A/N: Oddly enough, I got the idea for this story when I was getting ready for bed in a tank-top and underwear (yes, I sleep in a tank-top and underwear! You got a problem with that?!). I just got to thinking, what would Matsuda do if he came home to a girl who slept in just a shirt and underwear? Hell, this could be a really funny story! So, yeah, I am a nut, forgive me.

Disclaimer! I own zip! Zilch! Nada! Dizzy is the only one who is mine. Yes, MINE!!

Part 1 Coffee Run

Touta Matsuda let out a large sigh as he walked down the street from the large hotel in which L, now called Ryuzaki, had chosen for their current meeting on the Kira case. He placed his hands in his pocket and felt the metallic clink of yen coins in which the others had given him so he could buy them late-night coffee from the corner shop. He did not really want to be the so-called "errand boy" as Ryuzaki had stated all too seriously. True, he was the one that had offered to go on a coffee run after he had felt his eyelids begin to droop at 11:30 at night, but Touta felt a bit uneasy when the others on the task force had seemed a little too eager to see him leave. They seemed to jump up at the opportunity and shoved their hands into their pockets to pull out their wallets and hand Matsuda their money. He thought that these signs showed that they were all too eager to get rid of him for a time.

Matsuda sighed again and pushed the unpleasant thought from his mind. It was nearly midnight and if he did not keep moving, he would end up asleep on his feet before he reached the shop, leaving everyone on the task force coffeeless and half awake. He kept walking, putting one foot in front of the other until he reached the corner café. He stepped inside, bells jingling as he opened the door signaling to the workers that a customer had arrived.

Matsuda took out the small slip of paper that had all the orders written down and looked around the shop. All the tables were empty; no customers were standing in line either. That's good, Matsuda thought happily. I can just grab the coffee and get out of here. The task force is going to need all the help they can get. Even though he felt that he was useless, Matsuda still wanted to help in any way that he could with the Kira case. He was not very experienced in the field but he wanted to give it his all and work his hardest to bring down the new "god" who called himself Kira. It was true that he felt in some way that Kira was doing good, but his opinions of Kira doing wrong outweighed his opinions of Kira doing good. Therefore, he was only too eager to take on the task of bringing him to justice.

Matsuda was pulled from his thoughts when a young girl who looked to be in her early twenties with shoulder-length, light-brown hair tied back in a ponytail walked out from the back kitchen and greeted him with a warm smile. "Good evening sir. How may I help you?" He voice was soft, yet very energetic even though it was twelve at night.

Matsuda found his cheeks growing warm at the sight of her and the sound of her voice and for a time, could not find his own voice. He did not know why, he had never seen this woman before in his life yet he found her stunningly beautiful. When he finally could speak, he stuttered a bit before what he wanted to say came out of his mouth. "Y-y-yes," he began, completely flustered. What was it about this woman that made his so nervous? "U-um, I'd like to order these drinks for four of my friends please," he said, handing the girl the slip of paper he had taken from his pocket. She read over it and smiled.

"And would you like anything?" she asked cheerily.

Matsuda started, flustered. Of course he wanted something. Nervously, he looked up at the menu behind the girl's head and chose something at random, though to him, it sounded good. "U-um, how about a-a Dark Chocolate Caramel latte?" He was sure his face was a bright red, but at this point, it no longer mattered to him.

He heard a giggle come from behind the counter and looked back down at the girl taking his order. Matsuda looked at her questioningly and when she finished her giggle, she answered his unspoken question. "You are really adorable, you know that?" she said, her joyous smile still plastered on her face. Matsuda swallowed hard; this girl really made him nervous. "Let's see," she said to herself as she diverted her attention to his order and punched a few buttons on her cash register. "You're order comes out to be 2487 yen." She then told a fellow worker to make the orders and waited for her customer to pay up.

Matsuda reached into his pocket and pulled out the coins the others on the task force had given him and sifted through them in his hand, counting them up. "Oh no…" he gasped.

