WOW! It's been over a year since I even touched this story. hahaha. Well here is is. I hope all of you fans enjoy the conclusion of the L story. I'm sorry It took me a long time to enen writh this but I think many of you will enjoy it. Please review. I wanna know what you think.

The Lost files of L Lawliet

Entry #: 42

7/21/2004

Ever since she died, my heart was empty. I lost her. The only thing that makes life worth living. It was so painful, just to sit and watch the one you love, murdered. Wiped clean from the entire world. As if the world forgot her. As if she never existed.

Nothing in this world had ever made any sense to me. I understood all the unimportant things, like the quadratic formula and distance equals velocity times time, or even feta equals inverse tangent times opposite over adjacent. No one ever really cared about those things. No one except myself. I was the outcast. I was the loner. I am L.

Emotions, Love, and compassion were not apart of my vocabulary until I met her. My love. She was a radiant vision of a perfect rain shower. The kind that makes you want to run out into it and never stop. She was rare flower in the Arizona desert. And she was the one. I loved her. I felt things that I had never felt before. She was the one person I was willing to give up being a detective for, drop out of the Whammy house, get a real job, and start a life with. I was willing to to even to die for her, but in the end, she had died for me. I was horrified. I had shut myself out like the horrible monster I was. I hid my emotions from everyone who I was close to and was never again to show them, but about four years later, that was to all change.

I had never known I had a daughter. She had just shown up out of nowhere and suddenly became part of my life. I never thought I could ever feel emotions again, or even recall the past without tearing up. I saw it all, the life I once had with my beautiful wife, all the pain, the love, and the memories, It was all in this one little girl. One little girl who was my flesh and blood, my child. My little Yvette.

I woke to the sound of little clashes of plastic and dings of a bell. My child was playing with her doll house again. I rose from my bed and sat. It was the first time in three days I had gotten any sleep, the shortest time. I've gone longer then three days without any sleep, but nothing as small as three. I guess I've really been pushing myself these last few days. Oh, well. That just means I've been working harder.

I stood up from the bed and walked over to my dresser. I opened it and pulled out a white long-sleeved shirt and slid it over my head. I stood there examining all the pictures that were taped to the mirror above. I saw the many pictures that my daughter drew for my. My favorite was the one for my birthday that she drew a birthday cake on the front. On the inside, there was a house and a little blob of marker in the corner. It said 'I luv u dady.' in crooked, uneven letters around the house. I had taped it onto me mirror so that everyday I can see the little spunk that's left of my wife that lingers inside my wonderful child. I have one picture of my wife. It was a picture of her back at the Whammy house, when she was only fourteen. Right next to it I have a picture of Yvette at the age of five. I see the resemblance everyday. The curly black hair, dimples, and beautiful green eyes. Nothing like myself, but in every way like her mother.

I walked into the living room of my three floor hotel room. Yvette was playing with her purple doll house that Watari bought her for her birthday along with the dolls that I had given her.

"Don't go into the house Shinji! There's a ghost in there." She said with a high girl voice while moving her doll to complement the voice.

"But I must Junko, I must. My magical unicorn is inside. We'll never get back to Shinokichi if we leave him behind."

"Then I'll have to go inside with you." She moved the dolls up to the front plastic step of the doll house when Watari walked over from the kitchen with a tray of soup and a platter of crackers. He set it on the floor right next to her house when she pulled her dolls over with her to examine the bowl of noodles and chicken. She sniffed it like she was a dog and nodded her head. "Wait Watari!" she said as he turned around to the call of this young female child. "Junko and Shinji want some food too before they have to fight the ghosts."

Watari chuckled as he made another platter of saltine crackers for her dolls and set it down right next to her. Yvette bent her dolls legs so that they were sitting up and sat them right by the platter of crackers. She scooted over by her dolls with her bowl and began to slurp the noodles with her spoon. She talked to her toys while she would eat. She treated them as if they were real people that only she would know. In her mind, they were real people and she was the only one who knew them, for no one else could have the ability to know them.

I walked over to the couch in the middle of the room and sat down. Watari brought me the newspaper and some tea while I powered up my computer. I typed in my password while Yvette walked over to the bookcase and pulled out three of the hardcover books from the second shelf. She walked back over to her doll house and set them down right next to it. I glanced over as she set them on top of each other one by one making a pyramid out of them. When my files came up, I tried to concentrate on my own work.

"Four murders last night. All three by the same person with the same weapon." Watari said from the kitchen. I nodded. This was true. Three girls were murdered last night by the same person, each one was at least one hour apart, no less. FOUR GIRLS DEAD. That was the morning headline of the paper. Although, I already knew about it. I was working on it last night about two hours after it had happened. That was when I came home with all the data in my computer and fell asleep. I have recently been able to look at most of the evidence, but what I had noticed was shocking.

"Watari, did you notice this." I said as he looked up. "Come here and look at this." He walked over quickly and bent over to the screen. I pointed out the markings on the wrist of each victim.

On the first girl, Janel Takumaru age 21, there was a letter on her right wrist. 'E'.

