A/N: This is my first Death Note story so be nice. Please read and review. It's how I update. That or follows or favorites because then I know people are interested in the story and I should continue.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but my OC

A/N: If I have to I will put warnings before each chapter if it contains anything.

I will try keep L in character as much as I can but he needs to progress too to be able to achieve being with someone I think since he isn't too used to, or familiar, with touch and things.

Mirrors

Chapter 1

Never in all her 20 years of living did she think her life would come to this. Standing in the middle of the street, bags by her feet, getting drenched by the rain that was pouring from the sky violently.

Her mind couldn't process what had just happened. Her boyfriend of three years had kicked her out - effectively making her homeless. Bending down to pick up the two bags and swing them over her shoulder as she made her way down the street. She didn't know where she was going to go. She didn't know the place well.

Her boyfriend - now ex - was Japanese. They had met in England where they got together (her home). They were dating for two and a half years when he decided he wanted to be back at home, convincing her to come with him. And of course she was going to come with him - she loved him.

She had been living in Japan for around 5 months now but she still didn't know the place well. She was terrible with directions so she only knew certain places that were fairly close to her old home. She didn't know anyone who lived close by to let her stay with them.

Shivering she pulled her jacket tighter around her body. Why did he have to kick her out at night? When had he become so heartless? She didn't know how long she had been walking but she found herself in a very unfamiliar place. Sitting herself down on a wet bench exhaustion finally took over.

She couldn't stay out here all night - she would get ill. Pulling the phone out of her pocket she called the only person she could think of; Matsuda. He was one of her ex's friends but they had become pretty close on the times they had met and hung out with each other. It also helped he spoke English.

Sure he wasn't fluent in it but he spoke enough to get by. She had tried to learn Japanese but she found that she struggled with it, sadly. Finding his name she pressed the call button and waited. Groaning with frustration, nearly crying with it, when he didn't pick up she dropped her head into her hands.

She was utterly stranded.

So when her phone went off she jumped. Seeing the name, and number, a smile slipped onto her face whilst she answered eagerly. Explaining to him what had happened he immediately asked where she was so he could pick her up. Finding a sign to let him know she took a quick look around, finally spotting one.

Waiting for him was the hard part. It was deathly cold. Her teeth were chattering, her body was shaking with goosebumps covering every inch of her body and her lips were starting to turn blue. So seeing the car pull up in front of her was like a blessing.

Smiling gratefully as he cranked up the heat in the car she practically hugged herself trying to keep warm. "Why don't you have a bath when you get in? Warm yourself up." Her friend offered.

"Thank you." She breathed. The thought of a warm bath never felt so good to her before this moment. She was now even more impatient to arrive at his apartment. Pulling up Matsuda grabbed one of the girls bags before rushing to get inside. Unlocking his door he allowed her to enter first.

He was genuinely worried about her - she didn't look good. He couldn't get over what his friend had done to the poor girl. Who kicks someone out at night in the pouring rain when they have no where else to go?!

Ushering her towards the bathroom he left her to herself, dropping the bags into his spare room after she had grabbed what she needed. Turning the silver taps she watched as water started to fill up the bath. Closing her eyes in bliss as she felt the heat rise up and hit her directly on her neck and face.

Stripping from her wet clothes she sat on the edge of the bath. Deciding to enter now whilst it was still running as she knew how much it was going to burn her skin seeing how cold she was. Yelping, she yanked her feet out the water hissing in pain. Quickly turning the cold water tap she sunk her feet once more into the water - but right under the cold tap.

Once her feet were used to the temperature she turned off the cold tap. Wiggling her toes she smiled like a child. Finally the bath water was ready so she turned off the other tap.

Slowly sinking her body into the water her body tensed at the heat. It took some time but she was finally submerged entirely.

As she just laid there, letting the hot water do it's magic, she couldn't help but think about what just happened. Her boyfriend had kicked her onto the streets - after three years - because he found someone else.

Pushing her head under the water she tried to rid herself of these thoughts. She didn't want to think about it - it hurt too much. Sitting up once breathing had become more difficult she busied herself by grabbing the shampoo bottle.

In the kitchen her friend, Matsuda, was heating up some food for her in the microwave. He didn't know why she was being kicked out but he knew better then to ask, even if he was curious. It was too soon to start prying. He may be an idiot sometimes but he wasn't stupid.

