A/N: My god, so many of you "nearly cried" were on the verge of crying or were loosing your minds trying to find out how to save Kat. I'll give more info at the end of the chappy. I suggest "Sadness and Sorrow"

Chapter 34

L stared down at Kat while he put on his clothes rather hurriedly.

He had not gotten a wink of sleep…it was just that the thought of Kat, the person who dragged him out of his depression after the death of his family, suddenly not being there…She had survived through so much just so that her body would give up on her, just because of the way some scientists created her.

He did not feel right saying that they created her; after all, she loathed them with every fiber of her being, but he was glad they created her or else he could have possibly been just an empty person who lived on sweets and cases.

He realized that she had, on more than one occasion, thought or even said aloud that everything would have been better off had she and the rest of her kind not been created. "Who needs more killers, criminals and dangerous masterminds in the world anyways?"

On more than one occasion, she had thrown fits about the human race being filthy and completely barbaric.

And on more than one occasion he had been left alone to comfort her.

After so many years of having to have to (he did not want to say deal because it had too negative a connotation but could not find more appropriate word at the moment) deal with her fits, he had become a master at comforting her. He was not sure about others because she usually just needed someone to hold her and say "Not everyone is like that…"

He walked around to her side of the bed slowly, sitting down next to where her tires body was lying, just watching her sleep.

She had saved him from a whole of depression that was for sure…

"I miss Emmy, but you seem to have helped me heal that, Kat…" L muttered, caressing her face.

L Lawliet had always been an intuitive, diligent and extremely smart person, even as a small child.

As the saying says; Tobi ga taka o umu: a kite breeding a hawk.

His parents were not common and were definitely not to be confused with wealthy or well-off parents either.

His father always liked to go out for a couple of drinks, in the past, when his marriage was actually working out, this meant little to nothing to his wife or son. However Cain Lawliet got into some major trouble. On the outside, everyone saw a very nice realtor, with the cutest family ever. But, behind the scenes, he had been dealing drugs, ever since he was young. He had a sharp mind, and in all through his high school career he was praised for that. The only time people had ever looked down on him was when he got married to his sweetheart because she was two months pregnant.

And that would be one of the catalysts for the events that ensued.

His parents were very low-maintenance, never caring about what their son did; they themselves had dropped out of high school; only to meet somewhere in the middle, seeing that his mother was English and his father was completely French. So he had strived to be the first in his family to ever graduate from school.

But how was he suppose to do that with all of the schools pressuring him to be the best, to go farther, to reach his limits, and his parents just waving off any special effort he did. A slap in the face is what it was to Cain Lawliet.

Bachiko Kozlov was the girl that everyone loved to sneer at. She was not exactly your normal French girl. With one parent being Russian and the other Japanese…She had striking features, but the students were still very rude about her odd background and nationality.

Typically, both found themselves one day pouring over a couple of books, studying for the same exam. She had giggled good-naturedly when she noticed this and said quite pleasantly "Would you like to work together?" Her accent was barely there but odd nonetheless.

And on that day Cain Lawliet and Bachiko Kozlov became an "item."

Years later, after the marriage to cover up their mistake; they tried their best to live as happily as ever, keeping up a façade of "Happiness." No one ever doubted them.

But the family started to disband. And all the fighting commenced a few months after L Lawliet's birthday.

As a child, he knew that his family was not the best, not the worst but somewhere in between near the bottom; he had gotten used to the yelling and the fighting. He was left on his own many times…but on the day that a small baby was dropped in his hands, he had reason enough to question the reliability of his parents.

Just as his first name was a single letter, the baby girl that was placed in his arms one month after he turned four, was named M Lawliet.

However, he had given her the affectionate nick name of "Emmy." And since she could not pronounce "L" quite properly, she had christened him "Ellie."

He was very content raising his little sister, while his parents were out doing who knew what.

And just after L's fifth birthday was when they were evicted from their house.

His father had fallen from grace, from the cutest family, to a violent drunk. His mother, too, had fallen, save that she did from adorable house-wife to gambling whore.

