Well Kaze and I (Kami) have teamed up to make the second chapted to EEN. Hope you like it. I think I/we will try to upload at least 1-2 chapters to any one of our fan fictions that are currently running at least on the weekends every 1-2 weeks, if we don't set a goal we'll procrastinate again, you don't want that do you? :P

Disclaimer: I own nothing, wish I did, but still don't.

BTW, ame means rain in Japanese.

"But, Watari…" pleaded L, hoping the elderly man on the other end of the receiver was listening, "I don't want to babysit for a whole 'nother week!"

"No buts," responded the elderly man.

"But," pleaded L.

"You have to," Watari paused, "It will be fun."

"Fuck no, the curtains were talking."

"Did you take your medicine, L-kun?"

"This is England, old man," L barked into the phone, "AND YES I DID TAKE MY MEDICINE!"

"Chill-lax, we don't need you becoming ill too."

Suddenly a new voice erupted from Watari's side of the phone, "is that you, lil-L??"

Suddenly a spark flew through L's eyes, a spark that could have lit up even the darkest room in the darkest of its hours, "Is that you, Roger?"

"Yes, lil-L it is!!11!!"

"NO IT'S NOT, ROGER SHUT THE F—" Sadly L never heard Watari, in all of his fury, ever finish his sentence, all he did hear was the dial tone.

L sighed, he must be dreaming. Sure, his life was fucked up, but someone must have screwed with his life beyond belief. What sadistic god could have done this? I mean, god damnit, he put criminals behind bars for a living. And with that same thought L drifted off to a deep, dark sleep.

He was on a rooftop, it was raining. The air was cool and wet, L always loved the rain, it reminded him of himself, cold and concealed, misunderstood, and surely sad and unfulfilled. Without a doubt.

"What are you doing out there by yourself?" Came a voice in the distance.

Surely that statement could not be directed towards him?

"What are you doing out there by yourself " Now the voice was yelling, what was so important?

L looked in the direction of the voice, sure enough someone was calling out to him, but why? Something was strange, and then the man's ebony eyes sparked up with fright, maybe assurance? He wasn't in England anymore and the man, or rather boy calling out to him looked of Asian descent, possibly Thai? Maybe Chinese or Japanese?

The young boy looked vulnerable and slender, his hair damp, he was the Light in this cold, but calming weather. L cupped his hand to his ear, what on earth did that boy want?

Suddenly the young auburn haired boy walked across the rooftop towards himself, using his hand to shield his eyes from the rain, though it wouldn't even take a detective to notice that his brown eyes were indeed getting soaked anyway, along with every other part of the young boy's clothes and pants.

"I said, "What are you doing out here, Ryuzaki?"" The boy repeated, impatiently.

"Nothing," replied the somewhat elder man, "I just like the rain, that's all." Why did this boy know one of his aliases?

"The rain…?" The younger male replied, trying as hard as ever to sound interested.

"Yes, the rain. I just felt the need more than ever to listen to the rain today."

"Ame? I don't hear anything."

"What do you mean? It's pouring." Something was different about the younger, brown eyed male's voice… it was deeper, but there was something else.

"You daft man, the sun is as bright as ever…" suddenly a painful jolt in his thy sent the detective bolt upright in his chair, "and besides," the voice continued, "this is England, not Japan, there's absolutely no need to speak anything other than you native tongue," the voice paused for a quick breath, "and in case you didn't know your native tongue is English."

"Wuh…" Suddenly the detective came back to reality, he had fallen asleep in his chair (or rather Roger's chair, but still), it was past noon and there was a white haired boy, with pale skin relevant to his, standing—or rather sitting in front of him.

"Who the fuck are you?!" L attempted to sound fierce but all he managed was a raspy tone followed with a squeak around the word fuck, every word after that was completely uneligible.

"Near." replied the boy, his tone dull and flat.

"Why the fuck are you here?!"

"Yo mama is sleeping in my room."

So how'd you like it? :D R&R please. L's dream was supposed to be a rip off of the scene in episode 25, possible Light in this story for reals? Only if you tell me what you want in your reviews!