Unthinkable Secrets

A/N: I know that I haven't been updating a lot of my stories recently, but I've had this idea stuck in my head for so long that I had to write it in a notebook and type and post it. I hope you like it! Wish me luck because I think it sucks…

Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note, but don't I wish I did… BREAKING NEWS! Light Yagami just found out that Justin Bieber copied his hairstyle. Justin, you have 40 seconds left to live. Sucks to be you.

Chapter 1: Murder on the Sidewalk

Alex's POV (By the way, Alex is a girl.)

I shivered as I made my way along the crowded street, books in tow. It was a normal Saturday for winter; people rushing through the snow-filled sidewalks, trying to get to their destination and become warm again in a furnace-heated building. I was on my way back from the library after picking out a couple books that seemed interesting.

This was a typical Saturday for me; I had a little too much time on my hands, so every weekend I would go to the library because I had nothing else to do. This afternoon, I just didn't feel like spending time alone in my quiet, empty apartment, so instead I headed to a cozy yet crowded café.

I shifted my heavy bag from shoulder to shoulder while waiting in the long line. I ordered my coffee and pastry and stood at the bar, people-watching as I always did. When my order was ready, I picked up my drink and pastry bag in black gloved hands that matched my knee-length black trench coat, hoping beyond hope that I didn't spill anything on anyone.

I'm a total klutz; I trip on air sometimes. So of course, even though I ever-so-carefully turned around, some stupid chubby lady with an even chubbier purse decided to bump into me, sending me flying into the side of an innocent bystander. I let out a small, "Oh!" of surprise as I rammed into them, and whoever it was responded by gripping me tightly by the elbow in their gloved hand.

Irritated by the woman and terrified by the person's vice on my arm, I looked up. And almost dropped everything that was in my hands. A tall, skinny man with a blonde bob wearing tight black leather jeans, black combat boots, and a big cloth jacket with a soft-looking fur hood glared back at me. Anyone could tell that underneath all of the clothing, the man was strong and lithe.

The most shocking thing about him, though, was his face. He was golden; literally. The man (I say man but he couldn't have been any older than my 20 years of age.) was a beautiful bronze-ish tan color even though it was October and snowing heavily. [A/N: I don't know where this story is taking place. I guess anywhere it snows in October… I KNOW! Maybe CANADA! Except for the fact that Justin Bieber came from there…] He had thin, pale pink lips, a slightly upturned nose, and piercing blue eyes.

The man's face would've been a picture of perfection if it hadn't been marred by the shiny pink scar on the right side of his face that started at his cheekbone and extended all the way down to his jaw. Oh, that and the fact that his intelligent blue eyes were glittering with hate and malice. Somebody hadn't stared at me like that since… I almost started to shake with fear similar to how I used to, but then got a grip on myself.

"I- I'm sorry," I stammered, a little shocked and more than afraid by his strong negative reaction. What was his problem?

The man glared into my eyes and hissed, "Don't let it happen again," before releasing my elbow and turning away. I swallowed down the tears hurriedly building up in my throat as I quickly made my way to an empty table in the corner which was as far away as I could get from the terrifying blonde man. I really wish I hadn't come.

I took out a book and pretended to read it whilst drinking my coffee and eating my pastry, all the while being distracted by the thought of the scary guy that was all the way across the shop. I kept my head down and glanced up subtly to study the intriguing blonde from my secluded corner.

It appeared as if he was with a red-haired man who was just as handsome as he was. The red-head wore a black and white long-sleeved shirt under a tan, fur-lined vest. It looked like he was either wearing sneakers or boots under his long, faded blue jeans. Orange goggles rested on the top of his head like sunglasses were used to accessorize a girl's hair.

I couldn't see the red-head's face from where I was sitting, but I could tell that he was immersed in something he was holding in his hands. It looked like a video game because he was tapping away at it so quickly that there was no way it was a cell-phone. Considering my coordination, I didn't think there was any way that my fingers could move even half as fast as his.

The blonde and the red-head exchanged words, and the blonde became irritated. The pair got out of line and walked to the middle of the café, scanning the inside. I dropped my head and started picking at my scone as the blonde looked my way. I peered at the two through my lashed, and I could have sworn they were walking toward my table.

I began to panic. I was positively frightened that the blonde was coming to chew me out. I had dealt with being chewed out for years as a child without defending myself, and that led me to dread confrontation. More than that, I was afraid that I would start crying and embarrass myself in front of complete strangers.

My mind was whirling as they stopped beside my table. What did they want from me? I pretended that I didn't see them and continued to pick at my food. Maybe if I ignored them, they'd go away…

"Excuse me, miss?" a smooth voice asked. I acted as if I took no notice of the intonation, but then I felt a hand on my shoulder. I immediately stiffened and sat straight up in my seat. I get a little paranoid when unfamiliar people touch my hair, neck, or shoulders. Like that saying goes… "Over 90% of rapes start with a hand on the shoulder." This stranger had just invaded my personal space, and I was not comfortable.

I looked upwards at the two men, and the blonde immediately scowled in response. The red-head, however, was so intent on his game that I still couldn't really see his face. The gamer kicked the blonde's boot, saying, "You know what to do."

At this, the blonde beauty sighed and looked up at the ceiling, his voice monotonous as he said, "I am sorry that I was so rude to you. Please forgive me."

Was this some kind of joke? Did this guy really think that I was just going to accept his apology that wasn't even sincere? I don't think so. I pulled my wavy black hair into a messy bun at the back of my neck before standing and gathering my things. I glanced at the pair coolly and with superiority, even though I had to look because I was just a bit shorter than them. I brushed past the two and headed for the door when a hand grasping my forearm stopped me. I turned, once again, to meet the angry eyes of the blonde, but this time I wasn't scared.

"I said I was sorry," he growled through clenched teeth. The red-head was behind the blonde, still clicking away at his game.

"Yeah," I replied with a sarcastic tone of voice, "And would it kill you to actually sound genuine and do it on your own instead of a friend forcing you?" The blonde was glaring at me silently, so I added snippily, "Didn't think so."

For the first time, the red-head looked up from his video game, assessing the situation. He closed what looked like a DSI and shoved it in his coat pocket. He was a bit paler than the blonde, but just as handsome with eyes as rich as melted milk chocolate.

"Mello," he warned, putting his hand on the blonde's shoulder. The fuming Mello let go of me, and I could feel the cold blood rush through my arm. He had been clutching me so tightly that I was most likely going to have a bruise where his hand used to be. I pressed my lips together tightly in disdain and threw my now cold coffee and pastry into the trash can, heading out onto the freezing street where it had begun to snow.

My breath came out as little white puffs of air, and I hugged myself, trying to keep warm as I thought of Mello and his friend. They were certainly odd, and Mello was definitely rude, but nowadays, who wasn't?

I stopped at the edge of the sidewalk on the intersection, making sure that no cars were coming before I decided to cross the road. I stepped out onto the asphalt and began to walk across when I heard a screech and the sound of an accelerator. I turned in the middle of the street to find that a hug pick-up truck was barreling right for me. It was moving so fast that I wouldn't even have time to take a step before it hit me.

Simultaneously I felt a sudden warmth circle my waist and was yanked back. I squeezed my eyes shut as the truck rushed by. Fear swept through me as I realized two things- 1. This wasn't an accident. Somebody had been trying to kill me. 2. I was pressed against someone- the person who had saved my life.

End of Chapter 1

A/N: So what'd you think? Not the most exciting, I know, but I'm doing the best I can here. Hopefully I'll get Chapter 2 up soon. XD REVIEW PLEASE!