Ugh, I haven't posted or written anything in AGES...again, I lack inspiration and ideas. The only reason I wrote this is because I had an English exam the next day, so I needed to practice.

Ok, so this is my first shot at a Death Note fic. It's just a little practice piece and it's not supposed to fit into the storyline.

I still need to get around to writing a FMA fic too, but I guess that'll have to wait Dx

Disclaimer: I don't own Death note or its characters

The First Encounter

The figure was seated at the desk. Upon closer inspection, she saw that it was a man in his early 20's. She could not see his face, as he was preoccupied with something else – all she saw was his hair, jet black and tousled, yet somehow organised. He was fiddling with something in his hand and looking down at a small container. She continued to wait, watching him for a few more minutes, until he finally acknowledged her presence and looked up.

Almost instantly, his cold, blank gaze consumed her. His eyes were dark and seemed devoid of any emotion as they stared into hers. She froze.

"Ah, Naomi. Thank you for coming. Please, take a seat."

Cautiously, she walked over to the chair placed in front of his desk and sat down. She could see his face more clearly now – it was pale and chalky. He had bags under his eyes, giving him the appearance of someone who had not slept in days. She watched as he used the object in his hand, which she could now identify as a spoon, to scoop something that looked like ice-cream out of the container. He brought the spoon to his mouth and was about to eat it, when he glanced at her instead and asked, "Would you like some?"

She started and shook her head rapidly. He shrugged in response and proceeded to place the spoon in his mouth.

After a while, he took out the now-clean spoon and placed it in the bowl. He then turned to her and said, "You should try peach-flavoured ice-cream some time – it's quite refreshing."

She shook her head again and cleared her throat. "Um…are you…him? I mean…seriously?"

He regarded her again with the same look, only this time it was one of questioning. A few awkward moments passed before he said "…huh."

"What I meant is…are you really L?"

He paused for a moment and then, a small smile appeared on his face.

"Yes. Don't worry, I get that a lot."

She breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank goodness…for a second I was afraid I had the wrong person…"

His grin vanished as quickly as it had appeared. He stood up and walked around the room once. She noticed what he was wearing – a plain white shirt, baggy and full sleeved, along with a pair of equally dishevelled faded blue jeans. After he had circled the small room, he walked over to his chair, but instead of sitting down, stood behind it.

"Now, why did you want to see me?"