OKAY. OKAY. OKAY...SO. STUUUUUUFF. *GETS HIT ON THE HEAD* AHAHAH! ;フ; I KNOW THIS CHAPTER IS SHORT AND ALL...BUT SIZE DOESN'T MATTER! WHAT MATTERS IS...QUALITY. AND I CAN GUARAN-DAMN-TEE YOU THAT THIS CHAPPEH'S GOT QUALITY!

BY THE WAY, DO ANY OF YOU KNOW WHAT VOCALOID IS? :DD IF YOU DO, YOU MIGHT WANNA LISTEN TO EITHER 'Last Night, Good Night' by Miku Hatsune •U• 'Glow' also by Miku Hatsune OR 'Once Upon A Me' ALSO by Miku-chan, WHILE READING THIS ^O^! BUT IF YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT VOCALOID IS...SEARCH IT UP ON GOOGLE. RIGHT. NOW. Ò0Ó

WELLP. THAT'S ALL I GOTS TO SAY. (OTHER THAN I'VE FINALLY CHOSEN THE KILLER FOR THIS LO~~~ONG STOREH XD) ENJOY THE SHORT BEBE CHAPTER!

DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN DEATHNOTE

"Alright, L! Let's get down to business!" Alisa dragged the tall teenager to a small table in the Wammy House kitchen. "What is it you wanted to tell me?" Her expression immediately changed from cheery and fun loving, to serious and mature.

"I've found out something you may want to hear." L sat down across the little girl, a small frown replacing the happy smile on his pale face.

Alisa's eyes widened. "…You…" She hesitated for a second, before finally gathering enough courage to ask. " You found…the killer…?" L slowly nodded.

Alisa stared into L's eyes, sadness painting her beautiful face. "Alisa? Do you want me to tell you who the killer is?" L gave the 11-year-old a sympathetic smile, as he placed his large hand on her tiny one.

The little girl returned the smile and wiped away a few tears streaming down her flushed cheeks. "I don't know…" She sniffed, the smile on her face still shining through her warm tears. "I don't know…if I should be told who the killer is…because I'm not sure I'd be able to hold back my tears…or my regrets…" Alisa squeezed her eyes shut, trying to stop her overflowing tears. "Papa always told me to be strong…and to never look back at any mistakes I've done…but I can't do that! I can't just move on from the past like Papa can! I can't…because he never taught me how…because he went away before he could teach me how…because…because they killed him!"

L patiently comforted the small girl from across the table. He didn't utter a single word while doing so, because if he did…it'd only make Alisa feel more miserable. 'Alisa's been locking away all these words…just for her father. Just to show him that she can actually move on and cope with things like he can.' The smile on L's face disappeared. 'Why do you do this to yourself, Alisa?'

He squeezed Alisa's small hand, letting her know that he was there for her. 'A kind-hearted person like you doesn't deserve to take on such a heavy burden…'

"Mama…where's Papa?" A young Alisa ran to her mother, as she brought a glass of lemonade over.

Mama sighed. "Papa won't be coming home today, Alisa…"

"…Is it because he has to collect money again?" Alisa took the lemonade out of her mother's hands and gulped half of it down.

"I'm afraid so, honey." Mama sat down on the picnic mat beside her little girl.

"Mama?" Alisa handed her mother an empty lemonade glass. Ice still glistening vividly in the tall cup. "I don't want Papa to take money from innocent people anymore…"

Alisa's mother stared at the 7-year-old in disbelief. "Alisa…your father does not take money from innocents…" She was trying her best to cover up for Alisa's father, but Alisa knew better. She'd heard almost every single conversation her father had gone through with innocents of every age. She'd heard the yelling, the cursing, the threats…everything…

The enigma her father had molded for her was slowly tearing apart little by little…and in the end...all that would be left, is an empty shell...full of excuses and lies...Excuses and lies that would someday comeback and haunt their precious little girl... "Mama. Please don't lie to me…" Alisa stared at the beautiful sunset as it's rays shone lightly on her light peach face. "I know what Papa does to get me all that nice stuff." Mama blinked at her daughter's statement. "He yells and swears and threatens people just so he can buy me another toy, or another pretty dress, or another dress-up table. But I don't want any of that." Alisa stopped staring at the sunset and closed her eyes, a tiny smile appearing on her youthful little face as a picture of her mother, father and herself flashed through her mind.

"I just want Papa to love us like he used to…"

Alisa reopened her radiant, hazel eyes as the short memory faded away. A strong determination sparked the minute she recalled those very words. 'If I knew who the killer was…I could help…' Shimmering tears decorating the very fabric of her youthful face. 'I could avenge Papa and Mama…'

"L."

'I could...finally...look at Papa and Mama's pictures...without feeling guilty...' She wiped her last batch of tears away and looked straight into the detective's eyes. "I want you to tell me who killed my parents."

CHAPTER 12 END