Yay! A story that possibly sucks! That's why it won't go to my main account. I honestly have no clue what I wrote this for. I just vomited this out one day. Christ, I don't even know what category this goes under… Well, enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: I own NOTHING.

It wasn't until I was really there at the funeral that I really accepted he was gone. That I accepted that Kira had taken him for interfering with his plans to become god.

Somewhere in my mind, I didn't think the great detective L could even die, as stupid as that idea was. I didn't even know what to think right now.

None of us did.

Near, didn't respond at all and continued to act as the stoic brat he was. On closer inspection though, he seemed more shell shocked than indifferent.

Matt, was upset, of course and rightfully so but took it better than most. Then again, he never met him.

And I, well as I said, I didn't accept it. Threw a fit, a tantrum like a child and told Roger that he wasn't dead no matter what he said.

I said he was wrong because he was L. He just couldn't be. Not because of a case like this. He was too smart for that.

Yet he was so obviously dead despite everything.

I shook my head.

This wasn't right. It wasn't justice.

L was innocent, yet killed trying to save countless lives from a tyrannical mad-man with a god complex and the power to kill without real effort.

Without having to endure the guilt of really physically killing them and seeing the look on their faces as they died.

My hands tightened into fists leaving the pink crescent indents of my fingernails on my palms.

He was murdered by some sick son of a bitch and the worst part is that L knew who it was. He told Near and I that he knew who Kira was. He said he just needed more proof before apprehending the bastard.

But he didn't.

Kira got to him before he could.

This wasn't right.

Sitting here seeing L's body, cold and pale and ready to be put in the in the ground and seeing his headstone only reading 'Here lies L. May he rest peacefully.' was wrong. So wrong and it made me sick to my stomach.

I shut my eyes, unable to look at the casket or stand the injustice of it all any longer and I raised a shaky hand to finger the cross hanging from my neck.

'Where is God?' A small, sad voice whispered, echoing in my head.

I let out a shuddering breath. 'Where is he? This is where. Dead, awaiting burial.'

No. It wasn't right.

I closed my eyes and turned on my heel leaving Near and Matt and my mentor's corpse there.

I couldn't stay anymore.

Was it that bad? Oh, you get serious brownie points if you guess the book I was reading right before writing the lines "'Where is God?'...'Where is he? This is where. Dead, awaiting burial.'" Yeah, so… Review.