Death Note: Another Note- Oblivious Attraction style: Where was Kat?

July of 2006 was the only time that Kat was not with him, helping him on his case. "You do your 'damage control,'" She had muttered, irritably. "And I'll go do my case in France."

If memory served right, he had done something to anger her; accidentally stepped on her tail, thusly dropping his steaming cup of sugar with coffee onto her.

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Chapter 33

Aizawa, the first one who thought that K was completely and clinically insane, starred at the clouds, (much in the same way that Kokoro had a few days ago) pondering on the words she had told him.

His wife had said she had called herself "Kokoro Jiki;" Porcelain Heart, but then she told him her name was Kew Keikan...

Keikan meant "fierce strength," but to his scant knowledge of Chinese, Kew was a girl's name that meant 'loveable.'

So she had trusted him enough with her real name (he assumed it was that, anyways), the fact that she was expecting to die soon enough…

And a file that he had received on his porch with the words "Know the truth about me…I need someone to know…-Porcelain Heart" scrawled across the front in black permanent marker, and the handwriting was nearly as illegible as a child's, he might even add.

The envelope was filled with bubble wrap, most of them punctured by some sort of animal; curiously, it only contained one sheet of paper. It was some sort of puzzle of sorts…just like a genius to make a puzzle…he had been trying to solve it; relentlessly. Only about an eighth of it was done. He had considered asking for help but had quickly dismissed it, knowing that Kokoro had specifically wanted him to solve it. He had already determined that what he had were a series of letters and numbers in no specific order, but that was it.

The puzzle, however, was the last thing on his mind currently. That woman, K; had made an impact on him.

She never smiled sincerely at them, she was always grouchy around Light before the confinement, she was desolate when Light began helping, she was damn right freaky when she was on missions: and yet…

She grinned her heart out with L, she was (nearly) always in a good mood around L, she giggled when she thought no one else noticed her (presumably at something L did) and she was damn right adorable when she was clinging to L on that morning so long ago…

The pattern was obvious: Kat loved L. But were her feelings reciprocated.

Aizawa sighed while running a hand through his hair, "Look at me, examining Kokoro's love for Ryuuzaki like Misa…or Matsuda…"

But, the point was, that the woman: no, childlike young lady had actually grown on him.

She was L's shadow, and though you would subconsciously refuse to look at her because of those unnerving slit pupils floating in a sea of neon green (possibly giving of the illusion that they were glowing at times), you'd want to chuckle because she acted so much like a small child that it was almost cute. Almost.

Ukita had been his long term friend, so the way he thought of her would never compare to his companionship with him, but it was something similar.

He was not going to get sentimental and he was not going to cry. All of them knew what was the most likely outcome of their joining the Kira case…L and K, who usually never ever risked showing themselves to anyone (the exception being K, but she always wore a mask out on missions, to his knowledge), especially. They had been putting their lives in peril willingly, knowing that they could possibly end up buried somewhere under the earth, only ever remembered by a small handful of people.

K—no, Kew had made sure to engrave suspicion of Light into his brain. And while he had been listening to her voice, the pure conviction in her tone had been enough to convince him.

"Dammit, and chances are I won't even know when she dies because I'm not on the team anymore…"

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L glanced over files, halfheartedly, feeling like something was missing. As if something very significant to either the case or him was lost… He pushed the files away. He could not work while his mind was distracted.

Light gave him a queer look, one which L resisted glaring at. He had no trust in the boy, but would have to be at least cordial with him or else earn a very skewed lecture from a certain woman he was smitten with…

He twisted around in his chair absently, subconsciously discovering what he was missing. Where was Kat? Did she not say that researching by her own was getting uncomfortable at one point?

I miss Emmy…

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Numb…she felt numb. Why? And why was she so damn cold?

Realization hit her and she quickly pushed herself up into a sitting position, regretting it when a strong wave of vertigo hit her. "The heck…?"

Slow down, kid. The fact that K sounded as drained as she felt did not help the matter one bit.

Why didn't you answer me before? Any of you? She asked tersely, reaching for a towel to wrap around her body, glaring at the wall all the while.

Common sense tells you that if you're in pain, the rest of us are, I think Kitten's still wailing her head off in a corner… Kew answered; voice far off.

Okay then, what the hell was that then? She questioned, rubbing her forehead but quickly darting her clawed hand into the cocoon of warmth that she had created for herself.

Those files clearly said that we are supposed to die twenty-five years and five days after creation. Exactly. Perhaps…Kew trailed off, not wanting to conclude the worst.

Perhaps we are feeling what is the first effects that correspond to that…Kat finished, had her ears not been covered, they would have been flat against her head.

So what? At exactly, what? Three minutes before midnight on Halloween, we are going to spontaneously combust? That's bullshit. K's comment caused Kat to wince, though it was said in a feeble attempt at sarcasm then her usual icy retorts.

Silence reined for a good long time, all the personas rolling around in their own thoughts. It was October 8th, the day after she had had some sort of attack so, in theory; she had only 28 days to live…

She buried her face in her knees.

Wasn't this what she had wanted for years? Death? She had been so close to actually committing suicide so many times…but this time death was almost guaranteed. What was the difference?

