Disclaimer: If I owned Death Note, I would have given L somebody to love. :3

A/N: Well here it is guys. Last chapter. I love you all. Thanks for reading this far if you have. Big thank yous in the authors notes at the end. You guys should read them because without those people, I probably wouldn't have written this much.

Nostalgia

"Lawnmowers will prevent your tissue boulders."

A gentle voice woke Emily up. Her sore eyes weakly parted and she saw Matsuda kneeling down next to her bed and holding out a glass of water. Water! Her throat felt like the Sahara desert. (You guys have no idea how much strength it took me not to write dessert and come up with some corny L joke xP)

She felt disorientated as she contemplated sitting up and taking the beverage off of her cousin who was looking at her with eager and sympathy. Desperately she fought with herself and tried not to cry as she pushed the quilt away. A wave of dizziness swept over her as she quickly sat up and tears clouded and misted her vision and fell towards the pale sheets she was wrapped up in.

Feebly, she sniffed and shaky hands reached for the glass. Matsuda appeared wary and reluctant to pass the glass to her. As she lifted the water to her chapped lips, some of it sloshed over the edge and soaked the sheets; mingling with the salty tears.

As she gulped down frozen mouthfuls of ice, she gasped in relief as water met fire and the pain in her throat eased slightly. Matsuda handed her a tissue as she returned the glass to him and wiped her eyes.

The light in the room was pale and almost mysterious and the ticking clock on the bedside table told Emily that it was quarter past eight in the morning. She knew that in the evening, it was L's funeral.

She was unsure about whether the empty cavern inside her was her stomach or her soul but she realized that if she didn't eat soon, she would pass out. She felt faint and her hands were balled into fists, clutching to the bed sheets as if she would explode if she let go.

Without realizing it, she slipped out of bed and stood up on her feet. She wasn't fully aware of her surroundings as she walked eerily past Matsuda who was staring at her as if she were a ghost. As she passed the bedroom mirror, she realized that she may as well have been one. Her skin was paler than ever before except for the dark rings beneath her eyes which showed the insomnia that she was suffering from. Absentmindedly, her trembling fingers reached up to brush against the deep purple and she felt as if L was now part of her.

Her hair was tangled and knotted but she wasn't self-conscious about it. So what if she looked like a scarecrow? Bigger problems were on her mind at the moment.

Clumsily, she cluttered into the kitchen, not noticing the furniture around her and nearly knocking over a chair in the process. She had no idea where the energy or the will to move had come from and nor did she care. Matsuda didn't follow her but merely gazed at her in slight astonishment.

Nauseously, she gently swiped at the door to the kitchen and her bare feet made contact with the cold tile. Her eyes widened and focused when she noticed that she wasn't alone.

Leaning against the counter holding a plate of toast out towards her casually was Raito, his hair waving slightly in the breeze coming from the open window. He almost looked like a model as he lazily held the plate. Only Raito could look 'sexy' while standing next to the toaster and holding breakfast food.

Plastered on his face was a look of concern and Emily was certain that it was a complete fake. Why would somebody heartless enough to damage her like this appear to be so caring? In truth, she was mistaken. Raito was very unhappy about how worked up Emily was. He was quite fond of her clumsy antics.

Firmly he steered her towards the small chairs and table in the corner of the room and pressed down gently on her shoulders until her legs gave way and she collapsed into a chair.

She was very awake and alert now, her teeth clenched as Raito's arm remained around her shoulders and the plate of toast was placed in front of her. She still couldn't believe that one of L's few friends had betrayed him and killed him.

Did she even want to eat the toast? For all she knew, it could be poisoned. No. That would be too risky. If Raito were to kill her, he wouldn't want to leave evidence behind.
"I refuse to eat evil toast." She thought stubbornly as Raito held a piece up to her mouth as if she were a small child. She leaned away from him and shrugged his arm away. It wasn't like she wasn't capable of eating the toast without help.

Resting her elbows on the table, she closed her eyes and let the tears fall. Things would never be the same again and she would always feel empty. Out of pure exhaustion and hunger, she ate the toast.

"What is she doing?" Matsuda whispered after finally following her.
"Well it looks like she's crying into the toast if you ask me."
"I hate soggy toast…"

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"I won't cry." A half confident reflection told Emily as she stared at herself in the mirror. Her voice was unsure and shaky. It was quarter past four and she was ready for L's funeral. A black skirt and blouse hung loosely around her and she sighed at how dismal it looked. Why did everything turn out like this?

