A/N: Actually this fanfic is my first. It's been bothering me since the beginning of summer that I had to make a fanfic. Since I'm so fond of reading them, why not make my own?
BTW: Story goes with mainly Ayame and L's Points Of View. Then narrator goes with third person POV. Italized sentences and words are thoughts of the character handling the POV. Savvy?
Disclaimer:
FrappeG: I own you! *points at L*
L: As if anyone will believe such a claim. (That means NO, SHE DOESN"T OWN DEATHNOTE.)
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The Deal
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Ayame's POV
One sunny afternoon at the beach, a peculiar looking character was tampering at a vending machine. Adding to the fact that he looked ridiculous in his baggy t-shirt, faded jeans, rubber shoes, sunglasses and a rather big cap on his head( probably to keep the hair under it ) he also has boyish mannerisms.
Who would ever suspect that this peculiar-looking character was actually a she? And not just any girl, truth is she's a model.
"Ugh.. I look more ridiculous than I intended to be…" Ayame muttered. She had thought that her attire would give her less attention from some fans but apparently it wasn't her clothes that need changing. It was her behavior.
She paused for awhile aware that strangers passing by were staring and shaking their heads in dispute of her abuse to the contraption. Pretty soon, somebody might call a police officer for her maltreatment to the helpless vending machine.
Even with that possibility, she decided to give the vending machine a last shot. She kicked it with all the strength she could muster. More people were staring at her. She was growing embarrassed with herself. It took her a lot guts to stay put and endure the mean stares. Her wait was greatly blessed with two cans of soda which finally came out of the damn machine.
"Two cans! Lucky!!"
Ayame grabbed the cans and immediately turned towards the beach, relieved to be able to escape the glares previously.
The sun was high up and beaming overhead, giving the white sands of the beach a certain glow. From a distance, a blond girl stood up from her chair and waved at her. Misa.
Misa is currently the most famous teen model of Eighteen magazine. Of course, Misa, being a famous model and all, was living up to her reputation exposing more skin than necessary. Though she would usually wear her gothic outfits but today Ayame was a bit surprised to see here in a pink top with a matching mini skirt. Misa's sun glasses rested above her head and wore pink sandals for her feet. Wow. She's a life-sized Barbie!
"Goodness, Ayame, what are you wearing??"
"Now Misa, don't start…" She gave the other can of soda to the blonde. Misa is up to her nagging again. It seems that she always has a problem with Ayame's wardrobe.
"What happened to those clothes I bought for you!?" Misa scowled at her. She opened the can and sipped.
"They're uncomfortable to wear. So I didn't slip them on." Ayame defended, while Misa slapped her own head in exasperation.
"Geez, Ayame! For once try to be a girl! You know if you weren't such a tomboy, I bet a lot of guys would love to date you!"
"If you were trying to use that statement as an encouragement, then you don't know me at all." Ayame gulped from her soda can and felt heaven draining down her throat. Then she continued speaking indignantly.
"How many times do I have to tell you? I'm not interested in dating! Got that?! So stop fussing over it!"
Boys…BLECH!
Misa sighed and rolled her eyes. "If women's clothing bothers you that much, then why become a model?! Ayame you're such a weirdo!"
Well, I'm proud to be one.
Ayame was about to open her mouth to argue further but then Alan M, Ayame and Misa's manager popped out all of a sudden demanding for his models.
"Shush! Enough of that girls and prepare for the pictorials! You are only given ten minutes!!!" Alan M snapped her fingers gesturing them to move double-time.
"I'm all set, Alan!" Misa replied then turned to Ayame. "Hear that? Now go change!"
****time lapse*****
After the pictorials, Ayame wore her baggy shirt again but this time her jeans were missing.
Misa…. Ayame mentally growled, shifting her gaze around the studio in search for the suspected Misa.
Knowing that arguing with Misa would only waste her time, Ayame decided to find her jeans instead disturbed to think that she'd probably be returning to her and Misa's apartment on her underwear.
For a time that seemed like forever, Ayame finally gave up looking for her pants and agreed to wear the shorts that Misa offered to her. Misa had that fake sympathetic look making Ayame suspect her even more.
Ayame took Misa's offer of help anyway. She viewed the garment Misa gave her in front of her. The shorts were much too short for her comfort but what choice does she have. It beats masquerading on her underwear.
Misa grinned at her and Ayame had a feeling Misa was about to ask her for something.
"Now that I have helped you with your predicament, would you mind coming with me to To-Oh University later this afternoon in exchange for that favor?"
"I knew it… " Ayame mumbled. Misa always asks for favors.
"NO!" She replied coldly. But Misa seemed to have ignored it.
