S: ...L is a bastard, but not owned by those two girls, along with the rest of Death Note. They only own originals and the twists in the plot line.

L: ...I am not a bastard... am I? -Eats a donut.- All rights to the Death Note franchise belong to Tsugumi Ohba and Takeshi Obata... No copyright infringement is intended...-Blinks- Well, you are certainly careful.

In a well lit room, somewhere in a budget hotel, the TV flicked through channels of the news. Each one as equally depressing as the next, murder, rape, it didnt seem to end. A small scowl crossed feminine features as the TV was flickered off, with a sigh the female stood. She wore a simple pair of sweat pants and loose T-shirt, her ebony black hair pulled into a loose bun. She was quite pretty, high cheek bones, soft jaw line, black eyelashes and pink lips. Her eyes though were almost silver in color, the dullness giving her no life.

She managed to pull on a jacket before slipping outside, locking the door behind her as she skipped down the stairs and started down the side walk. The day was quite nice, but the sun was finally setting behind the horizon, she checked a thick watch on her wrist before quickening her pace. Within moments she slipped into a Pastry store, eyes trailed over doughnuts, cakes, cookies and all. She looked up to the man behind the counter and offered a half smile.

"Hot Chocolate, Vanilla ice cream and a chocolate cake with strawberries."

With her order set she went off to sit down, taking the farthest corner where no cameras or people could immediately spot her. She sat with her legs crossed, hands relaxed and in her lap. Not a worry in the world seem to cross her features, genuine happiness flickering when the hot cocoa was set in front of her. Lifting the hot mug she blew gently on it to cook off the top. Sipping silently, she glanced around and waited...as if she were waiting for someone.

Upside-down. Certainly a strange position to hang for most individuals. It seemed that the young man was completely unaffected by gravity, and blood rushing to the head, as he had been that way for the past fifteen minutes.

Lithe fingers plucked yet another sugar cube from the container to his left, and shadowed eyes stared transfixed at the laptop monitor. Several windows were open, various different reports about the serial murder spree shown, all seemingly written by the same person.

Popping the cube in his mouth and rolling it around, the individual simply known as 'L' narrowed his eyes. Certainly it was strange, as these reports came from five different precincts.

"Watari...I'm going out."

Hearing an affirmative from the elderly man, L flipped his feet over his head, coming to stand in one fluid movement. Slouching visibly, he had the thought he needed more sugar to think on this.

Deciding to visit his favorite pastry shoppe, the Prodigious Detective ambled to the door, hitting various security keys. He had already locked his laptop, and so, bare-footed and clad in a simple pair of jeans and a t-shirt, he left.

Perhaps he'd get those folded sweet pastries that came from the British Isles...Scones.

It didnt take long for the young woman to receive her cake and ice cream, when the waitress left in wonder of how this thin woman would handle so much sugar, she took her ice cream and scooped it up with a spoon; after a single bite the rest went straight on top of the cake. Using her fork, she picked up a strawberry and chewed on it silently. After a few bites, something interesting caught her sights. It was a man, around her age, who contrasted himself greatly. Nearly vampire white skin, pitch black eyes, ebony black hair to match and..

He was coming into the pastry store?

A sly smile reached her lips, she tilted her head to get a better look at him. Bare feet, baggy jean colored pants, and a wrinkled white shirt. He had a hunched back as well, as if he had always been that way. Her eyes silently trailed over him as she sipped her cocoa, letting it mix with the ice cream she had allowed to roll in her mouth for a few seconds. The sugar rush was already kicking in, and yet she didn't seem jittery, with her position set the young woman could easily watch him without being spotted. A favorite activity of hers, people watching, and she caught sight of the perfect specimen. There was a bit of reluctance calling him that, but she didnt call herself human. Humans had names to identify themselves with, family to go home too, and friends to hang out with. She was stripped from that as soon as she was born, did she hate the people who did it? No, in fact it gave her immense security; no criminal or crocked cop could find anything on her, except maybe a few videos of her that were absolutely useless. She had made sure of it. But back to the matter at hand, her grey eyes closed as she continued eating, wondering briefly what he would do. Another bite of cake was followed by a strawberry.

