DISCLAIMER: I do not own Death Note or any of the characters and what not.

Hmm.. lets see I wrote chapter two listening to music by the oh so popular Yiruma, google him, youtube him, whatever look the dude up hes like hackin awesome.

It had been a few years since L had come to the orphanage. His room being right next door to mine, we had become the very best of friends. I was eight, while he reached nine. We both treated eachother like brother and sister.

Lying down on my bed one lazy Sunday afternoon I heard a knock at my door, it was Watari. I opened the door and greeted him. "Ah, M, I have a surprise for you" Watari said this with a huge smile on his face. And with those words he gave me something that I had been waiting for. A photo, I smiled. But it wasn't just any photo it was the special photo that everyone at Wammy's took together, Near, Mello, Matt, L, Watari, and I. Watari had blown it up for me so I could put it on my wall as I do every year. I carefully took down the older picture of us carefully so that I wouldn't rip it, making room for the new one. I put the old one and lay it flat on my bed where I would later tape it in another spot on my wall in my room. Watari handed me the new picture, I held it by the corners I looked at it for a minute, it was perfect. I spoke to Watari, "Watari, do you mind if you could give me a hand on putting this up?" He smiled down at me, "Not at all M." I handed Watari the photo for him to hold for a second. I walked over to my desk and looked through its drawers for some tape. I found a roll that had just enough pieces to hang up this precious photo of mine. "Where would you like to hang it?" He asked me. I thought for a moment, "I suppose I'll hang it right where the older one was." He nodded and held the photo in place for me to tape up the corners. Running out of tape right when I was done. "Perfect." I thought outloud. "Thanks Watari, your always a big help." He nodded, "Oh, the pleasure is all mine." Watari smiled and silently left my room. I took a few steps back to admire it from the wall and I absolutlely loved it. I walked to my stereo on the left side of my room and turned it on. Some of Yiruma's piano music was playing. He was my favorite musician to listen too. As the calming music filled the dead silence on my room I admired the picture, tilting my head this way and that I absolutely love it. I closed my eyes listening to the rhythm of Yiruma's pieces and in a few seconds I found myself dancing. I moved gracefully even thought I never really thought of myself as an actual good dancer the music was right in time with my heart beat and I felt the rhythm. I moved in a contemporary dance. There was a soft knock on the door which got me out of the daze I was in, I quickly stopped in the middle of my dance and turned around to see who it was. It was L, he stood in the my door frame. "That is such a lovely picture. And your such a lovely dancer" He said laughing silently. I nodded raising an eyebrow, "It is a lovely picture, isn't it." He was right, I was glad how perfect it came out. In the picture I stood in the middle of L and Matt with Mello on the other side of L. Near stood in front of me as I russeled his hair a bit. Watari stood behind all of us squeezing us in a hug. Everyone smiled even L and I. I couldn't stop looking at it. L smiled at it and left my door frame back to his room. I sat down on my bed, picked up one of my books I was reading from my desk that I had snatched from the bookshelf earlier and decided to finish the book. The book was called "The Five People You Meet in Heaven" It was such a good book, I had just reached chapter four when I heard music coming from downstairs. It sounded like that old black baby grand piano playing. The others had their doors closed so could it be Watari playing? I had left mine open. I put the book face down on my bed and quietly creeped down the twisted stair case.

I reached down stairs and peeked around the corner toward the piano, no one was there. Was I hearing things now? I started to turn back to head back up to my room but it was as if something stopped me, telling me to go to the piano. So I did. Looking around the living room seeing that no one was there I made my way to the old worn instrument, it was dusty as if no one had even touched it in years. I lift open the cover from the keys, they were worn and yellow ivory just like the last time I saw them. I softly pressed middle C. I closed my eyes, and registered that sound into my brain. Next note up D, E, F. "Well M, I see you have found a interest in music" I slowly turned, seeing Watari walking in the room. I just replied calmly to him in my monotone voice "This piano... It has given me some interest." He smiled his old man smile at me. "This one is a tad too big to fit inside your room but in my room I do have a smaller upright piano. If you decide to take a serious intrest in music we could move that one up to your room." Watari offered to me, he always wanted the best for all of us at Whammys.

