Death Note one shots and short stories

To Be With You

I couldn't believe it.

My worst nightmare has come to life.

I couldn't stop the tears as they flowed down my cheeks.

It's only been three weeks since my husband was killed by Kira.

I hadn't been at headquarters that day. I don't know if that is a good thing or not. I missed out on the extra time I could have spent with him, but I didn't have to see him suffer that heart attack either.

Lawliet was the greatest man you could have ever met. The sweetest, most romantic, most loving husband.

People who knew him from work might look at me funny if I said any of that. They didn't know him like I did.

They thought he was a cold and emotionless robot. A weirdo with a bad posture and an unhealthy addiction to sugar.

The last two things are correct of course. He couldn't stand up straight for anything, and he certainly loved his sweets.

But he was far from emotionless. He was just picky when it came to whom he would show his emotions to.

I had known him for all our lives. We grew up together. We began dating when we were 15 and got married when we were 22.

I looked up as I entered the cemetery. I walked through the now familiar rows of tombstones until I reached them.

Quillish Wammy and L Lawliet. My heart ached.

Our father figure was buried beside my husband. I laid the flowers I brought with me on their graves.

"I'm back guys, just like I promised I would be." I spoke out loud to the graves before me. I have been here every single day.

Today was the hardest for me, though. Tomorrow I was being sent back home to England.

It was something L had set up before his death. If he was killed during the case, he would leave money for a plane ticket back home. He didn't want me anywhere near Japan if he wasn't here to protect me from Kira.

Roger had sent a friend from Wammys to escort me home. She was waiting in the car while I made this final trip to visit L.

"I won't be able to come back for a while darling. I leave for home tomorrow. I just wish it was you that I was making this trip with. I had a surprise for you too. I was going to tell you when we solved the case. L, I'm pregnant. You were going to be a father, just like you always wanted. You would have been a wonderful father, love. I always knew you would be. I love you L, and I know our baby would have loved you as well." I told the graves about how I had planned to tell L about our baby or the plans we would have made. Seeing the baby in ultrasounds, finding out the gender. Picking names and raising this child together.

I went over all the milestones we would have celebrated together. Both milestones for both our child and our relationship. Anniversaries we would have celebrated, birthdays and Christmases. I knew that if L had lived to see our child he would have spoiled them rotten. I wondered who the baby would look like. Would they have his eyes? His hair? Would they be a genius too? Will they get his love of sugar and dislike for sleep?

I could easily imagine L sneaking sweets to our child when my back is turned.

Talking about the future that was no longer possible just made the tears return. For a while I just sat there and cried. I sat there until I was out of tears, then I slowly stood up with a final goodbye and left the graves.

I was silent the whole trip home, and I didn't say a word once we arrived at Wammys. I was lost in my thoughts. I immediately went into my old bedroom. The bedroom I had before L and I got married. We had upgraded to a slightly larger bedroom, but still kept our old rooms. His room was used as his office, and I would still use my room if I needed to take a nap during long cases.

The only time I came out of my room was for dinner, but I still didn't talk to anyone. Not even the boys, all three of whom were watching me with worried looks.

Later that night, I came out of my room again. I wasn't able to sleep. Every time I tried to close my eyes, I was met with a vision of L dying in the monitor room.

I could see it vividly as though I had been there. L would be eating a cake or drinking coffee as he was curled up in his chair. He would probably be saying something, likely talking to the men about our plans to finish the case, then he would suddenly stop as the heart attack hit. He would fall sideways out of his chair. Light, whom would have been sitting beside him would be the one most likely to catch him. Light would pretend to freak out or be upset while internally gloating over his victory.

I stood up and left my room.

I didn't pay much attention as I wandered through the dark, empty halls of Wammys.

I didn't even look up when I bumped into someone. It didn't even occur to me that no one should even be awake right now, since it is way past curfew.

"Sorry for bumping into you." I muttered quietly.

"Don't worry about it (First Name)." I heard a painfully familiar voice reply. I froze, not even daring to breathe.

Is it possible?

"Sweetheart?" His voice asked, laced in concern. Concern that he never revealed to anyone but me.

I lifted my face, tears in my eyes. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. My husband, standing right in front of me. Is this a dream? Did I die and not even realize it?

"It's alright, my cherry blossom, I'm here now."

Cherry blossom was a nickname only L knew. It was given to me by my great grandmother before her death. L was the only person I ever told that nickname to. The only person besides her I would ever allow to call me that.

"L? Is that really you?" I asked, my voice shaky with my tears.

"It is, I can explain. I promise." He helped me up and led me to our room. He further proved his identity as my husband when he opened up our safe. Nobody but my husband and I knew the combination for the safe.

He removed our wedding rings from the safe. We left them in the safe when we left for Japan. We knew that with a case this difficult, there was a strong chance that we would have to work closer with the police then we normally would.

If we had to reveal ourselves to other people, we would need to keep our relationship secret. That became even more important once L began his work on getting close to Light Yagami.

He explained that when we had recovered Higuchi's Death Note he had made a deal with the Shinigami attached to it.

The Shinigami apparently cared for Misa's safety. The Shinigami was going to kill L if Misa's life was in danger. Considering the likelihood of execution for both Kira's, his death was imminent.

L made a deal to spare Misa the death sentence if the Shinigami would stage his death to protect him from Kira. The Shinigami told L that I was safe from the Death Note because my name was no longer visible. He didn't understand why, but he was glad to know I was safe from Kira.

L wanted to tell me that he and Watari were still alive, but he knew that he couldn't. He needed Light and the taskforce to see me mourn so they would believe that L was in fact dead.

If I had known L was alive, it would have tipped Kira off that L wasn't dead, and that he would still try to kill him, for real.

L apologized for deceiving me, but I wasn't upset. I understood. I just pulled him close and cried into his shirt.

I told him that I was pregnant, and just as I knew, he was excited.

We spent the rest of the night, and many nights afterwards talking about all those milestones I thought I had lost.

The next day, we began working with Near and Mello to solve the case from the safety of Wammy's.

It only took another month to get Light arrested. He died of a heart attack after his arrest. Misa was sent to a correctional facility for therapy to heal her from the trauma of losing her parents, and to help her realize that her relationship with Light was toxic.

The Shinigami went back to wherever it came from, and both of the Death Notes, and all the paper Light had were burned.

The world was now safe for our child. The sweet little girl we were going to have soon.

All was well for the family of the world's greatest detective.