He had an agreement with the owner of the place. Normally, the middle aged woman refused any who hadn't a decent pair of shoes on their feet. She even scowled heavily at sandals. Her name was Maeko. Looking over the entire shoppe in one ocular sweep, L determined that Miss Maeko was not present today.

He also became aware, of a young woman hiding in the far corner that he usually sat in. Not giving any attention to anything around him, the plain looking young man padded up to the counter. And let loose an exasperated sigh.

It was Daisuke that was working the afternoon shift. Every time he and the man made eye contact, the imbecile would find someway to cause a fight in such a way, the Miss Maeko had no choice but to let it go.

It went to say that Daisuke always lost. And traditionally he lost quickly. As per expected, the fair haired male began giving L trouble. "You ain' wearin' shoes. You ain' welcome here."

The young detective gave the man a look that would fit the dictionary description of 'deadpan'. He didn't deem the statement worthy of reply. Instead he simply reached for a paper print-out that had on it a list of the most popular pastries, with the pastry of the month at the top. Turning, L began to walk away from the counter.

Glancing up and back, L knew what was to happen next. It never failed. Daisuke swiftly made his way around the counter, and attempted to grab the shoulder of L's shirt. "I said, you ain' welcome here!" Ah. So this is what it will be disguised as this time? A security effort? 'Very well then.'

Turning his upper body to evade the grabbing hand, L dropped into a sweep spin, aiming to catch the cashier off his feet. Though it was obvious he had pulled this trick one times too many, as Daisuke simply hopped over, and began to bend down and reach for the collar of the white tee.

Appearing as if he was bored out of his mind, L tipped sideways, and in an effortless movement shot his foot to connect vertically with Daisuke's face. Momentum spinning his frame to come to rest in a crouch facing the now face-down cashier, L bit the tip of his thumb, and asked, "Could I have three strawberry scones, and four chocolate marble cupcakes to begin with?" It was spoken as if nothing had taken place.

With this, L stood and made his way to the opposite corner of the young woman that seemed to find him intriguing.

Daisuke was a bit of a trouble maker, but he had a good heart. The only true flaws he had was a few speeding tickets trying to get to work. Yes, this young woman was definitely a investigator when it came to others that she deemed human. This young woman lofted a brow when the two men began fighting, grey eyes scanned the level of physical balance and quick reflex. He was well trained, that much was obvious, but that wasn't what made the young woman laugh, it was the strange young mans' comment following the fight. Her gentle laughter ringing in the air as she watched him go to the seat in the other corner, her eyes trailing over him one more time before returning to her full sized cake.

When the cashier past her, she glanced up to him and said quietly, her voice level. "Seems like even you need lessons in self defense, stick to being a cashier, I recommend that strongly." When a glare was sent her way, she merely smiled at him and ate some more strawberries. Glancing to L, she pulled out her phone and began searching through the files downloaded there. Though of course it just looked like she was playing around with it, texting and such.

Thankfully only one other individual was present. A shadow that Watari sent, to be sure. L climbed into the booth and sat on his heels, wondering why exactly the young woman found him so interesting. He looked down to his feet. Was it because he forwent wearing shoes?

These moments made it plain that L had no social skill. Waitress bringing a tray with his requested items, he observed her form for a split second before saying, "You might want to pull your skirt out." And immediately after, a scone was in his mouth.

Unconcerned whether or not the waitress fixed her problem, L had finished the first scone, and had started on the second. His shadowed hues watching the girl opposite fiddled with a phone. Suddenly, his own rang, and he pulled it from his pocket with his thumb and forefinger. "Yes?" Watari had uncovered a link that tied all reports together. "I see. I'll be home in a while." He wanted to finish his sweets.

He was very intriguing indeed, even the way he sat was interesting. She watched him for only a few more moments, before returning to her now half eaten cake. She noted of the phone call and placed it to memory. It may be useless, but she would figure that out later. Shifting in her seat, the grey eye beauty ordered another cup of hot chocolate and more strawberries, popping the last strawberry in her mouth, chewing silently as she flipped the phone shut.

