Chapter 3:

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"I have to tell you." Vesta looked him straight in the eye.

"Ok, I'm you have my attention."

"Ok, and don't ask questions until I'm completely finished."

Vesta took a deep breath before she began.

"Ok, everyone how has been killed by the Death Note, so long as they were innocent is given a second chance in life. We send them back to Earth, but in the past. If they had 20 more years to live in their first life, they now have 20 years of life in their new life. I can't tell you how long you were going to live for, but, it was for quite a long time. You have 2 choices, stay up here, in whatever you want to call it, or go and live again."

L looked down and thought.

Live again? I could live again, just because the Death Note cut my time short. And I, I can go back into the world again? Will it work, is it possible?

"Now I know that this might be a bit of difficult decision for you, so to stop you from stressing about it, you have 2 months." Vesta said.

"2 months? That quite some time."

"Exactly, so don't stress about it. You don't even have to think about it every day. And, there isn't really a catch. All you have to do is be a good person, and once you die there, you can come back up here. I'll still be your angel, so you'll have one less thing to be concerned about; death."

Lawliet paused for a little bit.

"That's right, I am going to need a bit of time to think this through."

"That's completely normal. Do you have any questions?" Vesta replied.

"Um, no, not at the moment."

"Cool! That's done with then!"

Vesta stood up and walked into the kitchen. There, she opened up a pantry and peeked in a fridge.

"So, are you hungry?" She turned around and grinned.

"Um, yes, I could go for something to eat."

"You got anything in mind?"

"Um, no, I'm good for pretty much anything."

"Ok, do you want to come and help me make it?" Vesta asked the still crouching Lawliet.

He looked at her slightly confused.

"Who, me?" He pointed to himself.

"No, the person sitting behind you." Lawliet turned around, and Vesta ran up to him and grabbed his hand and pulled him up out of the chair.

"Come on, you have the rest of time to go back into your comfort zone, plus, I want to get to know you a little bit better."

"Oh, if that's the case them," Lawliet was happy that Vesta cared for him. There were very few people who know he existed, and 90% of those people knew his as L, not Lawliet.

How many people cried when I died. How many people cared when I died, he began to think.

"Hello, Lawliet? Salve Lawliet, illic es?" Vesta stared right into his eyes as if she was trying to take a good look at his skull.

"Oh yes, sorry, I was just think about, never mind that. Was that Latin?"

Vesta walked around the kitchen and found a packet of matches.

"Sure was. After all, I lived to 18 in Ancient Rome, I better have known my home tongue. Although, I never learnt how to read or write it until I ended up here. I knew a few words, and a recognised the alphabet, but everything else was knew."

"Oh, interesting."

"I know, oh Lawliet, here's a spare apron. Do you like Swedish meatball?"

"I've never had them. I've never been into foods like that very much."

"Oh, you mean anything not sweet? What about lentils?"

"I'm not much of a fan."

"Oh well, I'll make them anyway."

It was along messy process. When shaping the little meatball, they both ended up with the mixture spread all over their hands and even bit on the floor.

"I'd have to say though; cooking is not what I imagined it like." Lawliet said while wiping the bench with a wet cloth.

"Haven't you ever cooked anything before?" Vesta said as she put the finished meatball into a large pot to simmer away.

"No. I grew up in an orphanage where I never even saw the food being made in the kitchen downstairs, and then, when I grew up, I just never found the time or need."

"The surprises me. I grew up kind of looking after the other Vestals, so I've always been doing this role."

She turned around, dried the last dirty bowl and put it away.

"Ok done, all we have to do know is sit and wait. Take a seat, I'll set the table."

And so, they talked for a while about their history, the Ancient societies, learning knew languages and a couple of other things they both had in common.

"Say, Vesta, if you knew when I died, do you know how?" Lawliet asked.

"Yep, do you want to know?" Vesta replied.

"If I can, yes," Lawliet put his hand on the table. For the first time in a long time, he was sitting at a table like a normal person. There was no need for the 40% increase in detective skills now that he wasn't even physically alive anymore.

"High blood sugar."

Lawliet paused for a second, confused, then he realised.

"Oh, yes that would make sense."

"Anyway, it should be ready now!" Vesta got up out of her seat and brought the 2 pots down onto the table.

"Now this one," she pointed to one of the pots, "was a favourite of mine from 1000 years ago, and this one here," she pointed to the other pot, "is pasta with meatballs, everyone likes it."

The opened the lids and spooned the contents out.

They ate and chat, and polished it clean after about an hour.

"Thanks for that Vesta, I appreciated it," Lawliet started the conversation.

"No problem. Hey, so you want to have a shower? I think you've been wearing those clothes for a really long time now."

"Yes, I'll help you clean up first, though."

"No, it's ok. The shower is in the hallway, first one to the right. Grab a towel in the cupboard in their too." She called off to him as he started walking off.

"Ok," Lawliet replied.

I like this one, she thought. Sometimes, I wonder why he chose that path though. Being a detective, there was so much stress on him. He's so smart, it's almost as if people used his intelligence, without caring what impact it would have on him. He started too young. She put the dishes into the sink. He was an insomniac, paranoid, and not to mention his diet was horrible. When was the last time he had a proper meal and a whole night's rest?

5 minutes later, she heard Lawliet talking to her through a crack in the open bathroom door.

"Um, Vesta? Do you have anything I can change into?"

"Oh, yeah, sure, let me find something."

15 minutes later, they were both sitting on the couch talking together. Vesta even pulled out a book she was working on. Ancient Rome; unorthodox.

"It's getting late," Vesta said. "Do you wanna call it a night?"

"I probably won't sleep anyway, but, sure." Lawliet replied.

"I have a guest room opposite mine, you can stay there. What happens is after a little while of being dead, you end up getting you own house. But, because people killed by the Death Note were killed unexpectedly, there can be a bit of a wait. No problem though."

The walked down the corridor and parted ways.

"'Night, Lawliet.

"Good night, Vesta." The both turned around. "Oh wait!" he said.

"Yeah?"

Lawliet hugged her. "Thankyou."