"Dilated eyes shine for one last time
Are you holding on?
Keep holding on…
You're not like me,
Your faceless lies,
Your weak dead heart,
Your black dead eyes…"
-Breaking Benjamin, Crawl

November 5, 2004

Light Yagami knew that this day would someday soon come. His trained ears picked up the sounds of the people around him panicking as Watari succumbed to the spell of Kira's greatest weapon: the Death Note. In Kira's hands, the Death Note was a tool to rid the world of the scum that choked up the gutters of civilization much like old leaves. The people Kira killed were useless and deserved to die, they had to die for a perfect reality to be obtained. And Kira, Light Yagami, was confident that he could achieve that perfect vision in his head. But, in order to accomplish that, he had to eradicate the people who were trying to stop him as well.

The plan was simple yet complex at the same time. But there had been no need for Light to worry since all the chips fell in the exact order he had planned it oh so carefully before he had been incarcerated.

And now, in this vary golden hour, Kira's biggest enemy would also be drawing in his last breath.

The sounds of his father and the rest of the team buzzed by his ears like troublesome insects, he couldn't listen to the words they were forming with terrified tongues. No, his brown orbs were locked on one person and one person only: L. The detective was beginning to speak, the words falling deaf to Light's ringing ears. But even Light was able to understand when L cut off his sentence. Light also sucked in one deep breath, a breath that was hitched with excitement and pure euphoria. Finally, finally Kira could claim victory over L, and finally Kira could change the world.

Kira could save the world.

Shining eyes watched as the dark haired man began to tumble backwards like a dying animal, his arms reaching blindly for anything that could stop his fall. But alas the descent of the great one could not be averted by anything around them. Plummeting out of his chair he sat in like a king of his own little world, L knew his final moments had come. Doing something that any good friend would do, Light lunged forward and caught the falling detective, well; he was more or less tackling him, if truth be told. But to the outsiders, it simply seemed like someone's desperate attempt to save a good friend. Light brown irises peered down into wide black eyes, the eyes of a victim, the eyes of a king, the eyes of a peasant, the eyes of a savior, and the eyes of Satan. L was many things to Light, Light viewed L in such a way that if one were to try and figure it out, they would only end up more puzzled than when they originally started. L was a god that lived among peasants, much like Kira.

Into L's eyes, Light could see every tale of crimson story and regret. Light saw all the lies splayed across those ebony fields of desolation. Light saw loneliness; Light saw thievery and upmost pride. Light saw occasional moments of joy and Light saw a monster.
Light saw himself reflected in those clear pools of black.

Pale lips began to move in a movement so soft that it seemed like it was only something an angel could do. No sounds escaped the cage of L's throat as he lie there dying the arms of a killer. Unable to control himself, Light's lips tugged up until he was beaming down at the man he had worked with so long with the most twisted smile a human could manage to pull; a smile that could only be done by two things: Kira and a monster.

There was a thin line between those two creatures. Kira was a monster as was L.

Kira and L were the same no matter which way Light Yagami looked at it. There was no escaping that bitter reality.

Studying L's lips, Light could make out a few attempts at words, though they definitely weren't words in Japanese; more than likely they were in English. With his brain singing with glee and his blood boiling with rejoicing, Light struggled to focus on the words the man could be uttering. How rude would it be if Light was not able to understand L's final words?

In feeble attempts of making his final lament known, L continued to mouth those words though he knew that the only one who ever would know them would be Kira and no one else. If could understand them at all, that was.

'I knew…' were the only words that Light could read from the greatest detective in the world's dying lips. With amusement alit in Light's smile, he watched as L began to close his eyelids over those empty, dead eyes. Time was slow and it added emphasis on these final moments, the victory of Kira overpowering L.

With eyes shut tight, L left this world for the next.

That was the day that L Lawliet died, causing all that was left of Light Yagami to perish as well.

Kira had won.

Some Time Later
Winchester, United Kingdom

"Hey, Mello!" Butterfly shouted at the blond boy that was walking through the halls at Wammy's. Stopping his walk and turning to look at the girl, Mello sighed.

"What do you want?" his tone clearly suggested that he was not in the mood to be having conversation. Tossing up a black and white ball, Butterfly gave the blond male a coy grin. With smooth motions, she caught the ball in between her palms and parted her lips to speak.

"Up for some football?" she asked in an innocent voice. "Or are you scared you're going to lose. I've been practicing with Matt, and I'm certain I could take you." At the mention of her attempting to beat him, Mello rolled his piercing blue orbs and snorted in disbelief.

"You, taking me?" he scoffed at her, a thin smirk playing across his lips. "In your dreams, kiddo. You and Matt both suck."

"Hey!" the girl narrowed her eyes, offended at her friend's offing comment. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"I speak the truth," he defended in a mock innocent voice, turning his gaze away from the black-haired girl. "Anyway, though I would love to see you cry out in defeat, I'll have to pass."

Eyes narrowing even further, Butterfly cocked a dark eyebrow. "And why is that?"

Sighing and once again turning to face the girl, Mello responded in an even tone that didn't give a clue about his emotions away. "Roger wants me in his office, so I'm guessing I'm either in trouble or he wants to talk to me about my grades…" Silently, Mello found himself wishing that Roger would be informing him that he had finally topped Near with his studies that he, Mello, would be the one to succeed L.

"Ah…" Butterfly mused, tossing the football up and catching it. "I wish you the best of luck then," she stated with a bit of humor in her voice. "Don't get detention again," she scolded him in a playful tone that was very half-hearted.

