~{Y/N}'s POV~

I looked around, curious as to where we were. There were trees, and I could hear the distant laughter of children. Somehow, it was so familiar and new at the same time, and I turned to Matt and Mello. "Are we...?" I began, but trailed off when I saw Mello look around, just as confused as I was.

"You're right by the Wammy's House Orphanage," Ryuk explained, "You just have to keep walking forward."

We're... home.

I slowly began advancing, taking hold of Mello's warm hand. The closer we got, the more my nerves got to me, and finally, we got sight of the grey building we once called him. "...home..." Mello whispered to himself, his voice cracking, and I squeezed his hand, letting him know that it was okay.

There were children running around, playing outside, and I looked back at Ryuk. "Can they see us?"

"No," he replied, "You have to touch them in order to let them see you. So if you're just here for Lawliet, then I suggest you sneak inside and cut to the chase. Remember, you've only got a little bit of time."

"We should probably go to the boys' dorm, then," Matt suggested.

I nodded in agreement as we walked into the building, nostalgia hitting us immediately. It was like almost nothing had changed; the same halls, the same paint, the same creaky old doors. We walked down to the boys' dorm, looking for a sign of Lawliet, until we heard crying coming from one of the rooms. Concerned and curious, we opened the door, seeing a boy huddled up on the bed inside.

"W-who's there?" The boy managed, and when he looked and realized that the door had opened on it's own, he sat up abruptly, pushing himself to the wall in fear. "How the fuck-?!"

"Language, mister," I said, my tone coming off as a warning.

"Hypocrite," Mello scoffed, and Matt sighed.

"You have to touch him in order for him to see and hear you, remember?" He said, and we walked over, pressing our hands to Lawliet's thigh. He jumped at the contact, and then he saw us, he yelled out.

"HOLY SHIT," he yelled, backing away and grabbing his pillow, placing it in front of him like a shield. "HOW-? WHO-?"

"Heh, your brilliant defense skills," Mello chuckled.

"Your stupid dramatics," I fired back, rolling my eyes before sitting down beside the teen. "Hey, Lawliet. Do you know who I am?"

He studied me for a minute before his eyes widened. "...Mom?"

My baby...

"Hey, kid. It's been a while, huh?" I managed, before being tackled by Lawliet. He hugged me tight, and for the first time in a very long time, I felt whole.

"Wait, if you're Mom, then..." he trailed off, looking at Mello, "Dad?"

"Hey, kid," Mello said, joining the hug. For a minute, we all sat there, just enjoying the moment, until Lawliet broke away from us and looked at Matt.

"Uncle Matt, you're here, too?" He said, amazed. "I went to your gravesite, but I never thought that-"

"I heard you, kid. I made sure they knew what you said." He replied. "Thanks for the visit."

"...how are you here?" Lawliet asked, finally showing signs of a little bit of confusion. "I know I'm not hallucinating."

"We kinda struck a deal with a shinigami," I explained. "Didn't wanna see you grow up without knowing us at all."

"She would've sold her soul if she had to," Matt chuckled. "You can never say your mother doesn't love you, because she moved heaven and hell to get back to you."

I blushed and glared at Matt, elbowing him in the ribs. I turned back to Lawliet. "Matty doesn't understand how moms think."

"So... if you're here. Is Near with you?!" He asked, frantically.

I cocked an eyebrow, glancing nervously at him. "Wouldn't he be with you...?"

Lawliet looked away, and the dots connected in my head. "Sweetheart... what happened to Near??"

"He's..." he began, his voice cracking. "He's... gone."

I tore myself away from Lawliet to give a worried glance at Mello. Out of everyone at Wammy's House, both Matt and I knew that Near was the only person that Mello had pretended to hate. All those years of cussing and fighting weren't fueled by hatred, but by some form of endearment. Yes, he had been jealous, and wanted to be better than him. But Mello loved a challenge, and Mello loved a challenger even more.

"That's... that's impossible," Mello whispered, half to himself, "We would've..."

"It happened yesterday," Lawliet explained, "Someone shot him, and the doctors, they couldn't..."

He bursted into tears, and I cradled him, knowing exactly how he felt. Losing us was one thing, but losing the only father figure he had was horrible. It was like when we lost L, and it felt like nothing even mattered anymore. "Oh, Sweetheart," I cooed, rubbing his back as he sobbed into my shoulder.

I looked up at both Matt and Mello worriedly as they stared at Lawliet and I. We all felt it, the realization that he was going to feel exactly what we felt. But there was no way of saving him. All we could do is help him get up, and dust himself off.

~Gevanni's POV~

Near's room in Wammy's House was messy and papers covered nearly everything. My heart was heavy, and somehow, being in that room was my only comfort. The memories of Near, up from when we first met until now were flying around in my head like there was no tomorrow. And that's certainly how I felt, that there was no tomorrow. I pushed the door closed and slid down, feeling the grief, sadness, and other emotions hit me all at once.

My most prominent feeling, however, was anger, and I knew that until I caught the murderer behind Near's death, I wasn't going to feel any better. I'd already began to investigate, and I had collected some evidence. Anthony Rester, my partner from the Kira case, was helping me out, too.

I sighed, running a hand through my black hair, frustrated and exhausted. 

It's only been 24 hours, Gevanni, come on...

My phone rang, and I saw Rester's number light up the screen. I picked up, not expecting what came next. 

"Hey, Gevanni," he greeted, "Listen, I made a few calls for you, and I found something out."

"I'm listening," I replied, somehow feeling anxious.

I nearly dropped my phone when the information poured from my speaker, and then felt anger course through my veins. "...You're sure about this, Rester?"

"Positive," he assured, "It's Mello's mafia buddies, they wouldn't lie."

"But why would he-?"

"I'm telling you, Gevanni, the reputation of Wammy's House is the most important thing to the administrative there."

"Fuck," I cussed, shifting my legs a bit. "And Mello's gang, they wouldn't have anything to gain out of lying?"

"No," Rester said, "They have the guy that did it, but like I said, he paid them to do it, and they didn't know that it was Near."

"Okay, thanks, man," I agreed, "I'm gonna deal with this."

"Gevanni," he warned, "Remember, we're here for you, alright? Halle and I... just call, and we'll help with anything you need."

"I know," I agreed, nodding as if he could see me, "I promise, once everything's done, I'll let you know."

"Alright, then, I'll look forward to hearing from you soon."

"Goodbye, Rester," I said, pressing the large red button on my phone. I turned and punched the wall beside me, unable to control my anger. I got up and put on my old SPK suit, taking my gun, putting on a suppressor, and placing it in the waist of my pants. I knew it was loaded, and didn't bother getting more ammo. My target was going to be easy to kill after all, because no one would've thought that someone on the inside would've done this to their precious, precious detective.

Roger, you sick son of bitch, I thought to myself as I opened up the door, You're gonna pay.