Author's Note: Uh...okay...um...well...this is my first time actually posting something on ff, even though I've been planning to do so for a long time now. It pretty much is kind of a one-shot, but I'd be happy to continue this...that is, if anyone wants me too. Right now, I have no motivation whatsoever... :/ ...and I forgot what I was going to write in this note, so...I doubt that anyone will read this fic, much less review it... Oh, and tell me if I should change the rating : )

Disclaimer: You know, there is a reason why I'm writing fanfiction.

Part 1: L/Ryuuzaki

I shifted my weight around on the computer chair, before I was hit with an idea. Propping my legs up, I ended up in a crouch, and adjusted my knees so that they were drawn up to my chest, almost protectively. Yes! I am L no. II! Those were my thoughts before I fell over. Backwards. I sat up from where I was on the floor, rubbing my head and whimpering pitifully. Okay, that failed.

"Uh...K...are you sure you're not tired...?" I blinked drowsily. "Yeeaaah." Damn. That wasn't meant to come out as a slur. I shifted my gaze to the computer screen, where I stared the all-too-handy time. It...was only...2...a.m...My random-friend-that-was-actually-fan-fodder looked at me worriedly. My shoulders slumped as my head fell forward, right into the computer desk. "Owieeesss," I whined.

I dropped two more sugar cubes into my tea determinedly. Okay...I think that's enough. I raised the cup to my lips, taking a big gulp of the sweetened liquid...only to spit it out again. I choked on air as I tried to get rid of the taste in my mouth. That...was...foul! I wonder how the hell L could stand it. I stared gloomily at the cup of tea, willing it to turn sugar-free again.

"Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, " I cringed with every step I took. The (many, many) people I passed stared at the barefooted girl saying 'ow'. Don't...worry...only...about...3 more kilometres. "ARGH! #&*#$%^*($^%^&%&*#$*$!^&^&*#$&^%*$#^&%$$%^!" I had just stepped on this egg sized, super sharp rock. "You know, L did wear flip-flops. He didn't go around barefoot," A random passerby commented. I gaped after him. I went through all that trouble just to find out I wasn't actually imitating L? I chased after the male with an angry roar.

I frowned at the mirror thoughtfully. My shoulder length hair was inky black, perfect for what I'm going to do.

-an hour later-

I had just finished applying my black eyeliner when my little brother walked in. He gasped and backed away, pointing a finger at me accusingly. "You just want to become emo 'cause you think it will make Sasuke like you more!" I screamed at him, launching a hairbrush ferociously his way. "I did not become emo! And it's not for Sasuke! So shut up!" My mum walked in just then. Her eyes widened, a hand going shakily over her mouth. She rushed towards towards me, cradling me in her arms. "Oh, my little daughter, don't worry, your time of trauma is just natural. I love you, so it doesn't matter if anyone else doesn't. Oh, my little baby, I knew you were just so fragile from the second you were born-" " THAT'S IT! I KNOW OFFICIALLY HATE YOU L!"

Author's Note: Weeeell, that kind of sucked. I fail at humour : ( And my brother (and cousin!) really do think I'm a Sasuke fangirl. It's a shame.