The last bell of the day already rang for Sakakino Academy. Setsuna Kiyoura steered herself slowly through the corridor full of lockers. She had just left a student council meeting and had many things weighing on her mind. "Ugh, today was exhausting, and what's more, Sekai didn't come to school again. Maybe she left a message." She thought out loud to herself as she put in the locker combination. She pulled out her cellphone and when she saw there was nothing new, she decided to call her best friend. She put the phone to her ear and waited for the dial tone. No sound was heard. Puzzled she looked at the phone screen and noticed it was blinking a message. "No signal? Damn cellphone, guess I'll just go to the roof again. . ."

Setsuna climbed up the stairs and stared at the sunset slowly crawling down the sky. "It's such a beautiful view, I must remember to ask her for the key sometime." She dialed the number again. After a few minutes a voice finally sounded through the phone.

"You've reached the voicemail of Saionji Sekai. . ." Kiyoura rolled her eyes and dialed again as she leaned on the door, looking at the orange circle drowning in the blood red sky. The door flew open and she fell out. She stood up and straightened the red hair bow on her head. She then bent down to get her phone. A sound struck her ears. A phone was ringing. She stood up confused and looked at the source of the sound. Her eyes widened as her face became paper white. She dropped her cellphone again as she let out a blood curdling scream. She swayed on the spot and crumpled to the floor in a heap.

It was 10:00 PM in London, England. A man trudged up with a few suitcases and with some difficulty managed to kick the apartment door open. He looked like he was about to pass out from their weight. A pleasant looking elderly man walked in after him and looked at his surroundings.

"Ah, excellent. You fixed the apartment just as described." He pulled out his wallet and handed him a 100 pound banknote. The man looked puzzled from the banknote in his hand to the bare room that had nothing except an armchair and a bare coffee table. "Uh, thanks." And without even looking back, he left and closed the door behind him. The old man lifted the coat of his suit and pressed a button on his belt buckle. A few moments later the phone rang.

"Is everything ready?"

"Yes"

"I calculate I'll be there in about 15 minutes."

"Understood, I'll wait here." The man sat down on the couch and sighed out loud.

"Oh, Lawliet?"

"What is it?"

"Congratulations on getting out of Wammy's as the new L."

"Please never call me by my real name ever again."

Watari heard the dial tone and hung up. He loosened his tie and put his hat on the table. He stared out into the English night and sighed deeply.

"I wonder how this one will turn out. . ."

Watari looked at his watch. He had finished setting up everything the new L would need. Strewn all over the floor were laptops, speakers and microphones higgledy piggeldy along with wires and cables running every which way, connected to weird boxes with lights.

10:14 PM . . .

10:15 PM

The door creaked open and a hunchbacked figure covered in a hooded trench coat slowly crept in. He kicked the door shut without looking back and let the trench coat drop on the floor, revealing a skinny pale boy in his middle teens. He was dressed in a white long sleeved tee and faded blue jeans. His eyes had dark bags from staying awake endless nights. His stare was enough to make a man with iron nerves cringe uncomfortablyy. He kicked his shoes and made them slam against the wall with a dull thump.

He continued to stare silently at Watari. His cellphone rang again.

"Hello? Huh? Really?"

Watari hung up and turned to L. "I got a bit of a problem with BB and gotta go back to Wammy's. I'll let you know if any case pops up." L nodded. Watari stood up, straightened his tie, and turned to leave.

"L?"

"Hm?"

"Congratulations."

He turned around and put a medium sized package on the table. He then left, closing the door softly behind him. L squatted down on the armchair and opened the package and separated its contents with amazing speed, even though he was only using two fingers. A cake, a stack of small plates, and a few utensils. He stared at the door with the same blank eyed expression and said out loud in the monotonous voice that went with his stare, "Thanks."

Manami Katsura's phone had not stopped ringing all day. A few policemen were staying in the house with her as she sobbed uncontrollably. Manami's older daughter had disappeared, just at the same time as her boyfriend appeared dead and decapitated in a girl's apartment. The girl who owned the apartment was also discovered dead on the school roof where the three of them went.

The police tried to give her some comfort, but to no avail. Her younger daughter, Kokoro, had locked herself in her room. And a recent call from her husband showed that their yacht had disappeared from the harbor. Suddenly a thud was heard outside. A few officers rushed in and opened the door.

Kotonoha Katsura was unconscious lying on the front door.

It's been a few weeks living in the apartment, L was still enjoying the remainder of his cake. He was squatting on the chair, happily licking the frosting off his fork. The phone on the table rang. L stared at the phone for a few moments before picking it up delicately. He stared at the Caller ID and preceeded to take one last bite of delicious cake before answering.

"Hello?"

"L, your services are requested. . ."