Chapter 1

Light reflected down two amber eyes that were clad in running eyeliner, dripping down the girl's chin and trailing down into her lap.

She missed her parents. She couldn't help but to let revenge be the very oil that fuels the fire within her.

That sick bastard didn't have to kill her parents. Why her parents? Why her? Why does she have to be here, sitting in front of a strange, slouching man who knows nothing of what eye contact truly is. She could feel his wide, dark eyes looking her up and down, deducing her every feature only to interrogate her with even more questions.

"Miss Amane… How tall was the suspect?"

She scoffed at such a stupid question, choking out an answer through tears. "Hell if I know. Average? Tall? I don't know."

He just nodded in return, inching a cup of coffee towards her. She looked down at it and furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. She assumed he was offering her a warm drink to make her feel better, so she took it and lapped up a sip. It was sickeningly sweet, but the way he looked at her while she drank was sweet and inviting, so she just choked down the beverage and set the cup down. He was still grinning at her.

"Hair colour?"

"Dark brown."

"Facial hair?"

"Stubble."

"Age?"

"My parents age, I think?"

"At least you're an adult. You're not dependant on them, yes?"

"Hey! What kind of moron question is that?! They're still my parents, Ryuzaki! The sick fuck took my brother, too. "

"I know. But at least you can make it in this world, Miss Amane. I know you can. Where are you staying now?"

"A hotel. Why?"

He ignored her question and pulled up his laptop, gesturing to her to come closer. "You validated my assumption."

"What?"

"The description of the man fit the suspects of the killer, Misa." He smiled and looked at her, turning his screen to her to show what looked like the suspects in captivity. "Come with me. I want you to confirm the killer." He got up and opened the door and Misa followed along him.

He took her to a jail cell in which she saw about 7 men, all around the same age and size. They looked scared and depressed, like chickens in a chicken coop.

L put his hand on the leather sleeve of her shoulder, leaning to her height. "Which one is it?"

Misa shifted her eyes at each face as they lined up and gave each a good look. It didn't take long till she saw the face of the man who killed her family and left her depressed and festering in revenge-thirsty despair. She sheepishly pointed at his face, softly whispering to the tall, pale detective. "That one… He was a co-worker, too… Of my mother."

L looked down at her with a small grin that complimented his innocent, round eyes well. "So, it is Lind. D Tailor?" The fact that he was right again was all pleasing to his ego.

"Yes. Yes, I wouldn't forget that face." She choked out, fear clearly filling her eyes as she saw the face of the man who slaughtered her family. The horrifying memory re-played in her mind, causing her stomach to churn and her eyes to wince in disgust. She remembers hiding in her room, looking out of the crack of her door, down the stairs at the killer like a cat hiding in a tree. She wanted to help, she really did, but she was powerless to do so. She felt even more vulnerable when she saw her mother fighting back with the fierce attitude of a lioness ready to attack, shielding her younger brother. She clawed and cut him up with her kitchen knives, but it was all for nothing. He shot her in the head and the very bullet that shot through her mother shot through her brother, too. She recalled her father trying to sneak up on the monster, too. He turned around and shot him thrice. She would help. She'd do anything to save them, but h'd just kill her, too.

"It's him." she sniffled out, curling up her posture and growing closer to the detective's frail form, hugging to him for comfort.

"Are you sure, Miss Amane?"

"Yes! Damn it, yes it's obviously him! Do you think I wouldn't remember the face of the man who ruined my life, you idiot?!" She hissed back. Her outburst wasn't out of malintent towards Ryuzaki, but out of frustration and fear. She was still hugging onto him as if her life depended on it, nestling her face into his chest. "Get him out of my sight. I don't want to see him anymore."

The two were back in the lounge that she was interrogated in, facing each other from across the coffee table. He was grinning at her with an aura of satisfaction. "The case is closed. Lind D. Tailor is serving his time in prison, Miss Amane. Thank you for your cooperation."

Her eyes rolled up from the view of the floor to meet his stare as she thought of what to say about the matter. "Death sentence, too?"

"It's only justice, is it not?"

She smiled at him with her teary eyes and sweet red lips forming the first smile she gave in a month. "Really? Really?!"

"Yes, really. His last day is on the 21st of May."

He gasped as her body slumped onto his, hugging him tightly, showing each and every bit of gratitude she could give. "Thank you! Thank you, Ryuzaki." A large, sticky, red mark that smelt of strawberries was left on his cheek from the big kiss he was given, causing his face to turn pink from surprise.

"I owe you, Ryuzaki. I don't know how I could replay you. Thank you."

After he processed the fact that he was, indeed, being tightly embraced by the pretty young model that was Misa Amane, he relaxed his body and let get continue the hug, getting slightly annoyed by the stickiness of all of the red kiss marks she left on his forehead and cheeks from showing how grateful she was. He smirked and grabbed her by the waist, placing her off of him and to his left. "I'm just doing my job, Miss Amane."

"I know! But still, how can I ever repay you, Ryuu?" She asked, grabbing onto his arm and looking up at him with eyes that just begged to please.