After filling up the kettle he grabbed two mugs and placed them onto the counter. His mind was skipping between his friend, Lucy, and the new case he had started working on at work. The case was a baffling one he had to admit. People everywhere we dying of heart attacks.

Filling up the mugs with the hot water he heard the bathroom door open along with his name being called. "I'll be through in a moment. Make yourself at home!" He replied as he took a teaspoon to mix the liquid in the cups. Placing the spoon in the empty sink he picked up both cups and made his way back to his living room.

Lucy was sat on the couch in black sweats, a white tank top and a black jacket. Her wet hair had been pulled back into a bobble. Placing the steaming cup in front of her he was graced with a smile. Heading back to the kitchen he grabbed the food and a fork before heading back.

"Oh, thanks but you didn't have to." Lucy sighed when she saw. She didn't know how to thank him, how to show him she was truly grateful for all he had done. Matsuda simply waved a hand letting her know it was no problem at all. He liked to help others, especially his friends.

There was silence in the room as she ate but neither minded. Both had things occupying their brains.

Stealing glances at her it wasn't long til he looked back to find her passed out on his couch. Sighing softly he carefully picked her up and took her to the spare bedroom before heading to his own. Slipping under the sheets he felt himself fall into a deep slumber.

When he awoke the next morning he smelt a beautiful aroma of bacon when he left his room. When he entered the kitchen he saw Lucy in front of the cooker. "Oh, just in time!" She said cheerfully. He didn't know how she could be so cheerful after what had just happened but he kept his mouth shut.

"You made breakfast." He commented, sitting at the small table.

"And coffee."

"But you hate coffee."

"Okay, so I made you coffee and me tea." She amended with a roll of her eyes. She quickly plated up the food before placing it on the table. They ate in relative silence for the most part but Lucy finally broke that as she asked him how his work was going.

"It's fine. We started a new case."

"What's it about?" She asked, curious. He gave her a frown.

"You know I can't go into it."

"I know that." She said with a another roll of her eyes. "I meant give me the gist of it. Tell me what you can."

"Okay, um," He paused to take a bite out of his toast and take a sip of his coffee as he was thinking. "You know about Kira?"

"I think so... Oh! Yeah, I've heard of him. The one killing criminals right?" Lucy exclaimed. "Or so everyone says."

"Well that's my case." Matsuda deadpanned, finishing his coffee in one go. "I really need to get to work. I'll see you when I get back." And with that she was left alone. With nothing else to do she settled on cleaning the kitchen.

Sitting on the couch and watching TV was fine but she had literally spent the entire day doing that so when Matsuda came home she was very happy. Making them dinner was fine by her - finally she had something to do.

"So how long you been on this Kira case?" She asked.

"A while." He answered vaguely. That was fine by her, she knew he didn't like giving straight answers when work was concerned - well, most of the time.

"Anything interesting happen?"

"Well, I had my first Interpol meeting today." He divulged. That didn't give anything away did it!

"Anything happen there that was exciting or was it boring?" She questioned then took a bite out of her meal.

"Well, to be honest the first half was very boring." Matsuda admitted, not that he would tell his Chief that. "The second half went a lot better."

"How come?" It wouldn't be giving anything away by letting her know right? There was no harm in it really.

"Well, L has now got involved in the investigation." Lucy's eyes lit up like they always did when she thought she was going to hear something interesting. She didn't know who this 'L' character was but he must have been important.

"Who's that though?" She asked, leaning forwards.

"He's a private investigator I think. No one knows his real name, his where abouts or even what he looks like." He told her, remembering what the Chief told him. He smiled slightly at the curious, and eager, look in her eyes. "He can apparently solve any case no matter what it is. He has solved countless unsolved cases so far. Apparently he's meant to be our trump card."

"Wow, he must be amazing!" Lucy breathed. Call her weird but she had always been amazed by overly intelligent people. She didn't know how they stored so much information in their brains but it fascinated her so much.

"Apparently he'd already been investigating. Behind our backs."

"But how did you talk to him if he never shows himself?" Lucy asked with a cute confused expression setting over her face.

"There is a man called Watari who comes in on L's behalf." Matsuda explained. Despite the fact she wanted to she asked no more questions. She didn't want to seem nosey and put her friend under pressure. So they finished their meals swiftly and left the kitchen in complete darkness. She would clean the kitchen tomorrow.

