Wow! First I would like to say, "A lot has happened, new job, more responsibilities, and same old thing. But anyways, I think that I can star again hope to find my beta reader

… Nocturnal Ferri, yes I found her and yes she was kind enough to beta read. She was also kind enough to bring the new notes and like always I appreciate your notes and specially your comments they are very helpful indeed, than you!

"Part Three"

By: Shuheivanessa"

SUMMARY: His doubt, confusion … their hope, confusion and his lack of knowing, confusion … will it all come together in the end …

DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the characters, they belong to their creators, etc. The ideas and concepts in this story are mine entirely. If you have any comments you know where to reach me …

NOTES 1: This is AU, crossover, etc, etc. Also, the events in my fic are going in a different direction than the events that are portrayed in the actual series. This is movie based and some anime. A Kanji is the world's deadliest jellyfish it can kill a person in ten minutes. Mu is the world of nothing, I think or something like that.

Notes 2: This is a crossover with other shows.

Someone's POV

Where am I? was my only thought as I struggled to wake up, and when I regained my bearings, I soon realized that I was on a beach; an empty and abandoned beach. Fortunately for me, the sand felt warm and welcoming and the soft breeze soothed my skin as well. Am I really a guardian angel? What kind of powers do … I spoke too soon as thousands of voices crashed into my consciousness. What is this? Why am I hearing all of these people?

"The reason why you can hear them is because all of them are innocent and in need of your help, especially your new charge," said the annoying and yet pleasant sounding voice that began to speak to me once again. "Just try to relax and imagine your mind surrounded by a wall," she said. Wait a minute is she here, I looked around as I followed her melodic voice I realized that I wasn't alone anymore as she sat next to me.

As I tried out what she told me, my headache began to lessen until it finally settled into a dull throb. I was about to start figuring out what to do, but since she's here, I decided to just let her explain. I'm a guardian angel now, but to whom? I am also working for the higher ups now. What on earth am I supposed to be doing? How am I supposed to do anything when I barely can use my angel powers? Well, these angel powers didn't come with instructions and …

"Whoa, calm down there. You are a guardian angel but only to one person. Do you know who that is?" She looked at me like I'm supposed to know—could it be him? — but she continued. "Yes, you're working for them but you also have some free reign and you, my panda looking friend, are supposed to guide him onto the right path and help him realize that the choices that he makes not only affect him but others as well. Right now, I am your teacher and guide to help you learn about your angelic powers, Panda angel."

I began to grow tired of her knowing what I was thinking but all I managed to say was, "What am I supposed to be doing now, oh great 'teacher'?" I wanted to learn as fast as possible and I wasn't in the mood to support her antics, just like I had to deal with that fake blonde bimbo.

"Hey, you're so mean, Panda angel, I'm not a fake blonde dontcha know." Wow, and she didn't even complain about the bimbo part.

She immediately gave me a crash course on Angelnomics 101. Fortunately, it didn't take long for me to get the basics, and so she left me to my own devices, telling me that she was going to go molest a strawberry or something like that. After she left, I began to wonder about my next move.

I thought a while about visiting him and seeing him from afar. I might have reservations about going to visit my successors, but I … the thought of seeing and meeting him again terrified me even more than death itself. What if he hates me, what if he remembers and hates me? I still feel … love … What if he can't stand the sight of me? There is still too much bad blood between us.

I have angel powers now, so I could watch him from afar if I wanted to. I could do it, and I did. I sensed where he was and orbed near his place. I knew that it had worked because I could feel his presence. He's alive and pure, so working for them, the higher-ups, would all be worth it. Now all I had to do was see how he is doing.

When I first set my sight on him, he still had that boyish charm of his. But the biggest surprise … Sayu is his big sister now. She looked good as an adult. But anyway, seeing him alive ... I couldn't … I could barely … All I could see was his radiance and strength … to actually see him and feel … I'm not ready to meet him again, at least not yet, and so …

Near's POV

It's finally finished. After all those years of paperwork and legalization procedures, this place is finally finished: the new Whammy House, I mean, the "Lawliet Institute." I decided to dedicate this new institute to the former L. Unlike its sibling the Whammy House, who turns genius orphans into great detectives and now watchers, this one was dedicated purely to the supernatural, helping the people that fight it like the slayers since L died in such a manner. I also decided to add great people that have been involved in the supernatural, like Faith Wilkins, Dawn Summers and Alexander Harris. I will never forget how I met them and in such dire circumstances, I think that he would have wanted me to help them.

