Well, my third one-shot, so far. I'm actually really proud of myself :). I didn't think I'd actually finish this. I guess it's because I kind of got sick of it. I'm sorry :(. I don't even really know what inspired me to finish this. I guess, it's because I saw my notebook in my room, and so I thought, "What the hell." and I got it, took it with me to the computer, and just started writing it while finishing it. I kind of got sidetracked on the way to uploading it, because I got stuck watching Hell Boy :S. Oh, crap, the commercial ended. Well here it is, Fall, in memory of L Lawliet.

Disclaimer: If I owned Death Note, this scene would have never happened. Death Note not mine.

"Watari?"

His heart was pounding. He felt it thrum in his throat and could hear every loud beat in his ears.

But he wouldn't stutter. L Lawliet did not stutter.

"W-Watari?"

Damn, he stuttered.

His already-wide-eyes widened even more as he saw Wammy fall to the floor, desperately using each of his last ounce of strength to reach the computer's keyboard.

"Watari?"

But it was no use. The computer's monitor went blank and big bold letters appeared on every screen reading, "All data deleted", signifying that Wammy was indeed dead.

The young detective sat there frozen, clutching his propped-up knees so hard, his already-pale knuckles turned white.

The red emergency lights were flashing on and off, the siren's loud blare in sync with the light, and Task Force were members running in a panic, yelling, screaming and shouting.

But L didn't so much as blink.

Wammy – the man who had saved him form the cold, lonely orphanage, the man who had adopted him, the man who, though not biologically, was his father – was dead.

'You're going to die.'

That dark, sober sentence reverberated back and forth through L's mind. It sent cold shivers – much too cold for November – throughout his pale body. Cold, damp sweat lightly beaded his forehead and the back of his neck.

Of course he knew he was going to die. Everyone died eventually, some before others. And, of course, he knew he was going to die today, he had, no matter how ridiculous it seemed, felt it. The reason he had heard the bells…the bells that were rung to signify the death of L Lawliet.

But, he didn't want to die.

And yet, he had committed himself to track down Kira. He had devoted and promised to not only himself and Wammy, but to all the children at Wammy's house, that he would bring Kira to justice and see him through.

So much so, that he had risked his life. So much so, that he had revealed Wammy, something he had vowed to never do, and, in the end, endangered his life.

No, he didn't just endanger him.

'You killed him.'

But, he will see to it that Wammy did not die in vain.

He narrowed hi eyes, eyes that were filled with determination, and decided to take action – for Wammy's sake.

"Everyone," He shouted, clutching his knees tighter, "The Shinigami's…"

He stopped talking. He had to stop talking.

The pain in his chest didn't lethim continue talking.

The world seemed to spin all around him. Seconds seemed like an eternity. His entire body was numb, except for that pain in his chest.

He didn't even realize he had fallen from his chair, until he saw he was on the floor.

Or, at least, he would have been on the floor, had it not been for two arms forcefully holding him up.

He had no idea how he could see. He would have thought that that pain would have blinded him.

But, no.

He could see perfectly clear.

He could see that he was on the floor. He could see that he was having a heart attack. He could see that he was going to die. He could see that he would soon join Wammy, no matter how much he thought he wasn't good enough to go to Heaven.

And, he could see that he was staring into the bloody, red eyes of the man who killed him.

He could see, crystal clear, that he was staring into the demonic, twisted, demented face of Kira.

He could perfectly see Light Yagami.

His big, round black orbs dimmed as the life they so preciously held onto was sucked out of them, and as they slowly and gently started to close, the first time in a long time.

'I knew it…I wasn't…wrong…I…but…'

So, that was it :). I don't really know what I thought about this one :S. I guess I didn't really have time to think about it, since I was crying most of the time I was writing it...

So, review please!! I'd really appreciate it!

R.I.P
L Lawliet
October 31, 1979 - November 5, 2004
In Loving Memory