Misa flipped open her cell phone, dialed vehemently then held her cell phone to her ear. She waited for a moment for someone to answer. When the call was received, Misa started to talk enthusiastically. Ayame heard a man's voice from the other line which sounded annoyed. Misa seemed too engrossed to care.
"…Yes, I'll be there by 2pm and don't worry, I have my friend with me. I'm sure she'll hit it off with Ryuuzaki!" Misa was talking too fast; it was a miracle for Ayame to have caught up with her.
"Wait, WHAT!!!???"
"…I'll see you soon. Bye!" And just like that Misa ended the call with a giggle. Ayame glared at her.
"Are you setting me up for a blind date, MISA!!?" It sounded like a threat more than a question.
"Come on, Ayame! Please?" Misa gave Ayame the puppy eyes, but Ayame refused to give in.
"Cut that out, Misa. That won't work on me. Besides, I never agreed to go with you!"
"I'll treat you to a Banana Split! Promise! Just come with me!"
Ayame considered the offer for a moment. Misa knew Ayame preferred food over boys. Ayame shook her head. No, she shouldn't be manipulated that easily.
"I'll also treat you to some Baklavas, Chocolate Mousse, Crème Brulee, Sugar cookies… Whatever else you want!!"
Misa was beginning to sound convincing and Ayame stomach was starting to growl demandingly making it all the more difficult to resist. Uh-oh… Ayame wondered why Misa was so desperate.
"...Misa, Do you really have to set me up with a guy just so you can have your date?"
"Yes! So are you going to accompany me?" Misa's eyes brightened with hope.
Ayame rolled her eyes in irritation. It was a shame she lost to food temptation. Well, it was bound to be an opportunity she would regret missing.
Ayame sighed in surrender. "Fine, I will… Just tell me why I am needed."
Misa blushed furiously and squeaked with glee. She must be thinking about her date. She has always been a hopeless romantic.
"Well, to start off, there's this guy named Light Yagami that I really really like and he's really hot, smart, good-looking and hot!"
Misa wriggled excitedly for a moment, smitten to talk about her crush.
"Actually, I think I feel in love with since the first time I saw him in one of that tennis tournament he played at. Then I researched about him and I found out from which school he belongs and I also found out his address, so I visited his house and we exchanged numbers and so on!!"
What a stalker. Ayame thought. She had to interrupt Misa for talking about this guy named Light alone was surely going to take longer than necessary.
"Wait, you're not telling me why I'm getting involved in this date of yours."
"Yeah, well… Actually I wanted to ask you for an itsy-bitsy mini little favor." Misa smiled. Ayame can't help feeling uncomfortable.
"Then… What do I have to do to grant this favor of yours?" Ayame asked warily.
"I want you to distract Light's friend. His name is Ryuuzaki." Misa's expression changed after saying the latter's name.
"He keeps sticking unto Light it's as if he's chained to him or something and that he really bothers me. You see, I want to be alone with Light and I can't have that since Ryuuzaki is there."
So that's it, huh… This Ryuuzaki is a meddling twerp in Misa's love affair. Damn, why would Misa need her to distract this guy? There's a really simple solution to this.
Ayame suggested. "Can't you just tell him to go away?"
"I did try that, but he's so stubborn! He sticks to Light so much and you know what?" Misa said impatiently, about to pull her hair out. "I THINK HE'S GAY!!!"
"…So you expect me to date him and distract him? Distract this guy named Ryuuz-whoever, whose gender seem to be in question???"
"Yep! Then we are going to separate. I'll be bringing Light alone with me which also means that you will be left alone with Ryuuzaki!"
Ayame eyed Misa furiously, she shook her head from side to side defiantly. "No…No, No, NO! This is too much. I'm not doing it! Helping you is one thing but me spending my time alone with a stranger is definitely out of my context!!!" Ayame was about to turn her heels to leave but was held down by a begging Misa.
"AYAME!" Misa pleaded, gripping Ayame's arm tightly. Ayame walked without looking at the desperate blonde. Refusing to let Ayame go, Misa was being dragged along as she latched on to Ayame's arm.
"Ayame, I know you hate boys but please reconsider! I love Light so much!!!"
Love…hmhp! As if I care for such useless emotion…
Ayame faced Misa and felt strangely sorry for the ditsy blonde. Misa was on the verge of tears. If she bawls, it would prove to be a more difficult situation. Damn her self for sympathizing Misa. Damn everything!
"…Sigh…" Ayame exhaled in defeat. She knew she'd regret this sooner or later but it will probably be better than letting Misa holler.
"Alright, Misa! But don't blame me if this doesn't work. And whatever happens, you're still going to treat me for dessert, right?" Ayame scoffed, coiling her arms together in front of her.
