If we owned this, L wouldn't be dead.

Cody: Isn't that a spoiler?

Not anymore

Heal

"Okay…Okay…Okay…Okay, so we found this girl on the roof, and we took in her in, on where we discovered that she has "dog ears" or something, and then she woke up, said she was from heaven, and collapsed again?"

L stuffed his hands in his pockets and brought his eyes up from the floor.

"Yes, that pretty much sums it up," he said dryly. The detective was slightly distraught as well, so he didn't need Light making the situation worse by fluttering around the place waving his hands.

"Light looks like a bird," L said quietly.

"Shut up, okay!?" Light snapped. L stared unwavering at Light's blood-shot eyes. "There's some monster-kid in here who speaks some weird language! You'd be freaking out too if you weren't half-asleep all the time!"

L was half-asleep. For the last few hours, he and the rest of the investigation team had been trying to decide what to do with her. L had finally decided to take the girl up to his room, where he left her sleeping peacefully. Matsuda went on a coffee run, and Soichiro and Aizawa had gone upstairs to rest from all the excitement.

L looked at the elevator door behind him. He felt a little nervous about leaving the strange girl alone in his room. Even now he was inching towards the elevator (luckily, the power turned on shortly after she woke up) tempted to go into the room.

"Where is she now?"

L blinked. "What?"

Light sighed.

"The girl!" he snapped, "Where'd you put her? 'Cause she's not staying in my room! I mean, don't get me wrong, she's kind of cute, I guess, I'm not saying she's ugly, but I'm just not ready to have some half-dog creature in my room, you know? I don't wanna wake up to that! She doesn't have a tail, does she? 'Cause that would really be pushing it!"

"She's in my room."

Light watched with wide hazel eyes as L slowly shuffled his way into the elevator.

"Where are you going!?" Light asked, flustered, to say the least.

"To the room," L said blankly, pressing the elevator button. Light huffed, looking around the office. It was still slightly turned over, with papers strewn on the floor and chairs scattered everywhere.

"What the hell am I supposed to do!?" the teen asked exasperatingly. As the elevator door opened with a chime, L merely walked in with out saying a word, the doors closing behind him.

Light sighed and flopped down in a desk chair. Even in the windowless room, he could tell that the sun was beginning to rise, signaling dawn. Light yawned.

"Where the hell is Kira when you need him?" he muttered before closing his eyes.

L cautiously opened the door, hearing it creak slightly. The room was more lit now, making it more inviting. He sighed softly in relief; she was just as she left him, curled up on his bed, sleeping peacefully. The morning light was reflecting off her silver hair, making a halo-like effect. She had been dried, ridding the cold rain waiter that soaked her body. L slowly walked over and stood next to the bed. He didn't know what to do now. Only hours before he was just working on the Kira case, tracking down all the murdered victims and having his usual fighting match with Light. Now he was taking care of someone who claimed to be from "heaven".

Something clicked in the detective's mind as he stared at her face.

"An angel?" L asked quietly.

He brought up the tip of his finger to rest on his bottom lip.

Was it possible? The existence of a Shinigami was plausible, after all. So why not angels? Who else would say that they were from heaven? When was the last time he saw a girl her age with silver hair and blue eyes, let alone grey, fur-covered ears? Was it possible that he was looking at someone who was thought only to exist in religion?

L suddenly shook head eagerly, knotting his brow.

No, of course not, L thought to himself, what am I saying? Angels don't exist. As or Shinigami—well, we'll find out soon enough. I don't have any real reason to be afraid of her, do I?

"Quis tu?"

The detective let out a small yell and jumped, falling over in the process with a loud thump, accompanied by an "oof".

He was staring back at the biggest, bluest eyes he had ever encountered. He felt himself draw a breath and right himself, shaking the surprise off and standing up. The girl stared up at him from her crouching position on the bed. Her silver bangs wisped up in different directions, her ears lying somewhat limp on the sides of her head. She cocked her head curiously at the surprised detective.

"Quis tu?" she asked again in a small voice. L sighed a bit from recovery.

"Oh, good," he managed a small nod of the head, "You're awake. You are feeling better, yes?"

He gently leaned down to peer at the girl. She seemed to be better. She looked healthier; her skin glowed. When he put his face in front of hers, his shadowy eyes staring back at her, the young girl suddenly gave a soft smile directly towards L.

"Salve," she said softly.

L recoiled abruptly, clearing his throat.

"Uh, well, you seem alright," he said quietly, cocking his head as he inspected the girl, "But what are you saying? What is this language that you're speaking? I vaguely remember hearing these words before. Is it…Latin? That's it, Latin. Can you speak Latin?"

Of course she can, L mentally smacked himself, She's speaking it right now. But nobody actually speaks Latin now-a-days, do they? Is this what they teach the kids in school these days?

"Sic," the girl nodded, her smile remaining.