The second girl, Maiyumi Ichinosei age 19, the letter read 'R'.

Third, Yuki Harima age 20, Her letter read 'N'

And last, Kaede Hikaru age 18, Her letter was 'O'

"The letters, Ryusaki, They spell...they spell Reno." Watari said. I looked up "RENO" on a search engine and found a place in America called Reno. "Reno, Nevada." I said "Reno, Nevada is a popular place for tourists around the world, holding as many as over 400 casinos and bars, with as many as 150 hotels and Inns." Watari walked back into the kitchen to finish what he was doing when he stopped. Yvette was pulling on his pant leg.

"Watari, can I get some milk?" she asked. Yvette loved getting things for herself now that she was able to not spill everything, or break everything that made contact with her hands.

"I don't know, Little Yvette. Can you?" he would ask her constantly. He made a joke out of it and Yvette loved it. It was part of the language she and Watari had shared since she was four.

"Yes, I can. MAY I get some milk?" she said and smile making sure all her teeth were showing. Watari grinned and nodded. He didn't need to say it, Yvette knew the answer already. She got up and walked her self over to the refrigerator and opened it. She pulled out the milk from the top shelf, trying hard not to drop it and spill it, and placed it on the counter. I continued to focus on my work on the screen and try to find a reason why the man would go to Nevada.

"Watari, I would like all records of Nevada that can be found." I said as I continued to scanning the photos of the four dead girls onto my computer. I studied them carefully to find other clues that could be important, but my mind kept going back to the letters on their wrists. What would a criminal be in Nevada? That should be the last place any criminal would even think to go.

Yvette walked back into the living room with her glass of milk in hand trying not to spill it. She walked very slowly, taking caution with every step she made. "Don't trip, Little One." Watari said looking down. She looked up and smiled, but her clumsy side kicked in. Yvette fell over the pile of books she set up and knocked them down. The milk when all over her dolls and made a mess of her toys. Yvette didn't say anything. Watari picked her up by the stomach and set her on her feet. "I'll take your toys to the wash. You put the books back and get a towel." Yvette nodded and did as she was told.

The milk was being soaked up by the blue dish towel. It wasn't a big towel, but it was large enough to get the job done. Yvette set the phone book back on the shelves where she had got them and did the same with the dictionary. She walked over to get the last book that was on the floor, but she didn't put it back right away. She sat down on the floor and began reading it. She flipped the pages really slowly. I glanced at her every now and then and watched her eyes bug up with amusement as she turned each page. "Yvette." I said, but she didn't answer. "Yvette." I called again, and still no answer. He mind was inside the book. It was lost in the pages and the photos of the past. She would never be her again until she reached the ending. Watari eventually came back from the washing machine with Yvette's dolls all clean, but she was uninterested.

"Hey. Watari." she said finally looking up from the pages of the binned story. "Can you help me for a minute?" she said in her puppy voice. She often used this voice when she wanted something.

"Yes I can young one. What do you need?" he walked over to her and crouched down on the floor right next to her."

"Can you tell me who she is." Yvette pointed to a picture of the book. It was a black and white photo. Watari didn't say anything for a long time. I began to wonder who they were talking about. Finally Watari said something.

"Ask your father."

"Daddy!" she said and walked over to me. She pushed past the laptop on my lap and pulled herself onto the couch right next to me. "Who's this?" she asked me and pointed at the picture. It was a girl. Not just any girl, but the same girl I spent the remainder of my life trying to forget.

My eyes went wide and my jaw went tight. I got up from the couch and began to pace. I snatched up the book from her hands and walked into the kitchen. Never in my time did I think this would come back to haunt me and I wasn't going to let it back into my life again. "WHY DID YOU TAKE THIS?" I yelled. My face was calm, but my mood was showing. "THIS IS NOT YOURS TO LOOK AT!" I screamed and pounded my fists on the counter top.

"I'm sorry, daddy, but it was open and I..."

"YOU CAN"T JUST LOOK AT EVERYTHING THAT'S OUT! WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU?"

"But Daddy, I didn't mean to..."

"GO TO YOUR ROOM YOU UNGRATFUL BRAT!"

Silence filled the entire room. Not a sound was present. I was still. Watari was glaring at me, but I had nothing to say to him. "What's wrong with you, Ryusaki?" he asked me. "That outburst was uncalled for."

"Well." I started. I didn't know who to word this, but this was nothing I wanted to be apart of. "I told you that I never wanted to talk about Mika ever again." Still frozen, I closed the book and set it down in the counter of the kitchen. The name even left a sting on me. Mika. Mika. Mika.

"She just wanted to know about the girl, nothing else. You didn't need to yell." Silence, again. The moment had begun to become awkward for the two of us. We both looked at each other for a long time. Not one of us were moving and neither one was happy. Eventually, Watari turned around to clean up the mess of milk that was left on the towel. "She will find out eventually you know." he said in quietly. "She will find out who she is eventually, and she will be mad at you."

"Mika, she promised me that things would be back to normal." I said. Tears began top flow. "I wish...I wish she had told me she was pregnant."