A/N: A new story! Yay! Anyways, continue reading, I hope you enjoy it :)

Disclaimer: I don't own anything from DeathNote...*tear*

Chapter 1

An unusual meeting

Untied shoes pounded down the asphalt, slugging amongst the road. They seemed to drag along, not willing to actually lift off the ground and keep a steady past. They were molded with dirt and earth; worn and tired, but had a slight feel to them. It was obvious these shoes had been kept for years.

The carrier of the shoes was hunched over, hands thrust into oversized pockets, and a simple lollipop dangling from its mouth. He was off in his own world, oblivious to the world around him, and only looking up on mere occasion. A jogger ran by him, took one look, and glanced away.

L Lawliet, that was his real name, though no one knew. No one except his caretaker, and loyal friend. He called himself Ryuzaki, and only showed his face on special occasion. He was the world's greatest detective, and he was only twenty-four. Looking at him, you would never believe this man could solve any case.

His hair was a dark black and unruly, sticking up in every direction. It hung around his face, and covered half of his eyes. His eyes matched his hair, a deep chocolate brown, and were set wide and alert. His skin was pale from lack of sun, and his lips were colored blue from his lollipop.

A white shirt covered his torso and hung limp around his body. Jeans, three sizes too big, hung from his waist, and bundled around his shoes. The pockets were filled to the brim with all sorts of candies, and the area around the knees was worn, and rugged.

Walking up the bus stop, L stopped, and leaned against the side wall of the building. If his deductions were right, the bus would come along within three minutes. He paused briefly and let his thoughts shift. He was slightly miffed at the fact Watari had all but pushed his out of the hotel, telling him to get some free time before he started the Kira case.

In his mind, he knew this would be almost the last time he would be out of his secret dwellings until he finished the case. He couldn't risk his face being seen by Kira, so he had to remain inside. His freedom was being pulled away as he began this case, but he didn't care. He never really went out anyways.

Two minutes and forty seconds passed by, and the big, grey bus pulled to a stop. The people that had been sitting at the bench stood up and jumped into the bus, leaving L to follow. He hopped onto the bus and threw some tokens into the slot. His black eyes shot up, looking for an empty seat.

Seeing none, but one seat in the middle, he had no choice but to sit down. As soon as he was placed on the seat, his legs were drawn up to his chest, and his hands rested on his knees. A few people around him took in his odd seating, raising an eyebrow. Ignoring their gazes, L stared straight ahead.

"Hello!"

L nearly jumped in surprise, biting down hard of his lollipop. It cracked in half and a rough piece slid down his throat, scratching the sides. His eyes watered from the itchiness and pain, and he swallowed once more, soothing his hoarse throat. Blinking a few times to rid the excess water, he turned his head to put a face to the voice that had just greeted him.

A female. His assumptions were right. He had deduced from the high pitched, B-toned voice that it was indeed a person within the feminine gender. The word had came out smoothly and perfectly, opposite of a rough, coarse voice that usually belong to men. He also speculated that she was rather young, around nineteen or twenty considering the light tone she used.

His judgment had been right. She was mere girl, hardly an adult, with a childish smile on her kind face. Her cheeks were a light rosy red blending in with her light auburn hair. Her cream-colored skin sparkled in the setting sun, making her seem angelic. Her eyes were almond-shaped with a beautiful twist at the end, proving her Japanese heritage and were a

Warm cinnamon color.

"Are you okay?" Her voice woke him out of his stupor. He had been to fascinate with examining her closely that he had forgotten she had even muttered a word to him. Breathing in quickly (which caused him to catch her scent), he found his mouth watering at the smell of sugar and icing.

"Excuse me?" He said, not understanding what she was asking of him. He wasn't all too good with social conversations.

"Well, you look a bit melancholy. I just wanted to make sure you were okay." She explained a gentle look in her eyes. L's face hardly changed as he calculated this girl's actions. She seemed as if she almost cared for him, which was thirty-four point five percent accurate, or she was trying to make small talk.

"Hmm, well I suppose my mental state has been decreasing in happiness for quite awhile, if that's what you were asking." L responded, speaking the truth. Even as he openly talked about his feelings, his face remained blank, hiding his true emotions.

"That's not good." The girl frowned.

"And why is that?" L asked, he had already made an assumption on what her next response would be, and was merely continuing this conversation to work on his judgment of human responses and nature. His hands gripped onto his knees a bit tighter as he waited for the pretty girl to answer.

"What's making you so sad?" She questioned, ignoring his own.

"Well, if I told you, I'd have to kill you." L said quite seriously. The girl sat back and smiled as if he just proved her theories. L's lips turned down a bit as he watched her closely. For all he knew, she could be Kira, but for some reason she look awfully familiar.

The bus came to a stop, and passengers exited, including L. He paid the girl no attention he stepped off the bus, her last response of a good-bye forgotten and unheard. He didn't look back as he walked away, and he was sure he would never see her again. He walked down the street, his thoughts empty of her. She was just another thought lost in the memory of L Lawliet, world's greatest detective.

Ryuzaki snapped Matsuda's phone shut, and set it down on the desk, bringing his thumb back to his mouth. His eyes were wide with shock, but he couldn't say he was surprised. The task force stared at their leader with eyes full of anticipation and nervousness. Matsuda slipped his hand on the desk and grabbed the phone, shutting it off, and pushing it in his pocket.