"Yeah," he laughed once before continuing his trek down the hallways full of kids playing or simply making their ways to other parts of the orphanage. Mello had not a single clue of he was walking into; he just knew that it was something that he would be able to handle.

Mello was wrong.

At the refusal from, Mello, Butterfly decided to rid herself of the ball and go track down Matt which didn't seem like it would e a very hard task to accomplish. Padding across the floor with one foot bare, she made her way to the room Near and her still shared despite their ages. Roger sometimes seemed as if he was disturbed by that fact, but he never pushed for them to change their room arrangement. Pushing open the door with ease, Butterfly stepped into the familiar scenery of her room. Even though she had matured both physically and mentally throughout the years, her room barely seemed to reflect that change other than in a few tiny subjects.

Much like when she was a child, her books and school work were cluttered and scattered about on the floor beside her bed with no certain order to it. Also, her bedding had not changed either since her arrival at Wammy's year ago. The same pillows were settled up against the head of the bed and the sheets and blanket looked as if someone had just crawled out of it. She would make the bed look nice later. Also on the unchanged bed was a familiar plush face staring at her with fake little black eyes: Baby. The stuffed creature never once was abandoned by the raven-haired teen no matter how often Mello would tease her about it. Baby was something sacred to her; a part of her she could never let go. The only other thing in this room that had changed was a small photograph in a homemade frame sitting on the table beside the girl's bed that held the alarm clock Near and her shared. The frame was a bit crooked but it held the colored photograph of Butterfly smiling nervously with a big blush coloring her cheeks. Draping an arm over her slim shoulders was none other than Matt with his goggles pulled up to his forehead, revealing his deep blue eyes. For once, he was not looking down at a videogame system or anything of the sorts, which only made the photo even more precious to the girl. The photograph had been a gift from Matt and the frame had been something she had attempted to construct during a woodshop class she had took.

But as she lost herself in these small memories, she noticed another factor to this room: Near was not in here. Usually she would find Near constructing a puzzle of some sorts in here around this time of the day. But he was nowhere to be found. Shrugging her shoulders, Butterfly tossed the football into the corner of the room before quickly turning and walking out of the door, pulling it shut with her exit.

The new place of her focus was the place she was expecting Matt to be: in his room. With her pace slightly quicker than usual, she maneuvered around the other Wammy kids. Some of them waved at her, trying to stay on her friendly side instead of becoming an enemy of hers, though secretly, many of them would resent her for being higher up on the food chain than they were. This type of hatred was a common one among the halls of Wammy's.

Without hesitating to knock, Butterfly opened the door to the room that Mello and Matt had shared throughout the years and stepped in. The teen had long since made her home among the chocolate wrappers and videogame console wires that had a habit of snaking around each other and tangling up shoes and other small objects that had the unfortunate luck to plummet into their clutches.

"Matt," she called out as she shut the door behind her. The gamer looked up and shot her one of his half smiles before looking back down over at the game he had been playing. The graphics weren't the best but Butterfly could tell that he was fully absorbed in it.

"Whatcha playing?" she asked, sitting on his bed beside him. After a moment, he responded without pulling his gaze away from the screen.

"Mortal Kombat."

"Ah, I suck at those games…" she grumbled, blushing at when Matt had attempted to teach her how to play the fighting game. While Matt had pretty much every combo memorized, Butterfly's only fighting strategy was to push a random assortment of buttons and hope for the best result. Matt gave a small grunt and a sideways smile t show that he agreed. As Matt continued to fight the round, Butterfly simply sat quietly beside him like she usually did. Often, Butterfly would find herself being teased by the others girls on the subject of the relationship between her and Matt.

'Matt and Butterfly sitting in a tree…' was one of the things they would sometimes chant in teasing tones. This was something that Butterfly could never really understand. Sure, it was true that the girl spent a lot of time with Matt and it was also true that sometimes they would hold hands. They also did things that some couples would do such as kiss and sometimes even go as far as to get intimate with each other. But still, Matt never went as far as to claim Butterfly as his girlfriend, and Butterfly really didn't care if they fell under that title. All that mattered to her was that she and Matt got to spend time together, which she enjoyed greatly.

After winning the match that was deemed a "Flawless Victory" in big letters, Matt turned off the game and turned to face Butterfly.

"Sorry about that," he apologized for being so absorbed in his game. Butterfly smiled warmly.

"It was no problem," she responded, brushing her dark hair over her shoulders. "So… how are you?" A dark blush began to color her cheeks as he leaned in close to her, her reflection displayed on his orange goggles.

"Better, now that you're here," he said with a husky tone in his voice, his lips now inches away from hers. With a sudden movement, Butterfly slugged him in the shoulder with as much force as she could conjure, which caused Matt's lips to set into a grimace.

"Ow…. What was that for?" Matt complained, rubbing the area that she had hit. Yet, his position remained fixed in the place.

"For being cheesy," she defended, an innocent smile spread across her face. As Matt opened his mouth to release a rebuttal, the door was thrown open and sent slamming into the wall. Standing in the doorway was a very pissed off looking Mello. The main expression on his face was one of anger, though sadness and some other expression that Butterfly could not comprehend were alive in his blue eyes. Both Matt and Butterfly stared at Mello with confused expressions and weren't sure how to probe Mello into admitted what was wrong.

All probing was unnecessary; however, for Mello spoke in a hushed voice as he entered the room and let the door slam shut behind him.

"L… is dead…"

And after another breath, he added, "And i'm leaving."