"Oh—you can only speak Latin?" L asked nervously, scratching his mass of black hair, "But you were speaking Japanese before; what happened? Can't you speak it again?" The young girl lost her smile for a second, staring up at the dark haired detective above her, but merely regained her smile and stared up at him happily.

L nibbled his finger in thought.

"Well, I don't know what to do with you," he said quietly, turning away briefly to think aloud, "I can't exactly keep you here, can I? In fact, you're already cutting into our work time," he lifted his head in revelation, "I believe I can send you over to Rodger in England. Yes, you can stay at the Whammy orphanage. You definitely seem smart, if you can speak Latin fluently. I'm sure you can learn many things there. I'll have to call him and ask when we-"

L stopped short when he felt something grip onto his sleeve. He turned around to see the girl's small hand gripping onto his white sleeve tightly, staring up at him. Her blue eyes were transfixed on his, almost anxiously. L blinked for a second; she looked worried; almost…sad.

She was sad. L was not an expert in human emotions, but what he saw in the eyes of the girl staring up at him was definite heartbreak.

That look…I know that look…

"…H-hey, what's wrong?" the detective asked nervously. He didn't expect this; nor did he like it when she looked up at him like that, "…You don't want to go? D-don't worry, I wont send you there. I'll keep you here for just a while longer. Don't be sad, okay?" He managed a very small smile towards her and laid a hand on her soft hair, patting her head.

The Latin-speaking girl sat still for a second, her eyes wide. In one movement, she abruptly launched herself at the detective, throwing her small arms around him. L gasped and grunted as he fell to the ground yet again with a loud thump. When he opened his eyes wearily, he saw the girl draped across his chest, her arms still hugging his neck as she looked down at him. Her sapphire eyes were soft now; almost thankful as she smiled the words, "Gratias."

L gulped softly and lifted a shaking hand to pat her head.

Well, maybe she can stay a little while longer.

A rapt at the door was heard about five minuets later. When the door opened, L was confronted with Matsuda, Aizawa, and Light.

"Where the hell were you?" Light complained, barging his way past the detective into his shared apartment-like room, "You left me down there without saying a word!"

L rolled his eyes as Soichiro and Aizawa made their way past him.

"I'm sorry for leaving Light alone for five minuets and forty-six seconds without any companions to keep him company," he drawled. Light only narrowed his eyes at him and was about to say something when he turned around and screamed.

"Aah, it's that thing!" he screeched, backing away while pointing a shaking finger. Soichiro and Aizawa leapt forward to see what the distraught teen was pointing to.

They saw a small silver-haired girl with gray wolf-like ears standing in the doorway. She blinked twice, her big eyes staring back at them.

"Salve," she said softly.

The investigation team stared back at her.

"Oh, it's just h-her," Aizawa breathed shakily, wiping a hand across his forehead, "I almost forgot about her."

"It's a little hard to forget about something like her," Soichiro said quietly, peering at the girl in the doorway, "At least she woke up…but…Ryuzaki?"

"Yes?" Ryuzaki answered politely.

"…What on earth is she wearing?" Soichiro asked in disbelief.

Everyone's eyes turned to see the girl clad in a slightly oversized white shirt. She smiled back at them, lifting a floppy sleeve to cover her mouth.

"Well, I had to give her something to wear," L scratched his head, "That dress she was wearing was torn and tattered."

"So you gave her one of your shirts?" Light asked suspiciously, raising his eyebrows towards the confused detective, "Not only is that sort of perverted looking, but what's Mogi gonna say when he walks in the office to see some girl walking around in nothing but your shirt?"

L had forgotten that the other member of the investigative team was out at a photo shoot with his "client" Misa Amane. L turned his owl-like eyes to the girl. She spun around happily in her new shirt and beamed at him.

"Alba," she chirped. L stuffed his hands in his pocket and sighed quietly. If only he knew what she was saying to him?

"Aw, she's so cute!" Matsuda gushed towards the girl, "Even with those ears."

"Well, at least she looks healthy," Soichiro walked over and knelt down in front of her, "Now, um—little girl, can you speak Japanese?"

The girl cocked her head.

"Quid?" she asked in a small voice. Soichiro raised an eyebrow towards L.

"I've confirmed that she is speaking Latin," L explained in his monotone voice, "She hasn't spoken any other language since she woke up."

"Latin?!" Matsuda exclaimed, his surprised face matching the others in the room, "But—nobody really speaks it, do they?"

"Until now," Aizawa looked over nervously at the girl, who was sitting on the floor, cocking her head from side to side.

"Quid?" she repeated innocently.

"Wasn't she speaking Japanese before?" Light asked in confusion, "I could have sworn, she said "I'm sorry", and that she came from "heaven". She had a perfect accent."

"Yes, that is true," L confirmed, shuffling slowly over to the seated girl, "I've tried many times to get her to speak Japanese, but she just can't do it. She says either "Quid" or "Nullus". From my early classes in the language, I'm sixty-two percent sure she is saying "Not any", so I can confirm that she at least can understand me. She just can't speak Japanese."