The next day she found herself doing the same thing: stuck watching TV. Flipping the channels she stopped on the news. There was a man named Lind. L. Taylor sat at a desk but that's not what caught her attention - it was the fact he had said Kira. Turning up the volume she sat on the edge of the couch completely immersed by the TV set.

"Kira, I think I've got a pretty good idea of why you're doing this." The guy on the screen said. "But what you are doing... Is evil!"

Widening her eyes she shook her head. This dude seemed crazy, what was he doing! Gasping as he suddenly grabbed hold of his chest she realised he was having a heart attack. Was that natural or was it Kira? I mean he wasn't a criminal and that's all Kira went for apparently.

Suddenly a voice came over the screen as the man, who was now dead, was dragged away. The voice had clearly been distorted so you couldn't figure out their natural one. "I don't believe it. This was an experiment to test a hunch I had. But I never really thought..."

Listening the person waffle on Lucy was interested but she wasn't. The person was just talking too much. Yet when he started goading Kira her attention was brought back fast.

"What are you waiting for? Come on! Go ahead and kill me. I'm still here. Can't do it Kira?" Lucy was thankful she was alone watching this right now because she looked like a complete idiot. Her jaw was hanging with her eyes wide as she stared at the screen.

After he snuck in the sneaky comment of this only been broadcasted in the Kanto region around Tokyo Lucy wondered if this really was the mysterious L. He seemed on point. I mean he had just found out where Kira actually was and he only really joined the case yesterday!

Just... Wow.

Then he started babbling on about who his first real victim was and Lucy was struck with such admiration it was unreal. God, what she wouldn't give to be that smart. Sitting back into the couch she switched off the TV once it was over. Once L had stopped showing off, she thought amused.

Shaking her head she was about to get up to start making something to eat when her phone started to play. Picking it up she froze. Seeing her ex's name displayed on the screen made her angry and hurt once more. Venomously pressing the end call button Lucy stormed to the kitchen.

A few hours later Matsuda made it home, exhausted. He could hear Lucy banging away in the kitchen making him frown. Why was she making all this noise? Making his way to the kitchen he started to hear her muttering things he couldn't quite catch.

"Are you alright?" He asked cautiously. He had seen her angry a few times and didn't ever want to be on the receiving end.

"I'm fine." She snapped. She was about to carrying on but she couldn't - she needed to apologise. "I'm sorry. You've been so kind to me I had no right to snap at you like that."

"Don't worry about it." He said, showing his good nature. "But, what's wrong if you don't mind me asking."

"HE called me earlier. I didn't pick up though." Making his way over to her he pulled her into a tight hug. Keeping her tears away she hugged him back with all she had.

"I'm going to head to bed. I'm tired." He told her softly. He felt her nod her head against his shoulder before he slowly pulled away. Giving her one last look he left. Sighing she looked at the mess she had made in the kitchen, groaning she started to clean.

It had been four days since L had screamed at Kira to kill him on the news and Lucy was starting to feel bad. She was taking up space in Matsuda's apartment and she was wasting his money. Her ex had never let her get a job as he felt as the man he should be the one to provide for them so she had no money whatsoever.

And living with Matsuda he was having to pay for her as well. It might take a while but she needed to find a job but... she didn't have much qualifications. She had her A Level in Performing Arts and her GCSE's but that was it. No work experience or anything.

She was useless.

She had tried to do more around the house since she wasn't paying for anything. She got up early to make breakfast for the both of them, then once Matsuda had left she would clean the kitchen, get dressed, clean anything else that needed to be cleaned - along with washing clothes - then she would watch TV until later on when she would make dinner for when Matsuda came home.

Either he would go straight to bed after or he would stay with her and talk until they were both tired and retired to their rooms.

But today would be different - she would go out and look for a job.

Slipping on her shoes Lucy left the apartment. Matsuda had given her his spare key on the second day so she was able to come and go but this was actually the first time she had left. She didn't really know the area so she decided to stick close by. Walking around she was happy to find some help wanted signs in the window.

They were in Japanese but from the limited set of the language that she knew she understood what the signs were saying.

Two hours later she exited a small shop dejected. The first place she had been had been a small corner shop but sadly the place had already been filled they just hadn't come round to taking the sign down. The second was a clothes shop and the person she had tried talking to spoke no English. The third was a food shop. They spoke some English but sadly she didn't get the job as they were already training someone.

They had taken her number just in case though. It seemed like that was how her day went leaving her feeling put down. Entering the apartment she dropped her bag down onto the couch before making her way to the kitchen. Time to start making dinner.

An hour later Matsuda returned home. He had noticed the shift in her attitude from the moment he came home, he just hadn't asked her what was wrong yet. Half way through the meal - which was amazing by the way - he decided to bring it up.

"I'm fine." she had said. He didn't believe her one bit.

"Come on, you can tell me."

"It's just," Letting out a sigh she put down her fork. "I feel bad living here and not paying for anything. I'm wasting your money. So I thought if I got a job I could help you out but well, no luck whatsoever." Matsuda gave her a small smile.

"It's okay." he said quietly, reaching over to grasp her small hand in his larger one. "Don't worry about it we'll sort something out."

It had been five days since the disastrous first day of the job hunt. Matsuda had called her ex to sort out collecting the rest of her stuff. That day was today. Matsuda had left to go to work an hour ago but had assured her the house would be empty for when she arrived to pick up her stuff.

Matsuda had given her some money to get a taxi there and back. They had a long argument before he went to work about it due to her feeling bad about taking his money. Exiting the taxi she jogged up to the house, collecting the hidden spare key before letting herself inside.

Heading to the bedroom she froze seeing some clothes obviously belonging to a woman scattered over the bedroom floor. Swallowing the rage, choking back the tears, she grabbed a spare bag before chucking the rest of her clothes into the bag - along with anything else she could find that belonged to her.

It took her only an hour and ten minutes to get her stuff. Grabbing her phone she called for another taxi, sitting on the steps outside as she waited. Pushing back all the memories she urged the taxi to hurry up inside her head.

Jumping up seeing the vehicle pull up she jumped inside. Handing him the right amount of money she flew from the taxi and up to the apartment dragging the bags behind her. She didn't realise how little she actually owned. It was mostly clothes.

Deciding to occupy her time she spent the rest of the night unpacking the rest of her things. Slipping into some black sweat pants after she flopped onto the couch with a heavy sigh. It was soon to be Christmas. She should really get Matsuda something to thank him for all he had done but... how?

She didn't have any money so she couldn't buy him anything! Flopping face first down on the couch Lucy let out a scream in frustration. Opening her eyes slowly a small smile started to form on her plump lips. She had an idea!

Jumping up feeling a lot better she decided to start preparing something for dinner. Wrapping up the food she carefully placed it in the fridge to keep fresh. After that Lucy found herself curled up on the couch with a book. She had her small book collection back so at least she had something else to do during the day except watch TV.

Matsuda didn't own one book, except maybe some comics. Stretching her arms Lucy checked the time. Holy - she had been reading for five hours. Jumping up she ran to the kitchen to start making dinner. Ten minutes later Matsuda called letting her know he was on his way home.

By the time he arrived she was still cooking. "Smells good." he commented as he walked inside.

"Thanks. It's going to be another half an hour though." Lucy told him. "Why don't you get a shower, change and get relaxed while I finish cooking?" Leaning over to give her a side hug he smiled.

"You're the best." Leaving her alone Lucy smiled as she turned down the heat on the cooker. Grabbing two plates she set them down on the counter before grabbing the cutlery and placing them on the table. Grabbing two glasses she filled them with some juice, placing them on the table next.

By the time she was plating up the food Matsuda entered the kitchen again but with damp hair and different clothes. Sitting down he grabbed his fork and dug right in. He was starving.

Both of them made small conversation as they ate before retiring to the living room to watch TV. It wasn't long after they had sat down that Matsuda felt a pressure on his right shoulder. Turning his head he let a soft smile grace his face. Lucy had fallen asleep.

Picking her up he made his way to her room, careful not to wake her up as he placed her down. Brushing the hair away from her eyes he pulled the duvet over her before making his way out to his own, shutting the door behind him emerging her in darkness.

The next morning Lucy awoke with a groan. Stretching her arms with a yawn she slowly sat up. Pushing the duvet away from her body she made her way to the window, letting out a horrified groan when she saw the layer of snow on the ground below. It was only a light layer but still, she wasn't that fond of snow.

Moving to the bathroom she jumped into the shower for a quick wash. Back in her room Lucy pulled on some leggings that had fur on the inside to keep her legs warm. Then she pulled on a long sleeved black top. Drying her hair she pulled it into a high ponytail afterwards, leaving her makeup.

Grabbing everything she needed she slipped on some boots, her coat and a scarf before leaving the apartment. Walking down the street she was careful as she walked incase she slipped. She didn't have the best balance.

Stopping outside the destined shop Lucy paused. Biting her lip she seemed to be hesitating to go inside. Taking a deep breath she entered the pawn shop with a beating heart. An hour later Lucy found herself sat inside a small café. The atmosphere was warm and relaxing, something she appreciated.

Smiling and thanking the cute waiter who placed her cake and tea down in front of her she grabbed her fork. Taking her first bite was amazing - the cake was beautiful. Just as she grabbed her cup of tea a shadow fell over her. Looking up she saw a young man standing next to her table.

"Can I sit?" he asked quietly. Mutely nodding her head she watched as he sat down opposite her, frowning at the way he decided to sit. He had brought his knees up his chest with hands draped over his knees and his body tilted forward slightly. That couldn't be good for his posture, his back.

She didn't know why but Lucy's eyes were drawn to his messy black hair. It was sticking out in every direction but it surprisingly looked soft. Her hand twitched in her effort to not reach over and touch it. Going back to her cake for a distraction she took another bite.

The guy who had brought Lucy her order came back over with the strangers order. She noticed him give her a quick smile before he left. She didn't really pay much attention though because she was more focused on the messy haired strangers order.

He had a cup of tea, 3 slices of cake, a cookie and muffin. Was he really going to eat all that? How? Lucy couldn't even eat a slice and a half of cake before feeling full. Neither of them said anything whilst they ate. Lucy pushed her plate away when she was done, focusing on her tea.

She had been trying to keep her gaze from this man but she couldn't help it. Looking up she found he was already looking at her. Widening her eyes in shock her eyes dropped to her tea.

"Where is it?" he asked. His voice was low and deep. It was sort of detached as though he wasn't used to speaking with people. Lifting her head in confusion she stared at him for a couple of seconds before replying.

Watching as he picked up his fork with his thumb and forefinger she finally spoke, but was curious about the way he held it. "Where is what?"

"The necklace." he answered straight away. Gaping slightly she laughed awkwardly.

"I don't know what you mean."

"You keep bringing your hand up to your throat." He had looked at her intently as he said this, Lucy's breath catching in her throat at the intensity of his stare. He then dropped his eyes to his cake. "It's indicating that you usually wear a necklace but you aren't wearing one right now. So, where is it?"

Lucy didn't know whether to be impressed or shocked. "I don't have it anymore." she answered vaguely.

"Obviously." Snapping her gaze to the man she frowned. She didn't think he meant it in a rude way, it was just the way he said it. With a final sigh she decided to tell him. What was the harm? She was never going to see him again.

"I sold it." His head tilted to the side, something which she found admittedly cute. "I don't have a job and my ex boyfriend just kicked me out so I'm staying with a friend. I can't help him with bills and I wanted to thank him for everything he has done with me. I had this necklace, given to me by my ex, pure gold. So I decided to sell it so I could buy my friend a Christmas present."

The stranger didn't say anything right away. It was like he was gauging her facial expressions. Slowly she watched as he pushed a plate towards her. It had a piece of chocolate cake on it. Was he giving her this? Finally asking him this he told her he was.

"Oh, I won't be able to finish this." The cute stranger grabbed one of his empty plates, cutting the cake in half before putting the bigger half onto the other plate. He pushed the smaller half back towards her. "Thank you."

It was about ten seconds before he spoke. "You're welcome." Scooping a slice of cake onto her fork she took a bite, smiling internally. A while later she finally exited the small café, the man walking behind her. "Well, it was nice meeting you."

"Yes, nice meeting you." His stance was hunched yet he was still taller than her. He turned around to walk away but Lucy's hand shot out to grab his arm. She watched as his head snap to her arm with a frown causing her to quickly let go.

"Um, I'm Lucy. I didn't get your name." He seemed to still be looking at his arm where she had grabbed him. Finally he raised his head.

"Call me Ryuzaki."