The house they found next was degrading to say the least; peeling wallpaper, dripping water audible in the distance and termite ridden walls. His dearest parents had now sunken to a new low. They pushed him around (while he had Emmy in his arms even!) telling him to fix dinner, clean the house, do all the house hold chores and somehow manage to find money for the little "black hole that sucks so much cash out of our pockets," which, of course, was their oh-so affectionate term for his little sister.

L never spoke out, never went against his parents demands; just mutely carried Emmy around, ignoring the identical pair of gray eyes that glared holes into his back at his "sluggish" pace.

Both grew accustomed to this, and when Emmy became a toddler, she seemed to have gotten a replica of her brother's great mind, only that she was a tad bit more sentimental then him. Curly ebony locks sprouted from her head, with big almond shaped grey eyes and porcelain skin. Coupled with the endearing smiles and grins of her brother, his shaggy hair and both their raggedy clothes…well, let's just say that when they went to the Market, most adults were practically throwing money at them.

On days that their parents were fighting they would hide after learning their lesson one stormy afternoon. Their father had gotten particularly furious at their mother for "whoring" around, and threw a knife very near her head. Both children, needless to say, scuttled out of their as if hell hounds were on their heels.

And so, both children introduced themselves into the little space above their room, where a trap door was conveniently placed. They paid no mind to the fact that that was most likely the most dangerous place in the house, and simply held each other while loud crashes, shrieks and roars resounded beneath them. That was how their bond strengthened.

December 2nd came, it was dawning a beautiful morning in the slums of Vaire, France, and L Lawliet had paid mind to waking up extra early and before his little sister, taking out a sock that he had hidden with a small amount of money.

He climbed out of the window, making sure no noise was made, and set off to the bakery, on a hunt for the perfect birthday cake for Emmy.

The kind bakery owner gave him the cake for the money he had (though he was sure it would have cost anyone else far more than what he had brought). It was a chocolate cake, with strawberries on the inside, white fondant covering it and "Happy 4th Birthday Emmy!!!" written across the top. He made sure to take his time walking, not wanting to fall and ruin the masterpiece.

However, as he approached the area where his house would have been, he saw ashes and rubble, flames licking at what was left of the charred foundation.

He dropped the cake, running across the length of the field, pulling his shirt up to his nose to filter out any smoke.

"Emmy!" He called out. "Where are you Emmy!"

He lifted planks of burning wood, not paying heed to the burst of pain that went through him when he did.

He was panting and about to give up when he saw a small hand sticking out of the one region he had not checked.

On impulse, he burst into a run, tearing at all the burning debris that was covering her small body. "Emmy! Are you alright?!"

The sirens could be heard, cutting through the air as he bent over to her mouth, checking to see if she was breathing. "E-Ellie?"

He nodded his head frantically. "It's me, it's Ellie! Keep your eyes open Emmy!"

She made no answer as her eyes fluttered close. "Emmy! No! Emmy!" He yelled, shaking her shoulders.

The firefighters were upon them before he knew it, taking the little girl away from him; pulling L up with her, carrying him to the ambulance.

"That night, I heard that my mother had gambled with the wrong person, thus the reason for the charred ruins of our house. The day after, I was informed that they were going to take Emmy to a Sanitarium. Six days later, Mr. Wammy took me to the orphanage. Precisely a week later, you came pouncing in, immediately earning the disrespect of the older children…" He trailed off softly, brushing her hair away from her face.

Kat's green orbs fluttered open. "That's so…sad." She muttered, moving her hand to squeeze L's. "If it's any consolation, I never even knew my parents." She said, turning her head towards him.

It was not a consolation at all; she was about as useless with comforting as he used to be.

"Do not worry, the past is the past…" He muttered, looking at their fingers, intertwining them. "I suppose you are leaving today…?"

She nodded. "I'm off to kick some butt. I'll contact you as soon as anything important arises, kay?" She flashed a smile.

You're in denial kid. K said, a despondent tenor vibrating through her voice.

The Nile is a river in Africa. She retorted, not quite understanding what "denial" was.