Seems she got all of her information, and with a bowl of strawberries set next to her cake a smile came to her lips. She was almost tempted to sit with the man, but the game was so much more fun like this. Every person was like a puzzle, this one she was sure had more pieces to him. Licking off some ice cream from her fork, she began eating once again. The woman wondered briefly if he would leave first or would she? It wouldn't be a surprise if he left first, she always waited until the store cleared out of customers before going back for safety measures. Always careful, this one.

He may have been utterly terrible at social interaction, but he could read an individual with an ease most thought disturbing. Only rarely was he incorrect. It was clear to him the woman was interested, and he wondered why she didn't come up and ask, like most others did.

Having ordered a second serving of scones, along with a peanut butter malt, L devoured the last cupcake, and gave the woman a blank, yet pointed stare. As if to silently say, 'I know you are there, I know you've been staring.' He was creepy like that.

All the woman could honestly do was eat her cake and try to look as innocent as possible. It was when the young man gave her a pointed stare that she turned to glance back to him, as if to say back; 'Well what are you going to do about it?', the tiny smile that came to her lips was just to hold back the second fit of giggles that were trying desperately to escape.

She turned back to her hot cocoa, finding half of it gone already. With a troubled sigh, she took a few gulps before eating another strawberry. By this point, she had eaten at least three people's worth of cake and three cups of cocoa. Setting the fork down, she let the buzz of sugar and caffine take over as her mind went into a super-thinking machine. It usually ended with a headache, but at least she could take on a case and get it over with quickly like this.

What was he going to do indeed. Black brow quirking into a mess of equally black hair, L stood. In the booth. Surely Miss Maeko would have had a heart attack if she ever saw the security tape. That is why L would make sure said tape went missing.

As if it was the most normal mode of transportation, the Prodigious Detective stepped onto the table, onto the back of the opposite booth, rinse repeat until he stood on the top of the booth opposite the woman. He did this mainly to cause Daisuke to have a flailing spazz attack. The man was almost as germaphobic about feet as Miss Maeko.

Crouching once more, he seemed to settle. His brow quirked upwards. The message? 'Now it's your turn.' The waitress brought his tray, and he snatched the malt and sipped.

If her eyes were open, she most likely would laugh at the sight. Sure she heard something odd, with Daisuke flipping out in the background, but nothing to worry about. When the odd noise stopped, she peeked one eye open to get a good look at the man. The grey hue seemed to drag in every feature with a dilated pupil, she smirked fully. He was challenging her with stares and such? How...odd.

The smirk refused to stray, so she just opened her other eye, turned her cake/ice cream masterpiece with strawberries to him, pushing it over to the side he resided in. It was done in such a way that it seemed like a welcoming to her table, the chocolate and vanilla mess enough to give anyone a heart ache looking at it. Her eyes remained open, observing his behavior closely as her fingers twirled a strand of ebony silk in between three.

Luckily the silence was a comfortable one, despite the circumstances of it.

Certainly a shade of grey not normally seen in the human eye spectrum. His charcoal black gaze flitted over her facial features, ingraining every dip and curve to memory. Surely he'd see her again somewhere, and he would dig into her as soon as he did.

Stare being drawn down to the table, L unconsciously licked his bottom lip. But something was digging at him. Watari could tell him exactly what it was. When it came to sweets, he ate them in a methodical and organized manner, albeit with an air of carelessness.

To be clear, he was put off by the mess in which the cake and ice cream sat. And so, he forwent the concentrated manufactured sugar, and plucked a strawberry from it's place.

Finally, after devouring three of her strawberries, L actually spoke. "Might I ask...as to why I am such an interest?" The volume of his words was damn near on the level of murmur. Again he showed his lack of social talents, as he didn't return the offer of sweets.

As the question was left hanging in the air, she watched him eat the strawberries in an almost OCD like manner, her smile never fading. Humans were...interesting.

"Because you're interesting, do I need any other reason?" Her gaze raised from the cake and strawberries, meeting his charcoal black eyes with enough intensity to pierce him and see into his soul. She had a knack for freaking others out like that, most would shift uncomfortably, others simply up and left.