Raking a brush through her hair was a difficult task and when it was complete she wondered what to do with it.

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"I hate my hair. I should get it cut." Emily said crossly as she ran her fingers through it. L, sitting in his usual manner on a nearby chair chewed on his thumb gently.
"Don't." The single word was quiet and soft. She looked up in slight confusion then shook the thoughts away.
"Maybe I should put it up in a ponytail again or something."
"I like it how it is." L's opinion was thrown into the conversation casually, causing Emily to blush and look down, hiding behind the long curtains of hazel.

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Staring into her own broken eyes through the mirror, Emily decided to leave her hair how it was.

Matsuda and Emily made their way to the funeral by taxi. Neither of them spoke a word and merely sat in grave silence. The driver attempted a feeble conversation but gave in after Matsuda just answered with blunt one word answers.

The sun was setting and the sky was beautiful. Blood and fire red, showing the pain that twisted like a knife inside of Emily ever since she'd lost the one she loved. Light dabs of pink and purple were smudged into the scarlet and gold was sprayed across. If you looked hard enough, you'd spot tiny wisps of pink cotton candy clouds. It was almost as if a phoenix had exploded in the sky. (More explosions?)

Emily was determined to avenge L's death. As they stood through the ceremony, she held a bouquet of flowers close to her. Beside her stood Raito who she was keeping a careful eye on.

She felt sure that today was the day that she could avenge L's death. Hidden well among the flowers was a small recording device. She was certain that Raito would say something when he was alone with L and if she could record it, she could prove that he was Kira.

The crisp evening air pinched at Emily's bare arms as she tried desperately not to cry. If only she could understand what the others were saying. For one horrific moment, she realized that her plan may go all wrong. Raito would surely speak in Japanese to L and then what could she do? She knew that Matsuda was loyal to Raito and wouldn't listen to her. Perhaps Aizawa or Mogi? But they couldn't understand her, so what was the point? No, she had to try.

Raito was speaking now. Spouting filthy lies to the grave of his dead friend. The others walked away, apparently finished saying their last words to L. Emily stood in front of the grave clutching the flowers and glancing at Raito. She had told Matsuda previously that she would walk home because she wanted time to herself. For once he seemed to understand.
"Shall I leave so that you can talk to him privately?" Raito asked softly, warm eyes gazing at her sadly. Emily refused to make eye contact and continued staring at the grave.
"It's nice to see that you respect my feeling. Thank you. There's really no need though. I just wanted to say goodbye." Emily spoke loudly and forced herself to meet his gaze. If she didn't seem truthful and he walked away without saying anything, she would fail.

He seemed to accept it with a small nod and he watched her patiently as she kneeled down in front of L's grave.
"This is for you, L." she said quietly, not caring whether Raito heard or not. She secretly pressed the record button which was still hidden from sight and laid the flowers on his grave. If Raito heard her, he would think she meant the flowers, however, to her and L, it meant she was going to avenge his death.

She stood up and turned to walk away, only pausing to nod at Raito in what she hoped appeared to be respect. She left the graveyard with tears in her eyes. As she passed the intricate iron gate, she ducked behind the wall and peered through the gaps that formed patterns in the wall. She saw the back of Raito but she was beyond earshot.

For a few minutes she just sat on the cold, frozen pavement; feeling the icy stone seep through to her bones and causing her to shiver. Tears rolled down her cheeks and the stinging air made them feel like blades. When she finally tried to wipe the frost from her face, she noticed that Raito was no longer at the grave. She unsteadily climbed to her feet and scurried through the churchyard.

The sky blazed in all its glory and Emily kept her eyes on the heavens as she approached L, hoping that he was up there and guarding her. It was peculiar how the sky looked so warm yet instead it was bitter and tombstone cold.

Cautiously, she peered around to make sure she was alone before bending down and putting her hand among the petals, fingers feeling for the device that could avenge L. Her expression turned to panic as she frantically tried to find it, trying not to destroy the plants. It was gone. Then, she heard a familiar sound coming from behind her and it was truthful and honest yet evil and heartless.

The laugh of a killer. It sounded almost tinned and then she realised it was coming from the recorder as she turned around and stood up to see Raito overshadowing her confidently and holding the recorder. He clicked the stop button and examined her shivering figure and heartbroken eyes.
"Looking for this?"
"Huh?" Emily's voice was small and broken as she registered what had just happened. For the second time that week, she felt defeated and lost.
"You, you killed him!" Emily cried, more tears leaving her eyes.
"He was aware of the risk." Raito said calmly, his head tilted to the side as he put the recording device in his jacket pocket and reached towards his watch.

