I Can See The Light~ A Death Note Fanfic

Chapter 7

About a day after L's death Kira's killings had been going up severely. The funeral was held a week later. Of course, I attended and so did my mother. All of the investigators on L's team had shown up at the funeral sometime that day. I remeber seeing Light there aswell, probably trying to keep suspicions off of him.

I exhaled and flipped a page of my photo album. Yes, at random moments I would pull out a camera and take pictures of L eating or working on the case. Anything really. Matsuda and Aizawa crowded around me, looking over my shoulders, and starring at the pictures amused. I chuckled softly at a pic of L with icing on his nose looking bored as usual. Out of the corner of my eye, a small smile showed on Matsuda's face. I closed my eyes while closing the book.

"Enough with the memories." I moan leaning back into the couch. Seats shifted beside me before it was silent. Aizawa and Matsuda weren't sitting at my sides anymore. I could hear them stretching a few inches away. Opening my eyes once more, I starred at the huge empty computer screen.

"This case needs to be solved." I placed my scrap book over on the coffee table.

"I couldn't agree more." Light spoke. I could feel his gaze linger on me for a few seconds before looking at something else. My hair covered one side of my face as I stood up. Matsuda looked over at me worriedly. After L's death they had claimed that I was getting thinner and more pale. The happiness in my eyes had vanished. Matsuda would regularly claim they seemed lifeless and dull. Aizawa would always complain about how they no longer held interest for any more of his intruging cop stories. They might as well have said I was a girl version of L.

Rem, the girl shinigami, did not come back after L's death. I didn't dare ask about it either. All though, I did have a strange vibe when I walked past some dust that sat in a neat pile out in one of the halls. I'm actually starting to wander. Just how do shinigami's die? Can they?

Aizawa looked back at me. "Are you sure you don't want any coffee?" He offered. Coffee would usually bring some form of life in some peoples eyes. I shook my head 'no' and grabbed a peice of cake.

"I think Light should work as L." Everyone looked back at Matsuda wide eyed. "What? Even L said that Light could surpass him." I glarred at the innocent floor boards. No one said a word.

"I guess it's settled." Light mumbled. Satisfaction and delight was hidden behind his voice. I swear I think I'm the only one who can hear it. Hime pretending to be L is perfect. That way, Light could pretend to be tracking down Kira while he kills more people. Knowing (more like guessing) that Light is Kira, he thought ahead. I can't believe my brother was tricked by the likes off him. A scowl crossed my features.

"Kaio? Are you alright?" Light's voice spoke. I removed my scowl and glanced up at him. A fake mask of care was on his face. Was I the only one who could see through his act? Maybe Matsuda and Aizawa just don't pay that much attention . . . .

I grabbed my bag and started gathering some papers. "I should be getting home. My mother invited me to a famile dinner." I lied. Since I didn't hear any objections, I added on. "Plus, I'd like to look up a few things while I'm there. You know, try and figure out how Kira's killings have been increasing without the real L here." I threw light a friendly smile towards the end. Of course, it was fake, but it looked so convincing. At least in Lights eyes it did, but something was off.

Light outsmarted my brother. I had to keep my guards up, just like him. The war between Light and L was far from over. It was just a new generation waiting to take his place. Knowing that the Wammy's House was filled with people to be L's successor, there would be no denying that they would soon find out the truth.

I waved them all off as I walked out of the room. When I got back to my hotel I went straight to my computer and looked up the Wammy's House. I starred at my computer screen in shock. Near. . . His pale hand was twirling a white lock in his palm. His dark eyes had the same depth as L's. He reminded me so much of him, yet, this was just a mere picture. I cut off my computer and slouched down in my chair.My promise to L was to avenge him. To bring Kira to justice. I think Near could help with that.

I stood up and strode over to the shower. The warm water gave me a small sense of calm. As if L was still living again. Then it hit me, like a hard slap in the face. He was dead.

With the mood being killed, I got out of the shower, dried off, and changed into my pajama's. I looked at a picture of L that sat on my nightstand before I went to bed. In my sleep, he was there. It was the only place I could feel like myself again - in my dreams. It felt like seconds in my wonderland before I was brought back to reality by the sound of my alarm clock ringing loudly at my side. When I opened my eyes a surge of pain hit my chest. It was a realization. That when I go to work on the case today, he wouldn't be there to smile nor greet me. I wouldn't be able to see his panda like face looking up at me to see just what the hell I was doing while he sat there and ate cake. Looking down at my lap, I thought. I think that's what I'll miss most.