Chapter Text
Soichiro Yagami did not know why he had been summoned back to HQ not two hours after he had left, perhaps whoever was to handle L's funeral wanted him to say a few words?
He could do that much, Light's own funeral had been a small but somber affair, neither his wife or daughter knowing the truth of why their beloved son and brother was buried six feet under, just believing him to be another victim of Kira, and in a way, he was, the true first victim.
Now L was dead too, two young men struck down by the evil of the Death Note, a Shinigami's cruel game.
Another funeral far too close together that Soichiro would force himself to stand tall at, to support any other guests and offer his peace.
What could he even say? He had not known L all that well, true he tried to treat him no differently than his own son, making sure he was covered with a blanket when the detective had fallen asleep working, no different from when he had done the same for Light when he had dozed off after attempting an all-nighter for a test.
Both had the same look of childlike calm, sleep affording them a break from all the waking world's problems, minds at ease in dreams...
To have such innocent moments bac-
"Pardon me!" came a voice as a woman dressed as a paramedic ran by into another room leaving Soichiro confused.
What was that about?
"Are you Soichiro Yagami?" came a man's voice from behind making the police chief turn around to face a man about his height, he looked to be about thirty, with slightly messy black hair and was dressed in a suit.
"Yes, who might you be?"
"Hideaki Suruga, I'm FBI!" said the man, now named, with a bit more dramatics than Soichiro felt was necessary "I am here to take you to see L, he is very weak and unwell right now, but he requested your presence before he fainted."
Sochiro nearly fainted himself with this news.
L was still alive?!