The Kira investigators were quiet for a while; thinking about this curious predicament. The wolf-eared girl watched with inquisitive eyes at the geniuses at work.

"Well…let's sum up how much we know so far," Soichiro spoke up confidently, "She was found on our roof during a storm, passed out. When we brought her in, she woke up, speaking in Latin, then, in Japanese, told us she was from heaven, passed out again, and brought up here. Ryuzaki claims that when she woke up, she could only speak Latin. Do I have it right?"

L blinked.

"Pretty much," he nodded.

"What about her ears?" Light questioned, sort of making a face, "Anything interesting about them? 'Cause they're freaky as hell."

"I inspected them, but to be honest," L even looked surprised as he said this, "They really are canine-like ears, I have to admit. They're definitely not fake. And they're active, too."

"Active?" now it was Aizawa's turn to make a face. L calmly turned to the girl beneath him and clapped his hands loudly. The girl's small gray ears perked up instantly, now standing instead of their usual floppy looking stance. She looked up to see it was L and smiled.

"Ego audio tu," she smiled, pointing to her ears. Everyone looked at L expectantly.

"I have no idea," he shook his head quickly, "But, in any case, she's definitely no ordinary human, as you can see."

Everyone fell silent again; wondering what to do with their new find.

"…Well…we can't keep her here," Soichiro spoke somewhat softly, "I mean…don't get me wrong, she seems like a nice kid and all, but…this had already eaten up enough of our team searching for Kira. Criminals are still dying, and we hardly have any leads. We need to just hand her over to the police and let them deal with her."

"I thought we were the police," Matsuda asked.

"Shut up, Matsuda," Aizawa said, "But in all serious, I think that's the best thing to do."

"I agree," Light nodded.

"I don't."

The detectives looked over to see L standing placidly next to the girl, staring back at them with his coal black eyes.

"…What?" Soichiro asked in disbelief, "Ryuzaki, you can't be serious. You of all people would want to get rid of her, wouldn't you?"

L was quiet. He looked down at the girl resting by his bare feet. She looked up at L when she felt her eyes on him. She smiled. L sighed softly.

"I don't want to get into my own personal history right now," L said quietly, "But—to be honest, I was a lot like this child when I was her age."

The men in the room looked at the detective in surprise. They had never heard their superior talk like this before.

"To spare time, let's just say I know what it's like to be abandoned," L said quickly, turning away from the gaze of his co-workers, "Obviously this child was abandoned, and left with no where to turn but to us. Who knows how the police will react to someone who looks like her? What if they try to exploit her?"

L closed his eyes briefly when he remembered those sad blue eyes looking up at him in plea. He looked at them now. She was still staring up at him, waiting for him to speak again. L faced the Kira investigation team before him.

"I—can't give her up just yet."

He felt somewhat embarrsesed by bringing up his past, along with the fact that he actually wanted this child to stay, but for some reason, the detectives standing before him looked somewhat inspired.

"Well," Soichiro said, looking at the smiling child, "If Ryuzaki says it's okay, it's okay with me."

"Me as well," Aizawa smiled softly, "It'd be nice to have more company in here."

"Let's keep her!" Matsuda beamed.

"Okay," Light sighed, still flinching slightly at her ears, "But—there is one thing…"

"What is it, Light?" Soichiro asked, "It better not be about those damn ears again."

"No," Light said defensivley, "I just thought—y'know, she's going to be living here, so…we should give her a name or something."

Everyone looked over at each other. They had never considered the idea.

"That is true," Matsuda piped, "We can't just keep calling her "child" or "little girl". She needs a name."

"You're right," Aizawa nodded, "For once. But…how do we know she doesn't already have a name?"

This time, everyone looked at L. L shrugged slightly.

"I never thought to ask her," he stated simply, "But—no time like the present." He knelt down next to the girl. She turned to him and sat parallel from him, smiling.

"Sic?" she asked politely. L stalled for a second.

"Um…what's your name?" he asked, somewhat nervously, "Um—you're name?"

Everyone leaned in slightly; their eyes locked on the mysterious girl. The girl blinked a few times at L, who was patiently waiting for her answer. Suddenly, she smiled brightly, her ears perking up.

"Mika," she chirped, "Mika Miyoko."

The investigators smiled at their new roommate.

Mika Miyoko.

L wanted to smile, but fought the urge as he lifted a hand to pat her head.

"Mika," he said softly, "It's nice to meet you."

"Hee," Mika laughed and nuzzled her head against his hand.

My angels don't speak Latin, they don't even attempt to talk to God. But that's my story, not spook's. And not that you care.

If you are one of the few who does though, it's called Divine Matters and it's on my Deviant Art site. Go on, it'll be worth some of your time I'm sure.

Cody: Oh, and whoever left that comment...thanks? (We can read it TT)