Misa jumped in joy, launching her arms around Ayame in a hug. "Yes!!! YES!!! THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU AYAME! You're such a great friend!!!!"
A sigh escaped Ayame's lips. It's hard having an insistent friend like Misa.
Misa released Ayame and held a hand out expectantly for Ayame to shake and therefore seal the agreement. "DEAL!?"
"Deal…" Ayame uttered half-heartedly. "By the way Misa, I don't think I fit in for the occasion. Look at my clothes." She looked down at her clothes and realized how shabby she looked. After all, it was not like she expected a date. Her plan was basically to go to the hotel where she and Misa temporarily took residence and that's that.
"Oh well, you'll have to deal with it. That's why I brought you those clothes yesterday but since you did not wear them…"
Ayame grimaced. "Wait a minute…DAMN!!! You set me up this whole time!? That's very sneaky of you, Misa" Ayame pointed a finger accusingly at the blonde.
"As punishment for refusing my gift, I'm going to let you date wearing that!" There was no sign of remorse on Misa's face apart from her smirk.
Ayame moaned. "Oh great… just my luck!"
I knew it! I should have refused her when I had the chance!
Ayame, to her dismay, can't turn back now that the deal was done. As much as she wanted to forget the whole thing, she hated going back on her word. There was no escape for her now.
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First Impressions
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Ayame's POV
Misa and Ayame rode a cab towards To-Oh University. When they arrived at the school's gate, they were surprised to see the University so still. No one was around. At first they thought it was the wrong address, but the sound of claps and shouts that seemed to be coming from behind the school building erased their doubts.
"That must be Light playing tennis! There's no mistake about it! Hurry up, Ayame, or we're going to miss Light's game!" Misa fidgeted then swiftly pulled Ayame by the hand.
Ayame struggled to her feet for Misa was literally dragging her across the school grounds then towards the back of the building until they finally reached a tennis court. The place was crowded so Ayame has to tip toe to get a glimpse of the players. When she heard a girl squeal out of excitement from somewhere in the crowd, she cringed back and fell on her buttocks. The pain in her ear seemed to surpass the throbbing pain she felt on her butt.
"Stand up, Ayame! Let's get closer to the Light! Come on! Come on!!!" Misa said as she helped her stand up.
"I'm not going anywhere near that crowd! It's suicide! I hate crowds!" Ayame complained taking a step back. Her attempts of warning Misa about her problems with crowds were drowned by the shouts the crowd produced. This is why Misa didn't hear her. Not that she expected Misa to listen but no harm in trying, right?
Misa simply ignored Ayame's complaints and once again dragged her through the crowd. There were bumps here and there, then a few glares and curses. When they were near enough to see the tennis court and the players clearly and away from the crowd, every inch of Ayame's body was aching. It was like a death march, only it wasn't marching at all, more like a crawling.
"Just look at these bruises! If I were to choose, I'd prefer the Vietnam War! Those girls' screams are sharper than any blade on Earth! Why won't they just pipe down and leave Earth in peace??"
"Just shut up, Ayame and stop over reacting." Misa said coldly and looked at the direction of the players.
When the player with brown hair scored, Misa leaped and cheered, "Light! You're awesome! I love you!!"
Ayame rolled her eyes. "And here I was over reacting? Speak for yourself, Misa." She mumbled to herself despite knowing Misa would be too preoccupied to listen to what she has to say.
Ayame left Misa to her hopping and leaping and shouting. She sat cross-legged on the grass near the tennis court and observed the players.
"So that's Light…" Ayame's eyes focused on the tall guy with polished brown hair. Indeed, he was handsome and probably everything a girl could ask for. He's also pretty good at tennis. Misa did mention back in the cab that he was a tennis champion. As a matter of fact, he was always the topic of discussion.
Light's beautiful hazel colored eyes were very intense, focused, the determination in them quite obvious. Ayame can tell that he is a very hard-working fellow. But the hair, which was very well-kempt also, tells her that he was a perfectionist and that he most probably kept a huge carton of hair creams under his bed.
He looked intelligent even when he was sweating all over. Candidly, Misa's got good taste.
"Good-looking, but not my type…" Ayame slurred.
Light seemed too haughty for her veneration. It's odd. Light's face was perfectly humble-looking but his perfection betrayed him otherwise. It was like he was acting. He must be heavily geared to maintain an excellent prestige. It makes him kind of…what? Boring?
"Did you say something, Ayame?" Misa's face looked stern and skeptical.
Beware of the Misa, the green-eyed monster.
"Nothing" Ayame replied in a drone tone, not wanting Misa to think that she has a crush on her date. In fact, Ayame never really liked dating at all, much less like a boy. To cut it short, Ayame never fell in love with any guy in her whole life.
