Disclaimer (Really isn't needed): If I owned Death Note, do you really think I would be sitting here writing drabbles about it? Seriously. The "sensational hit" is not mine.

Memo.

Inspired by HumaPod Ramblings (Not a author here)

Written by BabyPop Massacre

Curiosity ever present and wide-eyed, L's careful fingertips delicately plucked at the edge of a graying piece of paper that had been protruding out of a stack of paperwork scattering the coffee table. It was immensely thin and jagged along its left edge with the unusual smell smoke faintly present. It was beyond L way he smelled the thing but then again it wasn't the first time. With a flutter of his long fingers, he turned the page over revealing a message written in beautiful cursive that swirled and bounced to the end of the page where a heart, possibly the signature, tilted poorly drawn.

The detective hummed at this and after establishing the handwriting was unfamiliar, read on:

Dear Stranger,

I can't help but smile.

We've past each other countless times and not once have you stopped to talk to me.

You, my friend, are far more captivating than any novel or war veteran.

It is not just your intelligence that attracts my interest.

There are many other gifts that you possess that I prefer not to address.

I'm already aroused just thinking about you.

Writing to you is only making it more intense.

I see you're a lover of tennis.

It's a boring sport I believe. Very boring.

I like to hunt. I'm sure you would like it too. Of course I do it overseas.

If you couldn't tell by the writing, I am a non-Japanese female.

Do you have a preference? I don't think you do.

I hardly see you around girls anyway.

Well, besides that Misa-Misa girl but she's taken.

She wouldn't be right for you anyway. No compatibility.

To think I once thought you had interest in her!

I laugh at my gullibility. Of course, I'm not like this all the time.

I'm a nice girl. Perfect and polite.

You would like me.

I'm a giver as well. That's what I do the best.

(Heart)

Placing a fingertip in his mouth, L looked over the letter once more before sliding it underneath a stack of papers. Hearing the door open from behind him, and Matsuda's voice, he decided to address this mystery when the time came.

The End