Part 2!

*L's POV*

It was so nice to have Watari with me that I honestly didn't realize when Light came home from school. I didn't hear the door or the footsteps. I didn't know he was there until he entered the room with a smile.

"Did you like my package?" he asked smugly, coming over to place a hand on my shoulder.

"Yes," I replied. "Why are you so happy?"

"We got the results for the blood tests back early. They said that when they heard you were working the case, they pushed the testing up," was Light's answer. He gave my shoulder squeeze and kissed my head.

"Who's is it?" I asked, looking up at his smiling face. "You have to tell me."

"It's our dead man's blood. I think the brother is our man. Still waiting on the judge to sign the warrant, because the police chief and Adam went to the house and Jeffrey wouldn't let them search. And apparently, the sister and the kids moved in with the Jeffrey."

"They moved in together?" I thought aloud. "They wanted the life insurance."

"That was my thought exactly. They were having an affair and wanted the life insurance."

"An Affair?" I asked, placing my hand over Light's that still rested on my shoulder. "How do you know that?"

"In your mail was the copy of the suicide note as well as the security footage," Light said. "You didn't see them?" Light looked between me and Watari who was still sitting quietly just watching. "I guess you have been busy. We'll talk about it later. I have some homework I need to get done. Go ahead and keep talking. Don't let me bother you." Light placed another kiss on my head and then nodded to Watari before leaving the room.

My fingers drummed against my knee. I wanted to read that letter and see that footage. I wanted to work on this case. Not to mention, there was something up. Light was never this happy. Not even with a breakthrough in a case. What was he doing? And the worst part was that Watari knew. Watari knew exactly what was going through Light's head and I didn't.

"Why don't we go look at that suicide letter, hmmm?" Watari asked, getting to his feet.

He knew. He knew that I wanted to work. He always knew exactly what I wanted or needed at any time and it made me miss him even more. Why did he have to stay in Japan? Why did he have to stay with the task force? Why couldn't he have just come with us? Maybe he was more like a father to me than I dared to admit.

I got to my feet and made my way to the music room where I had left everything the day before. Light hadn't given me time to clean up. There was a small laugh from Watari upon inspecting the mess. And beside my computer was my mail, which was a stack that I honestly wasn't looking forward to sorting through. Most of them would just be small petty cases that I would pass up anyway. I only took the ones that were important or no one could seem to figure out. Like... Kira.

Watari took the chair that was Light's next to the piano and I sat down in the small space I allowed for myself. In the corner of my eyes I could see Watari picking up a file and looking through it. There was a look on his face that I couldn't exactly name. God. Damn emotions! I had gotten better at reading them, but I still struggled. I would never be sociable like Light was. I would never be able to understand people like he did.

I pulled the envelopes and packages to me, opening them until I found the suicide note. Or, a copy of the suicide note. They would never let me have the real one. I quickly read over it and passed it to Watari who took it, but continued looking through the other folder. Which case did he pick? What case was so interesting that he would push the note aside?

But the note was what I was interested in at this moment. It sounded almost like any other suicide note that I had ever read. It was just missing two parts. It had the to a specific person, things they wanted to have others do once they were gone, an I love you. But it didn't give a reason for leaving and a goodbye. Not a direct good bye.

And it was written in the brother's handwriting supposedly. I would need a copy of his handwriting, but right now, I needed to see if there was anything hidden in this note. Was there anything that would point to the killer?

-Shay,

You have always been my soul-mate. And I want you to live life and always know that I am with you. I told you what was coming indirectly.-

Indirectly? The wife said that he was showing no signs of depression of any sort and to get life insurance, one would have to go through all manners of medical exams. The doctors didn't see anything that would make them suspect a suicidal nature. And his death was in no way a suicide. Even if he did ask his brother to help and he did jump from the airplane, there was still evidence of foul play, especially now that we were missing the fire extinguisher.

-I love you so much and know that you are an angel and the definition of God's love.-

He wasn't associated with any religious group. Not that he couldn't be religious, but it seemed unlikely to me. It honestly sounded like the wife was just making herself sound good for the sake of the note. She had to have a hand in this. It sounded more like a woman speaking than a man. But then... Maybe you would think this way if you were about to die. I was pathetic when I was about to die, but I had never once thought about taking my own life.

