I decided to test out Light's PoV, because I was bored. And, also, this is now a trilogy! So when this is over, there will be more! Everybody cheer!

Light's PoV

I swear that girl is going to kill me.

I've already asked Misa for her name, but that dumb blond said that the names keep changing. At first glance it's Rima Ryuzaki, but after ten seconds it blurs and there aren't any legible letters. And there aren't numbers at all.

And her intellect. It's too close to L's for my taste. Just like this 'N' person. And she knows N. That pisses me off even more.

The girl looks like L, too, but with red eyes. I remember I killed a criminal like that once. Beyond Birthday was his name. He intrigued me. Killed three innocent people then tried to kill himself. After some research, I found that Naomi Misora had arrested him with the help of L. Truthfully, she looks more like the murder than the detective.

How does she know so much about the Kira case, anyway? She called the notebook a Death Note, the same thing that Rem and Ryuk had called it. She knew too much. Her eyes were red. Like Misa. Shinigami eyes. That would explain the no numbers, but not the no name thing.

She and L were close. That could be the reason she knows so much. He could have shared secrets with her that the Task Force didn't know. But why is she so special? What about her is better? And how can she see Ryuk and kill Rem?

Back to Lily's PoV

I swear that Light is going to kill me.

Ever since the phone call with Near, Light's been looking at me funny. I don't think he likes me. It's a good thing that my real name is not legible in this world. I know he's asked Misa many times for my name, but even I don't know it that well anymore. I hope this is over soon.

Wait. Why am I hoping for that? In less than six months this will be over. But will it be the same ending all over again? Will I be able to save Mello and Matt? I tried to save L, but he just died two days later. He was meant to stay alive for about forty more years! But it didn't happen.

I remember the note I found in L's room back at Wammy's. 'An eye for an eye, a life for a life.'

I spent a week trying to figure it out, and then it hit me. '...a life for a life.' In order to save a life, I need to take one. Two murders. Two murders and I could save Mello and Matt.

The thought wasn't unsavoury, to my taste, per say, I just never imagined that I'd have to do it. If I could drag some people from my world, then I'd be able to save more lives, seeing as many people there test my nerves so much that I wished that they'd slip up in home economics and fall with a knife burying itself in them, deeply.

Not the best thing for a teenage girl to think, huh?

I knew the best way. The best way I could help and save Matt and Mello. I was joining the mafia.

"... We'll be counting stars..." I mumbled, remembering a song from home.

I feel something so right, doing the wrong thing. And I feel something so wrong, doing the right thing.

That's how I felt. Joining a mafia to kill people, because I want to save lives.

Take that money, watch it burn.

No need for money. I'm gonna steal. Money is useless to me. Plus, I'm a pyromaniac.

Everything that kills me makes me feel alive.

Explosions. I was going to be in one. The adrenalin rushes that will come with it. I could almost smell the burning flesh of dead mafia members.

Again, I shouldn't think these things.

I walked out the hotel, a duffle bag and my shoulder bag with me. It was the same shoulder bag I had since I got to this world. It was in perfect condition to carry a laptop, books, and other things I needed. The duffle held my clothes and in my boot was something that I knew I'd need where I was going. The hand gun I had stolen from Light. I knew he was planning to use it for me. But he wasn't smart enough.

No one would be able to identify me. I had my fringe, that I had dyed red, covering my eyes, and since it was so long, it ended just above my lips.

I knew it looked strange. A sixteen year old with black hair, falling just above her shoulders, with a blood red fringe, that covered her face, carrying a midnight black duffle bag and a shoulder bag that was black with red, yellow, and green stitching all over, who was wearing a blood red tank top and black cargo pants with black combat boots, that had red studs, that had a hand gun stored in it. Yes, I was most defiantly the most normal person around.

I was lucky I had memorised the address of the mafia warehouse before, otherwise this mission would be a total waste of time. It was so easy.

Suddenly, I sensed someone else there. I looked around the dark area. Come on, I hadn't even made it within ten feet of any door or window! I saw a man with a really big nose standing over me. I saw a name, Langford Bid.

"What are you doing here, girl?" he asked and I just walked past.

I found no reason to pay attention to him, but he grabbed my left wrist.

"Tell me why you're here, girl," he ordered. I smirked.

I twisted my wrist in so that he lost his grip on it and I grabbed his wrist in turn. I then twisted his arm and held it to his back. I pulled his wrist down slightly, and started pushing his elbow up. I knew this would hurt him.

"Tell me where Mello is," I hissed in a whisper. "Tell me or this arm is going to break."

"No way am I telling you, girly," he said back.

"Hmmm, too bad, Langford Bid. I was hoping to play some more. Oh well, I'll find him myself," I said in an overly innocent and sweet voice as I pushed his elbow up and pulled his wrist down, snapping the bone. He howled and I just picked up my bags and walked into the building.

The halls were very nice, much better than it looked outside, and were a very confusing maze.

I could hear some whimpering from around the corner and I looked to see two sleeping men and Sayu crying and a gag around her mouth.

"Sayu," I whispered as I walked over to her.

"Mima," she said though the gag, which muffled her voice.

"Don't talk, ok? Have you seen a blond guy? Wares leather, looks a bit like girl, eats chocolate?" I asked. She nodded.

"Ok, can you tell me which way he is?" I asked.

Sayu blinked, as if thinking about why I wanted to know and how I knew what looked like, then nodded. She gestured to the door on left side of the room.

"Thanks Sayu. You'll be home soon, ok?" I said to her picking the lock on the door and leaving her behind.

The rooms here were darker and I had to navigate the halls with echolocation, something I learnt from L. I could hear people talking, so I moved towards that, and there was some light coming from where the sound was. I pulled out my gun and a chocolate bar as I reached to door. The door was locked, so I had to make an entrance.

I pointed the gun at the lock and shot. The sound was halted and I heard someone order something. I shot again and the door flew open. To say that the criminals were shocked to see a teenage girl standing in the door way would be an understatement.

"Who are you? How did you get here?" Dwhite Godon, better known as Rodd Los, demanded.

I couldn't help myself. I just had to laugh. "Kya ah ha ha ha ha ha! Do you think I'd tell you that? Dwhite Godon?"

"How did you know my name?"

"I'm not from around here," I said cryptically.

"... Lil?" I heard someone say.

Mello appeared with a block of chocolate in one hand and his gun lowered in the other. I smiled. I ran to him, giving him a hug.

"Hey Mello!" I cheered, letting go.

"Heh, just when I need your help, you break into the mafia headquarters. How the hell did you find us? Or break in, didn't we have Hangfreeze outside?"

I laughed again. "Yeah, you might want to check on him, his arm is broken."

"... This girl is good..."

That was it. I was part of the most powerful mafia in America, the LA mafia.