A/N :- Yes, this is even shorter than the last one. I'm trying to build up here! Anyway, thank you for all your support and reviews! They mean a lot to me. :) Xx

I don't own Death Note (though I wish I did).

There is a thick silence for a few moments. All minds attempting to get themselves around this shocking fact. Watari runs his fingers through his wispy grey hair before sighing.

"Yes, Beyond pushed the poor boy from the clock tower. Awful. Just awful. The whole house was in turmoil. Such a shame."

"B-But it says that they were f-friends." Soichiro manages to choke out, blinking behind his glasses.

"Oh, they were. Roommates. Very close. Almost like brothers, they were. But, one day, Beyond just..snapped. Next thing we know, a scream was heard from the clock tower and we ran out to find Alternate sprawled on the ground, legs broken, face terrified, blood pouring from this large cut on his forehead. Then we looked up and saw Beyond standing there with this grin on his face. As if it was something to be proud of."

"W-Why!?" Matsuda exclaims, wiping a tear from his right eye.

"Why did he do it!?"

"Beyond is a very sick young man. Some think that he snapped after always coming second to A ever since he first arrived."

"Second?"

"At Wammy's, we have rankings. First, second, third.. Etc."

"Why?" Aizawa asks, raising an eyebrow.

"To determine who is best to be L's successor in the event that anything is to happen to him."

"So..is Beyond Birthday..L's successor?"

"He used to be, yes. It's someone else, now."

Silence watches from her hiding spot, a frown etching it's way onto her small lips, brow furrowed.

'Don't you dare, Wammy. Don't you dare..'

Glancing behind her at B who has gone a decidedly deathly pale. He catches Silence's eye and she looks away. L stands beside them both, eyes downcast as he relives the memory.

"I should go." L murmers softly, placing his thumb to his lips. Silence nods but B doesn't respond, too wrapped up in his own memories to notice.

L leaves their side, stepping into the rooms and silencing the group of men instantly.

"Oh, hello, Ryuzaki. Back to work, then?"

"Yes." Comes L's reply as he makes his way towards the computers, settling himself in his favoured crouched position in front of the monitor.

"D'ya think he heard us?" Matsuda's hushed voice asks Soichiro but before the elder man can answer,

"Yes, he did." L's says harshly, stiffening slightly.

He turns slightly towards the group and they stiffen as the glare in L's eyes reaches them from across the room. After a moments silence, L speaks again.

"Mr Yagami, I'm afraid that I am 100% certain that your son, Light, is in fact, Kira."

A resounding gasp echoes around the room as everyone stares at at L in pure shock.

"B-But, Ryuzaki. There has to be some sort of mistake - "

"Who is the greatest detective in the world? Me. I say Light is Kira. I am certain."

"Y-You have no proof!"

"I have shown you and your colleagues plenty of proof but you all refused to listen to me. I want this case over and done with as soon as possible without losing my life in the process. Light is Kira."

Behind the door, in the darkened hallway, Silence confirms her target.

The middle-aged man's face is a mix of shock and terror. Never once had he ever believed that his son, Light, could in fact be Kira. Never in his wildest nightmares. His mouth hangs open and his glasses slowly slip down the bridge if his nose but he doesn't adjust them, too busy staring at the scruffy boy before him, contempt burning behind his brown eyes.

Watari stands quiet, hands behind his back with his head bowed. Finally, this case is over and he could have L take on another the very next day. He smiles a little to himself.

B is silent though his hands are shaking. He has grown paler, eyes wide as he fights with the memories of the 15th of June 2002. He'd gotten the blame. He was labelled a murderer when he was only fourteen years old though, who could ever believe that he could murder his best friend, he'll never know. Silence places a slight hand on his arm, stilling his shaking limbs.

"Don't worry. It'll be okay." She whispers, gazing at him through her golden-brown eyes. He nods, sighing heavily before jamming his hands in his pockets.