"Yagami-san, there's no way of tracing a cell phone if it's turned off, is there?" Ryuzaki asked, breaking the silence.

"No…" Yagami answered, his voice laced with confusion. Ryuzaki remained silent for a second before explaining.

"When Raye Penber entered Japan, his fiancée was with him. She was staying with his in his hotel…" He said, "And the day after Penber died, she went missing."

"Anybody would get depressed if her fiancé died. You don't think…." Matsuda trailed off. He had interrupted Ryuzaki in the middle of his explanation, irritating him to no end. It was one of his pet peeves.

"She killed herself…" Aizawa spoke up from behind Matsuda.

"No, the Naomi Misora I knew had great inner strength, and was an excellent FBI agent." Ryuzaki reasoned, "I think she'd try to go after Kira."

A moment of silence took over the room before Ryuzaki started his explanation once more.

"She was with Raye Penber…She might have known something." Ryuzaki stopped for a moment, and thought, "Haley Belle was the first person to receive the file Penber called him minutes before that. Belle then sent Penber the file right away….So the one who wanted the file could have been Penber…that's very significant."

"Then there's his unusual behavior on the Yamanote Line, and now his fiancée has gone missing…" Ryuzaki finished.

"There's something there…" Aizawa said from beside Yagami.

"Here's what we do, we're narrowing our investigation down to those Raye Penber was probing before December nineteenth, when Kira started conducting tests on prisoners." Ryuzaki said, "That's very few people."

"However….since it's quite possible that Kira is one of them, calling them in for questioning is not going to work. It's too dangerous." Ryuzaki deducted.

"Our focus will be two NPA personnel, and their families. Pender reported there were, "No grounds for suspicion", for any of them, but, never-the-less, inside those two homes we will place secret cameras and listening devices."

The task force didn't respond well with Ryuzaki's plans, but in the end, it was agreed that the bugs would be placed inside the homes. The excitement wore down, and the rest of the day was spent in silence. Matsuda, not being able to follow anything, moved onto checking news reports on the television. Yagami and Ryuzaki sat at the small coffee table and thought up a plan to enter the videos in the house, and the other checked over paperwork.

Matsuda, growing bored of listening to the weatherman, flipped through the channels, stopping occasionally on one he found interest on. Stopping on channel fifty-four, the music center, a man's voice project through the speakers, making half the task force jump in surprise.

"And now, at the top of the week, I present Miyu-Chan and her new single, Mystery man."

The taping moved off the well-groomed man and onto a pretty, young girl. With auburn hair and brown eyes, the girl began singing, her voice floated into the big hotel room, and Matsuda paused on the channel.

"You are that weird guy, oblivious to the stares.
That one guy who hasn't a care.
Your name?
That's the mystery.
No one has a clue,
except for me, and the fact,
I've fallen for you."

Ryuzaki looked up at the lighted screen, and his eyes went wide.

"Matsuda! Turn that off!" Yagami shouted at the younger man. Ryuzaki held up a hand, quieting him down.

"Hold on, Matsuda-San." He said, staring at the screen. He had seen this girl before, he was sure of it. He frowned staring at the TV, thinking hard about where he had met her. Those eyes, those coffee eyes, he had seen them somewhere, looked into them. The singing girl went into the next verse, and his memories suddenly were sent back to him.

"You pay me no attention,
As I talk to you on the bus.
You ignore my stares in your direction,
Now I'm making a fuss.You did my no harm,
Yet I felt pain.Your voice ran through me,
Like the blood in my veins."

The bus! Now he remembered. That was the girl from the bus. She wrote a song about him? He was confused. She couldn't possibly know who he was, there was no way. He hadn't given out anything to even indicate his profession. He held his breath as she continued singing.

"Oh, Mystery man, I've found you at last.
You're the detective, and I've fallen victim to you.
Oh, Mystery man, I know your name at last.
The beginning of love, with a sharp wit,Y
ou've taken thee."

His mind worked fast, putting together the lyrics. "You're the detective, and I've fallen victim to you.", if that didn't prove his theories, the next part did, "I know your name at last, the beginning of love, with a sharp wit." the beginning of love. L. L was the first letter in love. She knew who he was…how was that possible?

"Now I end my case, with one last thought:
We shall meet again, of that I'm sure.
Me and You, we're aren't that far,
Mystery Man, you know who you are."

She was right, Ryuzaki knew. They would definitely meet again, and he knew who she was talking about. His face took on a cool manner, but on the inside, he was screaming. Who could she know who he was? It wasn't possible. He whipped out his cell phone, and punched speed dial.

"Yes, Ryuzaki?" Watari asked, "What can I do for you?"

"Please kidnap Miyu-San, the teen idol, and hold her in captivity until I say otherwise." Ryuzaki spoke. Yagami's head shot up with mild anger in his eyes mixed with surprise.

"Understood, Ryuzaki." Watari responded, and with a good-bye, Ryuzaki shut the phone off. He placed it back in his pocket, and turned back towards the television. The face of Macy-Mae, the teen idol, stared back at him, a smile in her eyes. Her lips were turned up in a smirk, and Ryuzaki briefly wondered if she knew what he was doing at this moment. Shutting the TV off, he put his thumb in-between his teeth and looked at the task force.

Each face was filled with shock and confusion.

A/N: Meh...its kinda short, sorry.

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