L knocked on Near's door the following morning, the door creaked open and Sayu peaked out squinting tiredly, "Morning, L!" Sayu stepped aside letting L in.

L looked around the room haunched over with his hands on his pockets, "Where's B?"

Sayu walked over to B's bed and pulled the covers up, looked at L and shrugged, "He never said anything about leaving."

L looked at the floor, "You should put pants on, if your brother saw you like that he'd wring Nate's neck. Thanks Sayu, if you see him, can you tell him I'm looking for him?"

Sayu grabbed a blanket and blushed nodding quickly.

B sat in front of the opera house drinking a bottle of whiskey while watching the water. B drank until he couldn't see straight and fell back into the ground. When his eyes focused he stared up at a young man with bright golden hair and intense blue eyes. B smiled, "You, sir, remind me of someone I once knew. But you couldn't be him. He never cared, never loved me back." B closed his eyes and blacked out.

B opened his eyes with L leaning over him with his index finger on his bottom lip. "Where am I?"

L responded without hesitation or emotion, "Your hotel room."

B sat up quickly and grabbed his head, "How? You know what, L, I saw a man that looked like C today. Well, maybe. I was pretty drunk." He laughed nervously.

L looked up out the sliding glass window. "It was him."

B shot out of bed, "Why would you say something like that?! C has been gone for over ten years! Why would he just suddenly come back! He wouldn't! He never cared!"

The sun lit up the room as it was setting highlighting a single shadowed silhouette, a voice spoke quietly, "I do care."

B's eyes grew wide and he slowly turned around, "C?"

In the door way of the sliding glass door stood a young man, about 5'11 with golden hair that was messy and partially covered his piercing blue eyes. He wore a long black coat with leather fingerless gloves. "I'm sorry, B."

B's eyes fell to the floor, "How dare you."

C closed his eyes, "After I left I went about solving cases, just as the Whammy's wanted, but I was hollow inside, I sought you out after you left the Whammy house. But you were with a beautiful young woman, who would I be to come back into your life, you clearly moved on. So, I left."

B shoved past C and nervously shook his hands trying to light a cigarette. C held out his lit zippo B leaned over and lit his cigarette on the flame, C then lit his own cigarette, then hummed a tone. B leaned against the railing, "A princess, from pan's labyrinth? Right?" B took a deep breath, "You used to hum that to me and L when we couldn't sleep."

C gave a small smile, "It was my favorite story."

"Why?" B said emotionlessly.

C looked at him confused, "Why what? Why was it my favorite story? Or why did I leave the only two I ever cared about."

B gave him a cold stare, "Why did you leave?"

C stood next to him facing the opposite way, "Because, I believed in heroes… And like Ofelia in the story, I would rather sacrifice myself over someone I loved."

L leaned in the doorway, "What does that mean?"

C looked up at L, "It was either I started solving cases or one of you had to leave. The Whammy House only catered to three children at a time. I never wanted to have you two separated. I loved you both."

B bit his lip, "I loved you, too."

Light came up behind L and whispered into his ear, L looked at the other two, "Do me a favor, don't kill each other, I'll return momentarily."

C took the last hit from his cigarette and exhaled through his nose. "I still love you, I always will. Funny how the Whammy boys all turn out gay or bi." C laughed a little.

B gave C a long stare, then his eyes widened with realization and a deep blush came across his face he turned away to hide it. B nervously ruffled his short hair in the back. "Uh.."

C interrupted him, "What would it take?"

B kept looking the opposite way, "I don't know, C, I dreamed of this day so many times, but not once was I ever truly ready for it."

C gently touched B's chin, "I've run away my whole life, it took me twelve years to stop running and realize where I belonged." C pulled B's face towards him. "And I promise never to run away again. I went rogue after you were put in prison, I disappeared and just kept running from everything… Especially my feelings."

B's face turned a deeper shade of red that rivaled his eyes. Mello stepped out of his room with a cigarette and stopped half way to, lighting it. Cigarette hanging in his mouth he watched C kiss B. "Oh. My. God!"

Their lips parted and C looked up at the young man, "Mihael Kheel, Germanic decent, dresses in leather most of the time, has an inferiority complex, you strive to be the best. You also have an addiction to neuroactive Alkaloids. Your closest companion is Mail Jeevas, otherwise known as Agent J, former resident of the Whammy household, the second to arrive after L's departure. He's also your lover."

Mello gave an angry stare and shouted, "Yeah and who the hell are you?! Think you're so fucking smart, why don't you come on over then smarty pants!"

C gave B a nod and threw a concussive smoke bomb, causing both Mello and B to cough. C came up behind Mello, "I am Agent C." He held a sharp knife to Mello's collar bone and a small pistol in Matt's direction. "I'm what you would consider a Whammy Legend."

Matt's jaw dropped, "Bad move, Mello." Matt put his hands up, "I know you, Watari talked about you a lot, said there was only one agent that ever topped L and B… And that was C. Should have known, they learned from you." C dropped Mello and retracted his sleeve pistol and clicked his switchblade back then placed it back in his pocket.

C held a hand out for Mello. "You'll do well to remember this lesson, strategy is the game, weapons are my pieces. All in the game of chess known as life."

Mello took his hand and was hoisted back to his feet, "He's strong." Mello thought as he dusted himself off, he looked up into his eyes. "The Soul Piercer." C gave Mello a distant glare, Mello picked his cigarette up and watched C hop back over the railing hand something to B and leave. "Matty, his eyes. They were so bright and intense, they almost looked feral."

Matt sighed and lit a cigarette up and pulled out his PSP, "Because they are, he's been missing for a long time now, no one knows what happened to him."