You chuckle at the memory.

"What was I thinking back then? Matt was hilarious! That was possibly the best thing he's ever pulled off!" You inwardly thought.

You slowly close your eyes, clutching the memory, hoping that it would ward off nightmares and drift off to sleep. But little do you know, that your attempts of driving nightmares away are futile.

"You're pathetic, (f/n). You are L's niece and yet you can't even measure up to him. L wouldn't want to see your pathetic state now. He ought to be ashamed of you. You're both mentally and physically weak, you can't even fend for yourself. Do you think that Matt's happy babysitting you?"

A voice booms inside your head. Everything around you is pitch black. A demonic looking shadow-girl stands before you; your insecurity. She held out her translucent, shadowy left hand. A wave of painful images crashes over you, followed by your thundering, echoing heart-beat. THUMP. L' and Watari's limp, lifeless bodies. THUMP. The bullets raining down on Matt, penetrating his skin and bones. THUMP. Mello's name being written down on the death note, his dead body burns inside the church as it catches on fire. THUMP. Near's fragile body finally cracking.

Tears stream down your cheeks. A loud, piercing sound reverberates inside your head.You realize that you're the one screaming and clamp a hand over your mouth,your nails scratching your face. You insecurity smirks as she stands over you,mocking your ruined state.

"GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY LIFE!" You scream over and over.

You feel trapped in your never-ending illusion, but you don't realize, that someone has heard your screams.

Matt steps out of the shower and dries himself up with a plain towel.

"GET THE F-OUT OF MY LIFE!"

He hears muffled screams coming from the bedroom and instantly recognizes that the screams belong to you. He quickly dresses himself and rushes to the bedroom, seeing your silhouette wildly thrashing, kicking off the blankets. With firm hands he holds you down.

"(f/n), WAKE UP! SNAP OUT OF IT!" He yells at you trying to shake you awake.

In the midst of your nightmare, you hear a faint voice, telling you to wake up. The dark scene shatters, as you force your eyes to open. You blink, seeing a blurry outline of Matt slowly becoming clear, like a camera adjusting its focus. You wake up in cold sweat, your body tense and trembling.

"I-I need to go." You tell Matt in a shaky voice, thinking about your motorcycle.

"No, you're staying here, with me. I don't want you to collapse on the sidewalk without me, again." Matt orders.

He cuddles you, lying down on the cold space beside you. His goggles coolly presses against your neck.

"You're staying here, with me." He murmurs.

"Thank-you, Matt." You whisper, thanking him for dragging you out of your misery.

Empty silence.

The two of you stay like this for the rest of the night. You eventually fall back asleep, with no other vision, but empty blackness. If it wasn't for Matt, you wouldn't have made it this far in life, without L.

The next morning, you wake up feeling refreshed for the first time in weeks. You roll over, and see Matt's DS on the nightstand, glowing a soft red; low battery. You sigh and plug in the charger. Matt is never okay with his DS dying on him. You dress yourself in a plain grey, hoodie, ripped, skinny jeans and a pair of worn, black Converse and continue with your usual morning routine.

1. Washing yourself up.

2. Morning Coffee + Breakfast (which is a rarity due to your hectic life)

3. Hug from Matt and a grumble from Mello; heading out the front door

4. Starting your Motorcycle, riding on to work

5. Showing up late/Dealing with an albino brat with Asperger syndrome.

6. Shitty, nutritious lunch.

After Lunch, you idly sit around a table (as far away from Near as possible) with your investigation team, discussing about the case. As the rest of the team is talking, you're slowly piecing together a plan at the back of your head, like Near and his puzzles. That's basically the thought process all of L's successors share (apart from Mello). You have enough of thinking and raise your hand, asking for permission to speak.

"Go right ahead, (f/n), after Halle's finished speaking."

Halle finished contributing to the discussion, and sat in silence.

"I think I have a plan to save Rodger." You speak.

Everyone's heads turns towards you (except for Near, he's more interested in putting together a puzzle of L) their eyes glinted with interest.

"I know that the FBI has found out that the people who kidnapped Rodger is a bunch of greedy anthologists desperately trying to sell a possession of L's for a huge sum of money." The other members nodded.

"Well, we should find out about their hideout's location first and maybe, some of us can disguise as the members of the group holding Roger hostage (Aftersilently knocking them out first.)  and rescue him. Then, the rest of us will surround the hideout, arresting everyone responsible. We'll question Roger later about what has happened to him." Everyone showed signs of approval.

"We'll need to plant some bugs around the hideout to carefully observe the members and start assigning roles from there. Gevanni will do that, and maybe you can get Matt to help too." Stated Near.

"I'll ask Matt." You say.

"Right now, we should focus on pinpointing the location." 

"Well yeah, the plan heavily relies on the hideout's location."

For the rest of the day, the investigation team spent their time desperately searching for the location, until it was time to leave, and continue on with your evening routine:

1. Start motorcycle, ride home.

2. Discuss case with Mello and Matt (The FBI has already found the location and Matt has agreed to help.)

3. Eat last night's leftover pizza.

4. Throw out Matt's cigarettes with Mello.

5. Hide Mello's chocolate stash, with Matt-not a good idea.

6. Had to deal with Mello rampaging; had to surrender chocolate stash.

The three of you have collapsed on the couch, exhausted beyond imagination.

"I hate you guys." Mello said, panting.

"You're going to get diabetes soon, if this keeps up." Matt shot back.

"Well L ate all those sweets and he never had diabetes." Mello argued.

"Well, he's L." You stated.

"Whatever it is, we'll never know his secrets." Matt concluded.

You and Mello both nodded in agreement.