The three of them had decided to leave their home, their friends and family behind to defend this world just like he did and just like we finally did. But unlike them we just moved our dreams towards different goals, my first little family was separated by different organizations but we would always have something in common, L. Sometimes I wish Alex, Dawn and Faith would had met him, L, the worlds greatest detective. I still have Matt and Mello and that's enough for me. Matt had decided to accept my offer and stay in charge of the first Whammy's House while Mello had decided to stay as head of the London mafia. Fortunately, every once in a while we have a small reunion in Lawliet's institute. Today we were gathered here in my office not only remembering our strange meetings with L, but those with each other as well.

"Near, will you stop doing that? Your big head is over thinking again. Aren't we supposed to check these books I brought back?" Mello drawled at me. I snapped out of my daze and I finally acknowledged him. Mello has been a great help since L passed away. Both Matt and Mello were helping me in spotting the authentic books from the copies.

In truth I think that the only reason that Mello-drama helps is because he likes Miss Summers. I think that he's trying to impress her with his skills in acquiring obscure books from unknown places. Matt, on the other hand, well, I think that he likes a certain slayer, seeing that he's always training with Miss Wilkins …

"This is boring. I think that I'll see if Faith is available for some training." Matt was about to leave when Faith appeared.

"Hey guys, why didn't you tell me that you had new books with you? I want to help too." She walked in, made herself at home and began to read one. Matt never stood a chance; he just turned right around and sat next to her on the floor in front of the fire place. This was nothing new to me; she always goes out of her way to help with anything, whether it was training the new slayers from this continent, doing research or even helping out with house chores.

The first time I met her I had wondered why I had seen such pain and sorrow in her eyes, and I questioned why she helps. She has lived a rough life; she has lost a lot, but most of all, she knows what is like to be alone.

Fortunately, she isn't alone anymore and I think that Mello is slowly but surely bringing the joy of living back to her. I looked at them and smiled a little, watching them look through the new tomes, this time, on the topic of herbs. It's not surprising that Mello was interested in herbs since he enjoys one of them a little too much for my liking.

Miss Summers is another case. She, unlike Miss Wilkins, can hide her sadness. I don't know what Mello is trying to do, but at least he's trying to help her in his own strange way. Mello was alone right now, so I wondered where Miss Summers was.

"Miss Wilkins, is Miss Summers in another Council meeting today?" I asked her. She gave me this incredulous look, then to Mello and then back to me. I know that she doesn't like formalities but I still enjoy getting a rise from her.

"Come on whitey-chan, you know I hate formalities and, yes, DAWN is in a slayer meeting right now," she said, and then continued to read the large tome. Ever since she came back from Japan she keeps trying to either butcher up the language, practice or annoy me.

I sighed and stretched my arms wide. I thought that I needed a break and so I decided to move around and get everyone bottled water from the fridge. They all accepted the water gratefully. As I was returning to my desk, Miss Summers finally walked into the room. She was carrying a large bag.

Miss Summers looked excited; I'm thinking that the new weapons have arrived from America. Miss Wilkins was beginning to look quite excited as well.

"I am excited to announce that the different types of wood have arrived yesterday. Xander was kind enough to make stakes out of the different types so I can show you," she excitedly exclaimed. "Now we have ash, Arbre du Ténéré, well they actually had a hard time trying to get this one." She handed me the last type, just to prove it's importance. "There is also the Baobab, the drago Milenario, pine, oak, cedar, cypress, and Gingko. All of these aren't just for vampires but for different demons as well. I also …" I completely tuned her out and dropped the stake when I saw someone in the doorway that I thought I would never see again.

As we stood speechless and with some degree of morbid fascination, he just calmly looked at us and carefully closed the door of my office. He leaned on the closed door and studied us carefully. It was like he was either trying to remember us or couldn't believe it was actually us. But what about him? He hasn't aged at all; he still looks the same. Is he still the same, is he still himself?

Mello was the first to recover his speech. The rest of us continued to stare. "Is it you? You haven't aged …" by the looks of it, Mello couldn't go on.

I think that he asked us something but my mind was too shocked to realize what he was asking.

"No, it can't be … you can't possibly be …" Matt said. I couldn't take my eyes of him, our visitor. At the very least, he kind of looked concerned about us. "You can't be alive," he concluded. Mello nodded his head in agreement and silently pointed at him.

"Matt is right. You died. Who could be this cruel to show us … this?" Mello was already in hysterics. "We were at your funeral and you have a grave. Are you a devil … a zombie or a … vampire?" Mello's frantic speech halted as he began to gasp for air.

"L …" I finally managed to whisper.

To Be Continued …