More and more through the years I had come downstairs everyday and I would practice piano, soon thinking of what L had said that day that he had first said when he saw the song lyrics I wrote in my book. "Wow these are really good M, have you ever thought of putting this into music?" What L had said echoed through my head. It has been about a month since I first laid my hands on this piano no one except for Watari really knew I played. I would always go down in the latest hours of the night when no one was up, I would play softly. Now with my song book in hand I placed it on the stand. I glanced at the clock on the wall, 1:28 AM, perfect time. I read the lyrics from a song intitled "Just Maybe". I placed my hands on the keys and started to play. The notes just flowed making a beautiful sound the melody started out softly at first, playing a few measures I paused. I closed my song book and tossed it on the ground. This didn't need lyrics I realized. The music spoke for itself. I continued playing, from that soft high melody I added a chord in with my left hand gradually getting louder. I played it at double forte forgetting that it was late I had woken L up. He came down the stair case. At first I didn't notice he was there, I had gotten into the song forgetting about everything that was around me. He cleared his throat, my fingers froze hovering above the keys. I bit my index finger and turned around. L spoke first, "My door was open." He knew exactly what I was going to ask him. "Oh. Sorry." I mumbled. He shuffled toward the sofa and sat down, "So now you do play the piano?" He questioned looking at me. I stood up from the chair, "Well just a bit." I said shrugging. He yawned, clearly he had been tired when I woke him up. "When." he said. I thought for a moment, what was he talking about? I figured the piano. "For about a month, I would always play this late because I didn't really want anyone to know, on Watari knew." I looked down at my bare feet when I said this. "You... are very talented M." It seemed he had been strugiling just for the right word. For "good" didn't quite make the mark. What L had said surprised me, I looked up and nodded "Thanks." he nodded back. I sat back down on the piano and continued to play, a more soft melody this time. It was from an anime movie I remember watching with Matt when we were a little younger, "Spirited Away". The song was called "The Name of Life" When it came to a slow soft stop. I stood up, L was sleeping on the sofa. I ran upstairs and got him a blanket covering him while he was sleeping. I returned back to the piano, where I contiued to play until I could see the sun rising.

A few weeks had passed since my encounter with L that one late night. That's when Watari had decided I had become serious about music enough so that I could have the piano downstairs in his room in mine. He had kept his promise. "You have gotten very good at piano over the past month M." Watari said. I looked at him in the eye, "How did you know th-" Watari cut me off, "I can hear you playing at late hours from my room M. But it sounds beautiful." And with that he had kept his promise, he moved the old upright piano from his room to mine. I continued to practice everyday sometime coming down stairs sometimes staying in my room.

I continued with music through the whole time that I was at Wammys. Though it was ten when I took up singing and violin though,so to speak, the piano was still my number one love. I still continued to practice piano at the late nights playing lullabys for everyone to fall asleep too. L, being eleven at this time, continued as always wth his practicing detective work. Every night L would come next door to my room at night to listen to me play. He would sit next to me on the piano chair as I played different songs, especially his favorite one. It was the first song that he awoke to on the late night "The Name of Life" The song from the movie Spirited Away. Sometimes I would even go to his room, only to stay up all night just talking about anything that came up. Often times we would watch spirited away, it was our favorite movie.

I got to know L much better. I would visit his room, a lot as well as visa versa. No one really thought anything of it, they knew we were best friends. I was just facinated on how simillar he was to me. From my monotone voice, deep dark eyes, to emotionless face, he had it all. I spent so much time with L sometimes it felt as if I had forgotten about the people that I had first met when I came to this place. The people who made me feel wanted. Matt, Near, and Mello. I had realized that they missed hanging out with me too. I devoted my long afternoons with them and on a rare note sometimes one of them would come and join L and I at night, only to have them fall asleep first. This always put a small smile on my face as I took a blanket from my bed and covered them up. L would share that same small expression on his face. Which would make me want to smile even more.