Ayame has this certain degree of hostility towards the opposite sex. The main root of this was her cousin Fuji, a sly rake, a person with more balls than brains. He's the very reason why women should not trust men. Charming and handsome men tend to be major jerks.
She would rather die an old lady than be married to someone like that. It is best to avoid boys as much as possible. Ayame strongly held on to this belief.
But like every rule in the book, there is an exception. Ayame did have someone she admires. Well, it was more of respect than infatuation, but both were close enough. She was not sure whether this person was either a male or a female. She wasn't even sure this person really existed. She was sure though, that her feelings toward this individual was more or less how Misa felt for Light. This person she admires so much was--
"KYAAAAAAA!!!!!" An interrupting scream of excitement from Misa brought Ayame's attention back to the game.
Light scored again. Misa leaped, cheered and jumped beside her, leaking with anticipation for Light's victory.
Ayame's eyes drifted towards the other player, and her eyes grew wide. How come she never noticed him there before?
The other player was a tall pale figure standing in a crouched position, his black mane going in all directions as if it was never combed, and his eyes were large dark orbs. He doesn't look like an athlete judging by his appearance, but the scoreboard negated her appraisal. The scores were equal, and by the looks of it, this game might end in a tie. In other words, this guy is just as good as Light, the tennis champ.
"I know he doesn't look much, but his COOL!!" Ayame heard some girl say as the zombie-looking player scored. Ayame just sat there, contemplating about what the fan girl said.
After a few minutes of swinging tennis rackets and cheers (noise in Ayame's opinion) from Misa and the crowd, the game was finally over. Ayame was much more interested with the players than the game itself which resulted in a tie. The spectators were beginning to dissolve with some of them on their way home and some going out for karaoke.
Misa immediately approached Light and handed him a bottle of water. Light gulped on the water gratefully while Misa was busy telling him how great he was.
"It's a tie, Misa. Nobody won." Light finally said after he emptied his bottle of water. Misa on the other hand was still persistent about him being great.
"But nobody lost, either!" Misa added. Then Ayame stood up and went to Misa's side, hoping she had not forgotten about her.
Light gazed at Ayame for a moment, and then he smiled curtly. "So you're the company Misa brought along. Ayame, that's your name, right?" Light leaned over to shake her hand giving Ayame no other choice but to shake his hand and smile sheepishly back.
A gentleman. Not bad. Only question is if he can handle Misa's nagging better than I can, Ayame thought, eyeing Light for a moment.
"Hey, isn't that Misa Amane from "Eighteen" magazine?" said a girl from the audience.
"She's even cuter in person!" another girl said.
Uh-oh…FANGIRLS!!
Suddenly, people were coming from all direction hoping to get nearer to Misa and chat with her. Misa enjoyed the attention so she just smiled and waved at her fans.
Ayame dreaded crowds and fans which is really ironic for a person who took a modeling career. Good thing she took clothing precautions in order for people not to recognize her. Though she was not as famous as Misa, her last encounter with a swarm of fans was enough to let her realize the necessity for hiding her identity in public. Ayame meekly positioned herself behind Misa and Light and adjusted her cap. She levered her head in a certain angle to conceal her face.
Light looked like he was used to crowds and the praises he gets from them. As much as he tried to smile pleasantly and humbly, there was an aura of arrogance that only Ayame can seem to feel. She wasn't exactly a gregarious type of person but she was confident of her first impressions on people, proven to be right on a number of occasions in fact.
The audience, dumb as they are, only made a fool of themselves around the two. Some of them paparazzo's took pictures rapidly; some scurried for a notebook and pen in the hopes of getting an autograph and some merely drooled in the presence of their idols.
YUCK…
Groups of teenagers, both boys and girls, began to circle around Misa and Light. Ayame simply stepped away to avoid being trapped. Moving further back caused her to step on somebody's shoe and lose her balance. Luckily, the stranger she stepped on, caught her just in time to break her fall, his hands held her back and her right elbow. They were steady for a minute.
Feeling embarrassed, Ayame straightened up then bowed her head in apology towards the stranger.
"I'm sorry!"
She looked up to and met two black orbs staring at her. "Oh, I don't mind." He said indifferently.
It was mister zombie.
A/N:
When I first wrote this, I spent my bedtime hours thinking about how to sequence this story because I started it randomly out of though hoping that it gets better. This story really interrupted my sleeping habits resulting to my sleeping at 2Am. LOL!
So there... we get a glimpse of my OC, Ayame Nao and her personality. Yeah, she's the tomboyish and unfriendly type. Easily manipulated though. Next chapter will start with her POV still because I think L must prepare himself first. Like really really prepare! HAHA! ;P