and Evelyn's I thought about it. The Lees were all dead now, and today's the third... two days until L dies.

I didn't process any of my movements until I realised I was making coffee.

"You know, Si came over today," Evelyn yawned. Her long blonde hair was a total mess, and I couldn't really blame her. It was two in the morning.

"How's she dealing with Michael's death?" I asked, stirring my coffee.

"She just hopes the other one doesn't die anytime soon."

"He died about ten minutes ago," I informed her, sipping my poison.

Eve started eating a kidney, sighing. "You should tell her, or at least Rain."

I shrugged. "I guess..."

'Get Silence to the hospital, now. She needs to know."

'What now?~'