Author's Note: Hello! At first this was going to be a oneshot, but I got bored and started to write the second part- so it's now a twoshot. Don't worry, this chapter and the previous one are the only ones. You'll see what I mean.

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The End.

"Yagami Light-kun…" Her eyes were yellow with her shinigami traits. Ryuk glanced over at the stoic Japanese girl at the sound of her soft voice. She knew what would happen today, and she knew that nothing would change his decision, Light's decision. He would try out his luck, not wear anything bulletproof or even protective in the slightest, and most strongly objected to her going in with him.

So there she stood, outside the very building Light was trapped in, waiting for him to come back out unscathed, and very much alive. She was going to make sure of that no matter what it took her.

Slowly, a dark shadow passed her face. Who cared if she sold her soul to the devil? She was already fraternizing with shinigami- it wasn't going to get much worse.

"-write my name." There it was. Her cue. One by one, she wrote down each of the officers names- not without whispering a faint goodbye to Near. Then again, he was always so hostile towards them, trying to kill them both. It was, after all, because of Light's self sacrifice that she was able to remain undiscovered. She never understood why, but he had always put her as his first priority. Many times his plans could have succeeded with her help- but he refused to even let in the slightest possibility or risk that she be caught by L.

Yagami Light was, to many, the heartless killer who eliminated everybody in his path, but none of them knew him. Indeed, he used Misa entirely for his own purposes. Everyone knew that. But nobody knew that the devil's accomplice had a heart. If he wanted- needed someone to manipulate, he could have used her, the her that he met the night he found his calling.

No. It was his decision, and he had chosen to protect her with his life.

Smiling sadistically, she grabbed Ryuk's pen from his gothic shinigami attire and scratched a name onto her almost blank notebook.

"… Matsuda! Matsuda!"

She let out a breath she didn't realize she was holding. Light, he had survived, but before he turned to Near again, he shot the window an undetectable glare. He was furious.

Near had already closed his eyes. Perhaps it was too complicated for him, or perhaps it was because he had already realized that his last hours of life was already up.

"Ryuk, help me write some of the names."

Soundlessly, people were out of the way until only a terrorized Light was left standing unsteadily, staring at the chaos that surrounded him.

She sighed. He was going to yell at her again, wasn't he? All that stuff about not being careful enough and how she could have been caught. She took a step into the almost deserted warehouse and beckoned for Light to come out. He followed her, his face pale with the nervousness he had all bottled up before.

"Light, I'm so sorry I became so active today."

"Hikari."

"Hm?"

They had stopped.

"Didn't I tell you that you would get into big trouble the next time you used your notebook without my consent?"

"Gomenasai."

Silence.

"Light?"

He grabbed her waist forcefully and wrapped his arms around her until she was as close as she could get.

"I was so frightened, Hikari. I was so scared that I'd leave you all alone in this world- so frightened that I'd never see you again."

There was something wet on his shirt and he pulled back slightly to bend down to her level and wiped her tears away.

"Light, I'm so sorry. You should have used me like you did with Misa. You wouldn't have to go through such pain."

There was no reply, but Light leaned his face closer to hers so close that he could feel the slight trembling of her mouth against his.

"You're not Misa."

His face distorted slightly as he started to cry. They both turned to Ryuk.

"Please, one more day."

- - - -

There was a knock on the bedroom door at around seven am.

"Light! You're late for your last cram session!"

Opening the door when there was no reply, Light's mother gasped when she was her son wrapped around a girl protectively as if she'd vanish if he let go.

"Light… wake up…"

But he couldn't hear her anymore.