She had a feeling he'd surprise her.

After her final order of a bottle of water and some sugar cookies being set, she looked back to him with that piercing gaze, examining every inch she could see. He was very interesting, eyes having dark bags under them, pupils nearly non-existent meaning he ate a lot of sugar. His unkempt appearance also meant he never really went outside. Her eyes raised to the top of his hair, all the way down to the nails of his hands, seeing that his thumb nail looked chewed on. He had a habit, definitely. Raising her gaze back to his own panda like ones, she tilted her head.

"Definitely...interesting."

She didn't answer his question. Simply repeated his observation in a confirmatory manner. Her piercing stare did nothing, and he simply gave a long and slow blink, before reaching again to pluck a strawberry away from it's resting place.

"You have not answered my question. You have simply answered the question of 'Why are you watching'." Biting the strawberry in two, he continued to stare at her in a seemingly blank manner. The red fruit rolled around few a moment before he swallowed it whole.

Clearing his throat with a second swallow of malt, he placed his wrists on his knees, his fingers brushing the very top of where his shins started. "In a matter of moments you have scanned my appearance, most likely discovering that my sugar intake is regular, and that most likely from my manner of dress, have created the assumption that I do not venture outside often." His tone carried little inflection.

Oh yes, he was able to recognize higher levels of intelligence when they passed before him, or in this case, sat. Finishing the half, now completely eaten strawberry, he repeated himself. "I am inquiring as to /why/ I am so interesting."

It didnt take her long to deduce what he did for a living, he was obviously of higher intelligence his observation skills. As her thought process continued, she let the question continue to hang in the air, the obvious tension could be cut with a knife, her smile remaining despite her sugar powered mind turning at maximum speeds.

"I also realized a few other things, such as you chew on your right thumb nail out of habit. Most likely it's out of thought, or nervousness; your intelligence and deduction skills are extraordinary meaning that even though you don't get out much you are either an investigator or something of the sort."

She chuckled slowly, eyelids drooping low, "As far as the question goes, you caught my attention with your fighting skills and how you greatly contrast yourself. I've been sitting here wondering who you are and what you do...because I'm bored and have nothing better to do."

Her honesty dripped off her voice, she always had a knack for saying the truth but straying from her point. This, though, wasn't one of those times. She only spoke the honest truth because she knew like any other investigator, he would be stubborn.

"What gave you the guts to actually come over here? Surely I'm not the only one who'll stare at you, so either you became annoyed or curious as to who I really am."

It was almost sad he wouldn't find out, she was only a face in a crowd of names and faces, something...different. Though human by all means, there was no way she considered herself as such.

He looked at his hand. Well, it seemed he had forgotten to trim them this morning. Not trim, smooth the edges. It mattered not. Her first suggestion was as close as someone could get. "My grandfather tells me it's a terrible habit." The lie slipped easily from his lips, his eyes betraying nothing of it's falsity.

Concerned that she was digging too far, L denied the fact he was a detective. After all, Watari advised such, and he respected the old man. Valued his opinion. "I am simply a college student. Though I do far outstrip all in my class." His story would check out to all that investigated. He had school records, the name used; Hideki Ryuga. One of many aliases.

Chewing on his thumbnail, he thought. And almost immediately responded. "There is no reason...not really." It really had just simply been a way to get under the cashier's skin. Speaking with her had just been a positive side-effect.

"We haven't properly introduced ourselves..." It was spoken like a half thought observation. He was tempted to lean in, invading her personal space, but realized that he was resting on the top of the booth and such an action would make him fall face first into the melting cake mess.

She honestly wasn't surprised he switched it quickly, and decided to let him talk until he asked her name. Ah the question that always haunted her, and it was so damn simple. Looking at him, she allowed a bit of sorrow to creep on the outer edge of her presence.

"My name is Crystal, your name?"

It was something that would check out as well, a false identity that went as far back as the year of her birth. She had to keep that name, despite its Non-Japanese orgin. She told those idiots that no one would believe that name, but they kept it to her anyways.

Why not Aki, or Natsume? Hn, whatever.