I have L Lawliet. She grinned the smallest bit. I love L Lawliet. That's the difference.

Love: to feel tender affection for somebody… We love L Lawliet, that's the damn difference.

It was so odd, how she figured out her feelings in her one moment of despair and depression. She wiped her eyes, waiting for them to leak like almost every other time she thought of something 'sad.' Yet, they did not leak.

She blinked a few times.

We shouldn't let this get to us god dammit! Get your ass off the ground and go live! Beat the crap out of the scientists! Figure out if it's true or not! K roared, back up to her usual volume level.

She scrambled to her feet quickly, nodding her head as she did. Got it!

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L's head snapped up when he heard the door open, not aware that he was that distracted. In stumbled a very bedraggled Kat, loosing her footing only slightly. Her eyes immediately landed on his, and when they did, she flashed a wide smile…one that didn't reach her eyes.

She quickly scuttled across the room, passed him, dropping a folded piece of paper on the ground. She continued on, picking up all of the things she had lying around and opening a certain drawer that she had never bothered to open while at the headquarters. She glanced at the weapons, picking up only the switchblade, a gun and her mask.

Shaking her head of useless thoughts, picking up a small package she turned on her heel, leaving the room just as quickly as she had entered it.

L opened the paper, reading its contents.

Meet me in our room, as soon as possible, it's important –K

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She stared at the files once more, anger building in her. She was going to do something she never thought she would.

The door creaked open behind her, and one set of footsteps headed her way. "What's wrong?" Straight to the point and blunt, like always.

She wanted the moment to last, yet he was rushing. Better to get it over with then, "I'm dying."

"What?" It certainly through him for a loop.

She gritted her teeth. "I am dying. I am malfunctioning. My system is starting to shut down. I am going to kick the fucking metaphorical bucket soon." Her fists were clenched into tight fists.

L took a moment to look at the files in front of her; the ones she had asked for. "How did you deduce this?" He questioned, walking towards her.

She turned quicker than his eye could catch, "The damn scientists designed me that way. Live only 25 years and 5 days. Until approximately November 5th. Here," She tossed him the cardboard package. "It's untested, so be careful, I had two sent just in case. It's a serum used to temporarily cause a human to turn into a hybrid. A copy of the ones they used back when I was confined to a lab cell," She sat on the bed. "You inject it into your jugular, that way it can circulate, or at least that's the stupid method the scientists had."

"Yes. I understand. I pondered whether or not these should be made. These will work assuming that whatever Kira uses to kill, it only works on humans, correct?"

She nodded. "That's the gist of it." He's always at least one step ahead of me, why he ever asked my opinion when he knew the answer was beyond me.

"And this one?" He asked, picking up the syringe.

"For me. Though the methods they used back then were crude, I still think that a vaccine to possibly reverse the effects of the hybrids is clever…" She muttered, grabbing the syringe and twisting it in her hands.

"The catch?"

"Never been a success. They tried to use earlier prototypes on some of the other series but the result was….unfavorable."

L nodded, doing some quick guess work based on her tone only. "Was a success but I am assuming the hybrids died shortly after…"

Kat shook her head yes, morbidly. "It's never been tested, and possibly can't ever be tested seeing as I am quite probably the only hybrid left. I won't use this unless the situation is…well, bad. But the chances of me coming out of it alive are slim to none."

He stared her straight in the eye, narrowing his own the slightest bit. "What are you going to do, K?"

She put the syringe back into the package. "I plan on meeting up with someone, going off to find my makers and then demanding explanations."

"That's completely absurd, K." He said simply.

She gave him that smile again, only now he knew it was broken. "I know. But I'm going to die either way, so I'd rather try and prevent that…"

"You were willing to die in Moscow until I stopped you."

She winced, "Yes, but I didn't go through with it."

"Because I stopped you."

"Because I didn't." She argued.

"I prevented your suicide."

"But I decided not to try anymore."

"Not to try living, not to try suicide or not to try dying? Which?" He asked, blurting everything that entered his mind regardless if it sounded grammatically correct or not.

"Suicide! I was living for you! You know why?! Because even then, I loved you!" She yelled, getting up in his face. Staring at him, nose to nose. "Because I love you, I don't try to commit suicide and end this. Because I love you, I did my best to support you! Because I love you, I am trying to prolong my life, because I want to keep loving you!!!"

His eyes showed no emotion, completely blank and calm compared to her distraught and flushed face.

Two opposites standing in front of each other; a female that was completely crude, vulgar and cutthroat with suicidal dreams while he was just everything that she was not…

"What did you say?" he asked, eyes still blank.

She sighed, glancing at the wall before turning back to look at him. "I said, I love you."

He nodded, capturing her lips. No regrets.

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A/N: The ending to this one is soon. About a chapter or two. Next chapter is going to be hell to write. I want reviews. A lot of them. I want to top this off with a BANG! Please note, I nearly cried multiple times while writing this. But I guess it's because I had finished re-watching and reading L's death. Ask questions, I'll answer. Comment; I'll answer. Tell me if you cried, I'll answer. Just REVIEW!