This is my first fanfic under this account, so I hope all of you like it!

Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note or any of its characters. The only character that is mine is Tzuri.


"I'm going out," I proclaimed louder than necessary, lacing my red Converse up over my ankles. "Don't wait up for me if I'm a little late, okay?"

When I didn't hear a response from him, I looked up for one, and only saw him crouching in the chair his usual way, typing with only his pointer fingers at his computer like there was no tomorrow, I sighed, closed my laptop, got up from the couch and lightly tapped him on his bony shoulder.

My brother turned to stare at me, his pale face blunt, contrasted by his jet-black, flyaway hair, and his dark, somewhat emotionless brown eyes with the lack-of-sleep bags under them a bit annoyed by my interruption. "What?"

My hand moved from his shoulder to my hip, my eyebrows began to rise on my forehead. "Didn't you hear what I said?"

"Yes," he shrugged, slipping his hands and fingers from the keyboard and placing them square on the knees of his baggy, wrinkled jeans. "What of it?"

"Well, it'd be nice if I could hear a response so I know I'm not talking to an imaginary turkey named Bill."

His head cocked the slightest, his voice a bit amused. "I'm an imaginary turkey named Bill?"

I thrust my hands into my pockets and hunched over in irritation, looking not unlike him whenever he stood and walked around. Genetics. "You know what I mean."

"Maybe I do, or maybe not. You can be so imprecise sometimes, you know. " He turned back to the computer and began typing again, pausing every so often to take a few bites from a piece of cake that I hadn't noticed before.

With that comment, I made an inward cry of exasperation and decided to get right to my point, saving my sanity from cracking. "We're low on stuff again, L." I started, making sure to breathe. "Pocky and strawberries and other things you like. I would've order room service," I added, remembering that we were in a hotel. "But as you know we can't be too careful since this case started. Well, actually, we can never be careful. We never know who may be listening or watching. Right?"

L turned back around again, crawled up from his chair, scratched his head, the sleeve of his wrinkled, oversized, white shirt going up to his forearm, revealing the pale white skin and fine bones of his wrist, and rubbed his ankle with the opposite bare foot. He crossed the floor over to me with a rare look of approval clearly written on his face. "I guess I taught you well about being cautious, Tzuri. But rest assured there aren't any surveillance cameras or wire taps in here. I checked the room myself last night."

"You're positive?" Even though my big brother was the world's top detective, one could never be too careful about wire taps and cameras. And I was absolutely paranoid about the things.

"Yes," L insisted simply as he went back to the computer. "Now stop worrying so much."

I shrugged and scratched the back of my neck. "Sorry. You know that's a bad habit of mine."

"I do. You should stop."

"Easier said than done," I turned and began to walk towards the door, not wanting to get too in-depth with this conversation and forget my mission for Pocky. "But like I said: don't wait up for me if I'm a bit late. We need some serious restocking."

When I was about to put my hand on the doorknob, though, I glanced back to look at my brother sitting his usual way, half-working, half-munching on cake and gave a small smile in his direction. He was so cute sometimes. With that in mind, I casually strolled over to where he was sitting, stood beside him, and when he looked at me with curiosity I threw my arms around his neck in a hug then planted the lightest kiss on his cheek.

Under my touch, L's body stiffened so he felt and looked like a marble statue, which I knew was more surprise than anger, annoyance, irritation, or anything else by the way his eyes widened and his mouth opened by a fragment of an inch for only a second, then slowly faded back into his normal expression. It was his normal reaction.

I gave a quiet giggle, pulled back, and then gave him my cute 'I'm-your-little-sister-you-can't-resist-me' smile, just to make sure that if L was angry, his temper would subside when he saw my face. "I'll remember to get a cheesecake, too, okay?"

His eyes narrowed and bored into mine with a serious light. "With cherries?"

Now my eyes narrowed and bored into his with a serious light. "Fresh cherries."

"Fine," L concluded, plucking up a strawberry that topped the cake with his fork and examining it. "If you promise to at least try to get a cheesecake with fresh cherries, I'll give you this strawberry."

Ooh. The passing of the strawberry. A rare and sacred ritual when coming from my brother. If you turned it down, you were eternally shunned, but if you accepted it you had to do exactly as he told you to do, if it was a bribe. He trusted anyone who he passed the strawberry to, so it was a great honor. Not that he hadn't given me the strawberry before, but still…it felt good that he trusted me.

"OK, I promise," I replied. "But I wouldn't worry about the cherries. There's a great place not too far from here where I can get everything."

"Good." He dropped the strawberry into my waiting palm.

"Well, I guess I'd better get going, then, before the school masses arrive."

"It's likely that forty-five percent are already out."

"Oh, crap!" With that, I popped the strawberry in my mouth, jogged over to the couch, grabbed my wallet, and ran out the door. "See ya, Ryuuzaki!" I called out before slamming the door behind me, remembering to use L's alias when there were people nearby and in an earshot.

When I had gotten out of the hotel, my run turned into a normal walk, not really wanting to make a scene in the public eye. It was a beautiful day outside. It was cool, clear, and the slightest breeze tousled my loose hair and made it dance around my face. I could feel the wind whistle through the trees and in my ears as I strolled through the park that led to all the little shops and markets.

I spotted a group of boisterous, tough-looking guys not much older than my fourteen years sitting and hanging out on a bench and the short wall around the bench, all of them laughing and joking about probably something stupid and immature. When I glanced at them as I passed, they stopped and began looking at me up and down, then looking at each other with idiotic grins on their faces and wolf-whistling softly. Their comments were only uttered amongst themselves, but I could hear them perfectly. Too bad for them that my hearing was sixty-nine percent better than the average citizen. Perverts. I had a feeling that this wouldn't be the last I saw of them. And they didn't want my wallet, either. And they wouldn't want the cheesecake.


Chapter Two should be up soon! Please R&R! And no flames, pretty pleeeeeeeease!