A/N;

So here we are, the final chapter of Death Note Alphabet. There is not much I can say here except thank you. Thank you to everyone who reviewed, to everyone who put this story on alert, to everyone who put this story as one of their favourites. I never expected this story to get such acclaim and attention, I really didn't. Your support and continued enjoyment of this story has meant so much to me.

Most of all my thanks go to my beta VirtualDraconium, who coped extremely well with all my inane ramblings at all hours of the day (honestly) about this story… and coped with all my grievous grammar mistakes.

Oh dear, I sound like an actor accepting an award. I shall stop now.

I shall only say that I hope this chapter pleases you, and please review.

Thank you.

*bows*


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An Epilogue of Sorts

Matt and Mello pounded across the bridge, ignoring the pain burning through their legs as they ran. Both had heard the scream as they worked on their case, both knew what the only explanation was. They ran through the house and grounds searching desperately for Light. They both knew they had to get to him quickly, there was little knowing what Light would do in his current state.

"There's no sign of either of them" Matt gasped; moving to shine a flashlight through the trees, searching for any shadows resembling a human form. There was none.

Matt and Mello moved back towards the bridge, both noticing at the same time just what was missing.

"Dear Lord, the boat," Mello groaned, shifting his torch out over the water. In seconds he had found what he was looking for. He and Matt let out small sobs of their own, it was clear even from this distance that there would not be one funeral, there would be two.

Slowly they crossed the bridge to get the other boat and bring their friends back to the shore. They met the others rushing in the opposite direction.

"Is it what we feared?" Near whispered, his eyes wide.

"Yes," Mello whispered, tears evident on his cheeks, "and we think Light went as well." Mello gestured across the water towards the drifting boat.

Near gave a small sob as his eyes focused on the illuminated boat. Matsuda crumpled to his knees staring dumbly at the wood of the bridge.

In Light's pocket they found a handwritten note, the page was tear stained, the hand shaky.

Dear L,

I know you will never read this, but I had to confess to you somehow. I do not intend to continue this life without you. I am only alive because of you, without you the world loses all meaning. My strength stems from you and the knowledge that you above everyone was able to see the good that remained within me and the strength to set that goodness free. Every day I try to thank you in some way for the gifts you have given me.

You gave me yourself, you gave me back myself and you gave me back my hope.

I hope you forgive me for my weakness in wanting to join you at the end, instead of choosing the greater burden of life. This is perhaps the only argument you could never hope to win. So each day that passes now is equal for the both of us. We have all eternity together now because to me there is nothing beyond us any more.

To you with all my love,

Light

No-one could bear the thought that underneath all those smiled assurances and well laid plans, Light had meant none of it. Light had already decided to follow L and no longer cared for the future.

The joint funeral was attended by hundreds if not thousands of people. All the old students and teachers had been invited. Not a single person had turned down the invitation. It was a heart-wrenching sight to see so many people gathered to honour L and Light. Their closest of friends managing to joke that Light would think it only proper, while L would think it absurd and try to hide behind Light.

Only the four who had been the fallen duo's closest family remained long after the service. Mello, Matt, Matsuda and Near stood round the double grave. None of them knew what to say. L and Light had been the glue had kept them all together, had brought so much joy and change into their lives.

"It's a lovely epitaph," Near whispered finally, "I am sure they would approve. They were both closet romantics after all." He forced a smile.

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L and Light Lawliet-Yagami

Together in Death as they were in life. May their love shine as a beacon of hope to all who knew them.

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Mello came over and hugged Near slightly.

"Will you be alright?" Mello asked, he didn't want to leave Near alone at Wammy's if the man showed any signs of needing his and Matt's presence.

"Yes I think so," Near whispered, "I mean they are not truly gone if we remember them are they?"

"I didn't know you could be so soppy," Mello said, smiling back at him.

Mello choked as he opened L's will in the presence of a lawyer. If Light's letter to L had moved his very soul then the opening statement of L's will chilled him to his core.

To my husband Light I leave everything, but the likelihood that you are still present in this life is beyond my ability to calculate. I fear you have followed me into death, and if you have Light I forgive you. If you have not then I congratulate you for having the strength to carry on. In either case I know that in the end we will be together. Have no fear in that.

Mello stood and strode from the room. He couldn't cope any longer. The heartfelt words and confessions of two people who had been so contained in their feelings around others broke his heart.

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It was two days later that Matt and Mello went down to the vault as they remembered the Death Note. They had decided to incinerate the notebook so it posed no threat to anyone ever again.

Hurriedly they went through the security checks; finally reaching the inner sanctum.

As they approached the pillar containing the Death Note they took a moment to compose themselves, before entering the final codes.

They stared in at the pedestal, both in shock over what they saw.

There was no Death Note. There, in the sharp fluorescent light, stood an apple core. The bright red skin glowing slightly round the stem.

They thought vaguely that they could hear the quiet sounds of distant raucous laughter, but later they believed it to only be their imagination.

One thing was certain though; the shinigami Ryuk had reclaimed the Death Note. Who knew when he would become bored once more, or would simply crave more apples…

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Light felt. He had… an awareness…

He knew he had died, but somehow he realised he was still here. He felt at peace.

He knew he had no body, that there was nothing surrounding what constituted himself; he knew this almost immediately and instinctively. But he still felt calm and happy. He would have been smiling if he'd had the capacity; all that was missing was L, but he had his memories; more than he had ever expected. That seemed to be the most important thing right now. Whenever 'now' was. He knew Ryuk had lied once more to him; nothingness was not what he had imagined.

He felt something shift, as if another person was there with him; surely that was an impossibility? A forceful presence, a searching presence, yet so benign, he knew then he was not alone.

Light!

The exclamation rippled through him and he knew he had been found, found by the one person he loved the most. He shifted his attention towards this feeling and the two mentalities merged and joined, their memories swirling around each other, feelings intermingling.

Light, you idiot. The thought was harsh but tinged with love.

I couldn't leave you. Light managed.

Their thoughts and memories of the life they had left behind began to fade, until all that remained was the perception of each other and a feeling of complete and absolute contentment, tinged only rarely by flashes of humour and ecstasy. They had each other, that truly was all they needed or desired.

Time journeyed on, centuries turning into eons, until finally countless infinites had passed by, the planet they had once called home merely a rumour out among the fading stars. They were unaware of it all, their dual existence, their parallel love was all that eventually remained. A small glimmer of shining brilliance in the depths of space.