-Tell my story fully, but never think anything besides how much I have always loved you. This was the almighty plan, not mine. And let Michael and Eren know how much I love them. Look after them for me, they are my boys. I knew I loved you.-

The almighty plan. What did that mean? It could be another religious term, but... I had my doubts. I needed to read the brother and wife's statements about the death. I dug around until I found the two pages that I was looking for. I didn't truly need them, I remembered them, but I wanted to make sure.

They were nearly word for word the same. Like they had rehearsed exactly what to say. He was a loving father and a caring husband, was always happy and enjoyed his job. On and on. They were the same. The wife was in on this. She had to have been. There was no doubt in my mind.

"Sir," Watari said, breaking my concentration.

"Hm?" I asked, lowering the papers and looking back at the old man.

"It is almost time for dinner, go upstairs and get cleaned up."

I couldn't stop from giving a confused look. Why on earth would I need to get cleaned up for dinner? And I still wanted to see that security footage. But I wasn't one to disobey Watari. He had only ever helped me in my life. I could do as he asked while he was here.

I reluctantly left my case and headed for the stairs, leaving Watari behind where he was still looking through the folder. Though he hid it from me as I passed so I couldn't tell which one it was.

I stepped into the bedroom and closed the door behind me. I wasn't sure what to expect, but what I saw, wasn't it. On the bed was was a tuxedo, pressed, wrinkle free and perfect. Beside it was a bow tie and neatly polished black dress shoes.

I hesitantly stepped forward to where a note rested a top the suit. I picked it up, looking over the outfit with disdain. In Light's neat and steady hand was written:

Dinner's at seven. Please put this on and meet me by the creek.

Was he serious? As nice as it was that he wanted to have dinner, I really didn't want to wear something like this. Especially after what happened the last time I wore one. But this was for Light and there wasn't anything that I wouldn't do for him, within reason. And sadly, this was within reason.

What was he planning? What was happening? Maybe this was for my birthday? I had really hoped that he wouldn't do anything. But he had said he was going to get me something. Was the new tux something?

Whatever the reason, he was doing something special, and I really should be nice and play along. With a deep breath, I placed the note aside and took to getting ready. He must have had Watari pick it up. Watari knew my sizes. And the suit fit perfectly, thought I didn't like it. I felt constrained and, I knew I wouldn't, but I felt like I was going to rip the fabric is I so much as turned my head the wrong way.

But it looked good. I looked good... Save for my hair.

I went to the bathroom and ran my fingers under the water in the sink before trying to smooth down my hair, but it didn't seem to help. How had my mother gotten her hair to always look so put together? I just looked disheveled. But Light never complained. I'm sure he wouldn't mind.

The creek. That was a ways out in the field, but the walk didn't bother me. It was nice to get out of the house and into the fresh air, even if the chill of fall was on the breeze and the trees were all manners of colors.

The suit kept me upright and my back straight. I had almost forgotten how much I hated confining clothing when I had been looking in the mirror. I had never once felt like I was decent looking, but tonight wasn't bad.

All thoughts of discomfort left me when I came over one of the many hills and at the bottom beside the creek was a small table set out under a few large trees. In the trees were strung fairy lights and candles were on the table, lighting the small area as the sun was beginning to set.

Beside the table stood Light with his hands behind his back, a smile on his face at the sight of me. He wore a suit as well, fitted and tailored to him. He looked shining and confident. There weren't any other words to use. It was in the way he held himself. It was in his eyes and his smile.

I came to stand beside him and glanced around again. It was cheesy, like something out of a horrible romantic movie, but it was sweet. I didn't hate it.

"Happy birthday, L," Light said to me in a soft voice. "I hope this makes up for me ignoring you this morning as much as I did."

I had a hard time finding the words needed to express the feeling that was in my chest. "You didn't go to class today, did you?"

"No. I was out here." Light looked around, admiring his handy work. Before I could scold him, he motioned to the table that was set out, empty table settings waiting for us. "You ready for dinner?"

I gave a nod and he pulled out my seat for me at the table. What was this? Light had never done something like this for me. It was never so over the top, but somehow so him. He took his seat across from me and called for Watari who came from behind one of the nearby trees with two plates of food.

Watari reached the table and placed the plates in front of us. I couldn't help but smile slightly. "Is this why he called you? To play butler?"