"I'll see you as soon as possible, now go off and chain Light to your arm again, I need to take a bath," She said, grabbing the sheets around her chest, making sure they stayed there.

He gave a sigh. "Fine. Just promise you come back," He said, pulling her into an embrace.

She placed her chin on his shoulder. "I cannot do that. I do not want to make promises I cannot keep." She murmured, placing a kiss on his neck.

"Then promise to be careful."

"I promise to be careful…" I doubt I'll be able to keep that one but if I don't agree we'll most likely be stuck here for the rest of the day. "I love you." She said, leaning back to kiss him on the lips.

"I love you, too."

They parted all too soon, L turned around, still holding Kat's hand. Kat dropped her hand, watching him walk towards the door. "I'll miss you." She said quietly, knowing he would hear.

"I'll miss you, too, Kat." It was too painful. It was as if they were saying goodbye forever. As if they both knew…

November fifth of 2007…she was set to die.

Kat's heart leapt up into her throat as she turned away from the door. She would not watch him walk away from her!

Suppressing a sob, she locked herself in the bathroom. Sliding down against the door, hand clamped on her mouth as silent tears went down her face.

-

The jet was completely silent.

Completely different to when she would travel with Lawliet and Mr. Wammy. They usually would keep up a pleasant banter, tease each other or something, but the autopilot plane seemed dead. She was aware that she was thousands of feet above the earth…but in that moment, she felt so alone. Curling herself up, she imitated Lawliet's sitting position, just blankly starring at her boots as if they would suddenly come to life and talk to her.

The solitude was too much…

Blandly, she wondered if this was how she was going to die, alone somewhere, without anyone to know whether she was breathing or not.

-

"Hi! May I speak with Kat?" Suture asked pleasantly, twirling her hair nervously. She had been working impetuously on her stutter, wanting to impress Kat when she appeared on her front step, able to speak without the speech impairment.

"And who is this?" Asked the computerized voice.

"Eh? Ah, Suture; S, from the Orphanage!" She said enthusiastically, the thought that she punched in the wrong number passing her mind for only a second.

"If you are indeed who you say you are, then what is the alias that K used while meeting you, and her features," it replied coolly.

"Oh, she was Saionji Tomoe; silver hair and blue eyes, but when she met me on a later date she had her usual feline aesthetics, with green eyes, and we went out shopping too! I recommended a karaoke bar to her," she answered immediately.

"The location of the Orphanage, then."

"Somewhere in London England. I-I'm not all too sure the exact location but you could hear church bells chiming from our location," She confirmed.

"You are who you say you are, S. However, I cannot disclose the location of K."

"May I know the reason?"

"She is somewhere in the air right now, locating a former classmate of yours I believe. Feel free to come to head quarters, I believe your assistance will be prudent in the succession of the case."

"I'm speaking to L, right? Sure, I'll come. I'll help," Though she knew she was speaking with L, she could not help but remove the seventeen year old version of him out of her head. If K had changed so much since then, then he must've has well.

"I'll have Watari come pick you up. Your alias?"

"How about Nuime?" She replied, scanning her apartment, thinking of the various things she was going to have to pack.

"Japanese for Suture. That will be fine. I will introduce you as S when you arrive but then we shall call you Nuime for safety, goodbye." And the line went dead.

-

Kat stepped in front of the cell, ushering the inmate out. "C'mon, we don't have all day," K muttered irritated.

"Please refrain from hurrying me. Do you have my strawberry jam?" Said the decidedly male voice.

Kat glanced at the male. Shaggy dark brown hair, hunching figure, and eyes the color of blood…

"I see the corrective plastic surgery did you well…Beyond Birthday…"

-

A/N: GAH! I was practically bawling when L left the room! Just so that I got into that "sad" mood, I watched the end of Titanic, L's Death, Matt's Death, Maes Hughes death then turned around and started listening to the saddest music I could find. There are literal tears falling from my cheeks right now. Did anyone else see the scene in the room when he left in their head? It's just so clear to me.

Anyways! Keep on reading! And reviewing!

-Maddy