"HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU RYUZAKI?! I'M NOT KIRA!!" Light-kun yelled.

"I never said you were Kira, Yagami-kun, I just said that you would be best to play Kira in the reply tape." Ryuzaki answered with an innocent look.

"Temper, temper." I tell Light-kun as I move my head to look at him, even if it was upside down, "What did I just tell you? You need to calm down or else you're going to die an early death. And you wouldn't want that, now would you?"

He just gave me a glare as I looked up at him with an innocent look that equaled Ryuzaki's.

I then unfolded my legs and stretched both my arms and legs in front of me. I stood up and heard my back crack a little before I started walking. "I'm going to bed. I'm tired." I announced to the men behind me.

"Sweet dreams." was the only thing I heard from behind me and I knew that Ryuzaki was the only one that would say that. I waved my hand as I yawned and opened the door to my new room. It was very simple with a double sized bed, a couple of night stands on either side of the bed, a closet, a dresser, a desk my own laptop on it, and a TV.

I walked over my bed slowly and fell down, belly side up, on to it. I rested my head on my hands and said to myself, "That is the first time someone's really hated me." Then I thought for a second, "Wait, no, those preppy girls don't count." After a few moments in silence, I spoke again, "What's going on in that head of yours, Yagami Light." It confused me. Mainly because most of the time, when I first meet a person, I can read them pretty easily. I can tell about how old they are, their intelligence, even what their plans are. Well, I could tell that from just looking at Light-kun, but there was something about him...Something that I just couldn't understand. And not understanding something makes me scared. I am one of those people that has to know everything. My therapist said that that was one of my symptoms for OCD, that I couldn't handle not knowing something.

"I thought you said that you were going to sleep." I hear a very familiar voice call out from the door.

I look over and see L standing in my doorway. "Don't you knock?" I ask him as I sit up on my bed.

He started walking over to the bed and sat down on it in his usual style, "I thought that we were at the point where we didn't have to do that."

"It's called common courtesy."

"You still haven't said why you're still awake."

"I'm confused."

"By what?"

"Light. I can read him, like everyone else. But it's like part of his book is in Linear A."

"You can't understand it?" he asked as he placed a thumb in his mouth.

"Exactly. And it's confusing me and bothering me. I can't stand it!" I exclaim as my back and head hit the bed once again. I let out a frustrated sigh as I closed my eyes, but not before seeing L look at me with a look of almost concern. "Can I stop calling you Ryuzaki now?"

"Yes, everyone's gone."

"Good." I opened my eyes once more to look at him. "I missed you a lot, L."

"I missed you too. But I remember telling you that you should stay in America and leave this to me."

"I know. But I missed you so much and you were sounding like you were having trouble with this one, so I decided to help."

"You do know what might happen during this case, right?"

"Yeah, of course I do. But it's not going to happen. I know you won't. And even if you do, I'm going to kill him myself."

"No. If I die, then you leave. I won't let Kira kill you."

I turn over, so that my back is facing him. "But I wouldn't want to, you should know that by now. I'm going to want payback, and I'm going to get it if anything happened to you. I don't know what I'll be able to do without my brother to help me with things."

"If you stay here, then there will be a very large chance that Kira will kill you too. If that happened, what will they do without their mother?"

"I'm not their mother." I reply as I turn around to face him again, with a worried look in my eyes, "And besides, there's still the problem if you died. I don't know what I'd do if something happened to you. I mean, if you weren't there twelve years ago, I don't know where I would've been. Probably dead. So, I really can't see a life without you, L."

He looked away from me for a few moments before getting up and walking to the door. The only thing that he said, as he was walking into the hallway and right before closing my bedroom door, was, "Goodnight K."

"Goodnight L." I tried to reply back, but the door was shut before I could even get out the first syllable.

I stood up and changed into my pajamas. I looked over to the clock and saw that it was nearly one in the morning. "Wow, I'm tired early." I said to myself as I slipped in between the covers. It's true. I was a naturally nocturnal person and would stay awake till about two or three in the morning before even considering going to sleep. Never the less, I laid my head on the pillow and placed the right ear bud of my other pair of headphones in my ear and turned on my i-pod that was charging at the same time. After a few minutes of listening to the quiet music, it finally lulled me to sleep.

When I woke up, I could tell that it was very bright outside. My first hint was the very bright light that was coming through the window and onto my face.

"UGH!!" I grunt as I pull the blankets over my head to cut off the light, "Away damn light!"

Linear A was the first sophisticated form of writing from the island of Crete.