Emily stared at him blankly, breathing heavily and trying not to collapse.
"He was your friend." she forced the words out of her mouth, each one tasting of death and loneliness. Raito looked at her and shook his head.
"This is justice." he said passionately and with a click of his watch, a tiny compartment opened and she saw a small page of the death note. She had failed and she knew that she would die.
"I'm sorry." he said, and Emily knew that for once in his life, Raito was telling the truth.

Emily really started to cry then. She had failed L and had broken a promise to him.

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"Promise me that you'll stay safe?" L said softly, eyes full of sorrow as he studied her carefully.
"I promise."

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"A monster like you could never love in the way that I loved him." Raito looked up, surprised at her words as he stopped writing her name for a moment.
"You're wrong." he said quietly, a sudden cloud of regret passing his face.
"What?"
"I loved you too."

A stunned silence crashed around them as Emily stared in disbelief.
"I regret this but sacrifices must be made." Raito said, his voice trembling slightly as he finished writing her name and the word 'suicide'. It was perfect. Nobody would be surprised if she killed herself. Very upset, but not surprised.

She had forty seconds to live her life before losing her mind to the death note.
"I have no will to stay, live, go or die." she said sadly, turning to L's grave and kneeling down among the flowers that she had accidentally scattered in her surprise. She gathered them up quickly and rested them neatly against the cold stone then laid her head against the cross.

"I'm sorry I've failed you, L. I really am. I love you." she whispered. Raito, panic surging through him watched her as the time ticked by and she remained where she was.

Then, her eyes went blank and she wiped away the tears. Smiling sadly she turned to Raito and stood up.
"Farewell." she said in a barely audible voice and she turned and left; no doubt walking towards her own deathbed.

The End

A/N: OK! Yes! First of all, I don't hate Raito. I hope it doesn't come across that way. Also, I like to call him both Raito and Light so for this story I called him Raito but if I ever write another, I may call him Light. xD I'm silly like that.

Some time in the future, I'll be writing a story about L's past. I'll have to wait until I've got this big piece of homework out of the way though!

This story... Wow it was great fun to write. I know it wasn't amazing but the way some of you guys reviewed, gosh you made it sound like it was. :D In my eyes, a good writer can make you feel a certain way using words. Your reviews told me that you guys were feeling the way I wanted to. It's strange how a story starting with laughs and fun ended in tragedy and sadness. :(

Emily as a character... Awh I love her! When I write stories, I become so absorbed with my characters that I usually end up feeling the way they feel so it really really really hurt me to do this to her. xD Emily is just so puppylike in my eyes. Strong in some areas but very much like a young child. I decided to give her my clumsiness because that's quite entertaining and I decided to exaggerate it. When I make a whole new character, I like to give them something close to me so I can help develop them. Apart from that, she's completely original. :)

Thanks to EVERYBODY that has read this and thanks to those who have reviewed. Also thank you to those who added this to their alert list.

Thanks to Hallows07, ItsukoLawliet, angelicnw2005, Sybil Corvax, AnimelovinKiDD, watergoddesskasey, XthirteenX and CaeliaDanan.

Now... TO THE REVIEWERS I'D GIVE MY SOUL TO! :D The reviewers that were the most helpful to me or who were the msot devoted.

ActionFry, oh you're amazing. Reviewed every single chapter. Every. Single. One. Except this one. xD But I'm sure you'll read this at least. It's great that you gave me the feedback. I love you. xD I really do. You've been a great help. and your story is amazing. Thank you!

Danicasdeath, first review was... chapter six I believe. Ever since then you've reviewed often. It was a great encouragement and I loved the Grease part of last chapter which you inspired me to do. :) Thank you very much.

The Blonde One, I don't know if you'll ever read this. You never added my story to your alert list so that means you must have looked and kept checking back. Thank you. I hope you do read this because your reviews at the beginning really made me smile.

Rodrick, you've reviewed once. That's all. But I'm telling you it was a brilliant review. It made me laugh with joy. :D You told me exactly what I wanted to hear. I was happy to know that I'd done just what I wanted to one person at least. xD A guy as well.

Reviews are amazing. They encourage people to continue so next time you read a fanfiction, why don't you hit the review button? (: