When Matt the incubus, gets a call from the mysterious L, his endless life gets changed forever. On the other side of the world, Light is having issues with his lovelife. Will Matt be able to help Light see that his true love was with him all along? And will Matt be able to find his true love as well? MattxMello, LightxMikami, slight MattxLight, MattxL, and LightxMisa.

Inspired by Sometime Around Midnight by The Airborne Toxic Event and Feel Good Drag by Anberlin, this story was originally just a random short story that I thought of one day. There is a lot of out-of-characterness (especially with Mikami, sry 'bout that.) This is also author's universe, there are no Death Notes, and nobody dies, you will see where my style of fantasy comes in with future chapters. Oh, and there's fluff, lots and lots of fluff...well maybe not too much...I don't know
Rated M for language, mature...stuff, and future, hard-core lemons, please bare with the story line until then, but anyway, enjoy! Please R&R (this is my first fanfic so don't hurt me!)

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There are lots of things I don't believe in. Dragons, the Loch Ness Monster, Bigfoot, werewolves, ghosts, witches/wizards, dwarves, flying saucers (and the aliens in them), the Jersey Devil, unicorns, fairies, elves, reality television…you know, the mythical stuff. Oh yeah, true love is also on that list.

A clear glass filled with a light red liquid slid in front of me. I didn't know what it was, which made sense since I asked for "whatever". I found out it was one of the many colored martinis this bar offered and set it aside. I wasn't in the mood to get drunk and enter a false sense of happiness that alcohol always brought. I wouldn't have ordered anything if it wasn't for the extremely persistent female bartenders.

In one corner of the dimly lit room, a band played mellow song after mellow song about how it's like to have a broken heart, but they had no idea. No one could possibly comprehend what it's like to be heartbroken until they experience it for themselves. I must admit, I probably have gotten deserted one hundred times in my life, or at least I thought it was around one hundred, I stopped counting after thirty. Most of those would worked out too if it weren't for all of those girls finding out the one secret that I have…but enough thinking about that! I came here for a different reason than to wallow in depressed feelings.

I listened to the lyrics for a moment. And it starts sometime around midnight, or at least that's when you lose yourself for a minute or two.

"Where the hell could he be?" I asked myself angrily, drumming my fingers on the counter. Okay Matt, get it together, I scolded myself. The drunken man sitting next to me turned for a moment and then brought his undivided attention back to his cocktail. Bastard, I thought quickly and then went back to watching the door.

Usually, I'm not as scatterbrained as I was this night. I'm not as anxious either. You see, I had been waiting at this bar for just about an hour now and I had other places that I could be. The only reason that I was still at this bar was the fact that I could get a job, but not at this dump. Come to think of it, I don't even know how this guy even got my phone number; I didn't recognize his name, L Lawliet...but then again, my large circle of friends were always introducing me to more people in their circle of friends, I wouldn't be surprised if I forgot a name here or there.

I ended up drinking some of the fiery, red liquid just so my nerves would settle and I listened to more of the song. And you feel hopeless and homeless and lost in the haze of the wine.

As I watched the range of depressed men who had probably just lost their girlfriends to giggling, bar-hopping women in groups of three or four who had definitely dumped their men travel in and out the door, I was starting to think that "L" had most likely set me up. Then I spotted a man who definitely didn't fit into any of those categories I just mentioned or anywhere in-between and I was sure I hadn't met him before.

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"Light! Light wait for me!"

"Just be quiet already! I already told you that you can't come with me."

"You're so mean Light; that's no way to treat your girlfriend," Misa pouted. She used the same puppy-dog eyes that she showed me the night we first met, which happened to be only a week ago.

"Listen to me," I tried to calm myself before continuing, but it have as much of an effect as I wanted it to, "You are not my girlfriend and I am not your boyfriend. If I have been doing anything to confuse you I'm sorry, but I have to go."

"Y-you're breaking up with me?" There were those eyes again. Shit, I never figured out what to do in these situations even though I've been in them a million times. Well…not a million, but you get the point.

I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair. Crap, I'm going to make her cry. I knew I should have stopped seeing her after - at least what I thought was - a one-night-stand. How can women be so persuasive without saying anything!

"Raito!" A voice called for me.

"Oh no…" A strange sinking feeling washed over me when I recognized that voice. "I told you not to call me that!"

"Oh but Raito, that sounds so much cuter." Mikami Teru leaned over from behind me and wrapped his arms around my shoulders. "Just like you." He whispered just loud enough for both me and Misa to hear.

"Wipe that stupid grin off your face and let go of me already!"

"So mean Raito!" But even though he sounded disappointed, Mikami released me. I had completely forgotten the fact that Misa was watching this and I could only imagine what she must be thinking, but before I could explain, she said what most of the other girls that had dumped me did.

"Uh, I-I'm sorry. I must have been getting in the way of you two. Um, I think I should go now so…bye." She walked away from us at an awkwardly fast pace.

"Shit." I sighed.

"Tisk tisk Raito! Language."

And that's when I lost it. I spun around and gave him the worst glare that I could at that moment, which I found couldn't be very menacing since he was taller than me, but it did make him raise an eyebrow.

"Don't screw with me Mikami! Do you know how many girls I've lost because of you!"

"Oh but you told me you were gonna break up with that girl anyway."

"I was but…you…fine whatever! I just wish you would leave me alone." I began to walk away, remembering that I was late for work. The reason Misa was spazzing was due to the fact that I was taking a business trip to Tokyo, Japan for a week. I told her about it a couple days ago, but she was the worst listener I've ever met (and that was putting is very nicely).

Today there was a meeting set up to go over a few last minute details. Thank God I didn't have to pick up a new language since I grew up in Osaka. My parents were culture nuts and thought everything about Japan was wonderful.

"Are you planning on following me all the way to work?"

"You have good ears Raito!" Mikami caught up and started to walk next to me.

"Don't you have any shame when we're in public?"

"I can't help it when I'm with you, Raito. Did I mention that your hair is really soft today?"

I sighed and couldn't help but smirk. It's not like I hated Mikami or anything; we had been friends since well…forever. I have also known he was gay and he liked me for about that long too. It must have had some kind of influence on me when I finally figured out that I was bisexual. But don't take that the wrong way! I didn't hate him, but I didn't like him in that way either.

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