"I was merely the distraction, sir," Watari replied before giving a bow and leaving the small lighted area to return to the house.

I turned back to Light who looked happy and relaxed. I glanced down at what was before us and saw bangers and mash. It wasn't that hard of a dish to make, but it was one of the few that I would actually attempt to eat. How did he know?

"Watari," I said, my eyes meeting his. He gave a nod and a shy smile.

"I wasn't sure what to make, save for strawberry cake." Light took a sip of his wine. "Watari said you enjoyed it as a kid. So, I thought..." he trailed off, a deep red coming to his cheeks.

"Thank you very much," I said, grabbing a fork to begin eating. Light had really been stepping out of his comfort zone and that has made me happy for him. He was trying so hard to be a new Light. A better Light. I was proud of him.

Dinner continued on with easy conversation about school and work. Nothing too horribly serious. But there was an underlying emotion that I couldn't exactly place. It had Light stumbling over his words and his hands shaking just slightly. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. I had to ask.

"Light, what's going on?"

"I can't treat my boyfriend to a birthday dinner?" Light asked defensively, a teasing smile on his face. He was being so playful. I had never seen him like this before. It was endearing. Something that made me want to remember this birthday. Something that made me want to etch this single moment into my mind.

"I never said-"

"But there is something that I want to ask you," Light interrupted me, his hands dropping to his lap. "Something that I have been wanting to ask you. And now just seemed like the-the right time."

Light stood from his seat and came around the table to me, taking my hands and pulling me from my chair. His hands trembled in mine, but it wasn't from fear. Maybe it was nerves? I had never known Light to be nervous though.

"Lawliet," he whispered, pulling me closer to him.

There was an airiness to the way he said my name and an electricity in those eyes. Those eyes that held flecks of red in them. Held so much strength remaining despite the years of weathering, so much life. And his posture was no less than perfect, his shoulders and back straight and tall. And his suit... If I had my choice, he would never wear anything except for a tux for the rest of his life.

He took a deep breath, his bright smile ever present on his pink lips. His voice shook slightly as he spoke.

"I didn't fall into love with you," he began, gripping my hands a little tighter. Where was this going? What was happening? "I walked into love with you, with my eyes wide open, choosing to take every step along the way." He licked his lips and exhaled sharply as if he couldn't catch his breath. "I do believe in fate and destiny, but I also believe we are only fated to do the things that we'd choose anyway."

His eyes held mine and I couldn't bare to look away. Those eyes, those damn eyes, they danced around widened black pupils, browns and reds more brilliant than any artist could mix. And maybe that's why my favorite color was red. It was because of his electric eyes.

"And I'd choose you," Light continued. "In a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I'd find and I would chose you."

His right hand left mine, leaving my skin ablaze, his eyes a fever over my body. Tongue swiped against pink, and I watched the energy behind heated red, watched the decision churn behind his bitten lip.

Before I knew exactly what was happening, Light lowered himself to one knee, his right hand digging through his coat pocket, the left one holding still just as tightly to my hand. And there was light in the form of a smile stretched over lips, the glow of the red in shining eyes.

And my mind was blank, as the words became vibrant and alive and smoldering in the space between us, filled by only a silver band in a black velvet box.

"Lawliet, will you marry me?"

I had never felt my mind so empty. It was scrambling to process the request and screamed at my muscles to move, but nothing seemed to work. And all at once, it was like I was shoved back into reality, back into this world, back into this small clearing lit with candles and Light's eyes and smile.

My demands at movement came as a whole, and my head bobbed in a nod. How absolutely pathetic I must have looked beside Light.

The first time he had said that he loved me, I had had a panic attack. But somehow this was easier than that. Somehow I knew that I wanted this. Somehow it was just... Right. There was nothing wrong with this moment.

And I knew, as that silver greeted my finger, that I was his. But there was a dull throb behind my ribcage, an anchoring weight in my heart. A decreasing space, shrinking between our bodies, our hearts, our lives... And it was so incredibly dizzying, painting a soft haze over every neuron, firing jutters into the ends of fingertips, a dullness into the tips of toes.

But I didn't want to fear this. I didn't want the apprehension to grab hold of me as Light looked up at me with energy in his eyes, so I slipped onto my knees, beside him, aching closer and closer until there was barely a breath between us.