She looked up from staring at the number displayed on the cash register and then at the money he had placed on the counter in front of her after counting. "What?"

He sighed, what should he do? "I only have 2250 yen," he answered nervously with another sigh. To his immense surprise, she smiled again at his statement.

"That's okay," she replied to his startled look. "I can pay for the rest." His eyes widened as if to say "really?" but drooped when she added, "But only on one condition."

"What's that?" He asked, afraid of what the answer would be.

The girl smiled mischievously. "You take me out to dinner tomorrow."

Again, Matsuda's eyes widened from shock. He was never the type to openly confess his feelings to a girl before, hence the reason he was a bachelor, and never in the twenty five years of his life had he expected a girl to just outright ask him on a date. Just when his face was beginning to cool down, it heated up again, this time more intense than before and he became flustered as he tried to find some excuse not to go to dinner with the girl. Yet in his mind, he truly wanted to take her out on a date. "B-but, I-I just met you. I-I don't even know your name." Matsuda mentally slapped himself. With the Kira threat of him only needing a name and a face to kill, why would she risk her life and give him her name? Then again, the name she could give him could be a fake name.

"Dizzy." Matsuda snapped back to the scene unfolding before him.

"What?" he asked, taken completely off guard.

"My name is Dizzy," she repeated. "Dizzy Wild." She stared at him, her face begging for him to tell her his name.

Finally, Matsuda managed to crack a smile, though it was nervous, it was still a smile. He reached back and scratched the back of his neck with his right hand. "Heh, well Dizzy, I-I would love to take you out to dinner, but I don't know if my schedule will allow it."

Dizzy smiled at the young agent's deep blush. "Well, you'll just have to check your schedule then, won't you?" She leaned across the counter and rested her head in her hands with her elbows on the hard surface.

Matsuda could feel a bead of sweat begin to fall down the side of his face. It took all the will power and courage he had not to turn and bolt out the door. "I-I guess I will." He absentmindedly put his hands back in his pockets. "Unfortunately, I don't have it with me."

Dizzy leaned back and stood up, taking the yen coins from the table and placing them in the cash register, she then pulled out some of her own money from her pocket and put them in the register as well. She closed the money tray and then began frantically searching behind the counter. Matsuda watched her curiously as she did so, wondering what she was doing, then startled him when she popped back up from digging under the counter in a cabinet, a white paper napkin in her hand. Matsuda did not know what to make of the situation at hand, nor did he know what this girl, Dizzy as she called herself, was doing. She began searching around the cash register, feeling around the counter top while mumbling to herself. "Let's see, I know I left it around here somewhere. Where did it go?" After a minute of searching she apparently gave up because she straitened up and addressed Matsuda with an expression of embarrassment. "Sorry, but do happen to have a pen on you? I seem to have lost mine."

Matsuda jumped and then frantically began digging through his pockets. He had no idea why she wanted a pen, but because she asked for one he thought it best to grant her wish. Finally, he found one sticking out of his back pocket. When did that get there? He wondered. Shrugging, he handed the pen to Dizzy who slapped the napkin down on the counter and began writing furiously. Within seconds, she handed both the pen and the napkin back to Matsuda. Bewildered, he took the pen back and placed in back into his pocket then timidly took the napkin from her hand and read over what she had written. 

It was her phone number with her name written above it. "Dezeray Anna Wild?" He looked up at the smiling girl before him. "Is that your full name?" he asked.

She nodded. "Yup! Everyone just calls me Dizzy for short, though." She pointed to the napkin in his hand. "Check your schedule and give me a call if you can't make it to dinner. We'll just have to make plans for some other time."

Matsuda's blush returned and he became flustered again. "U-uh, yeah, okay. I'll give you a call tomorrow morning, is that okay?" She nodded happily and he managed a small smile again. "Oh, and my name is Touta Matsuda. Sorry, I should have told you sooner." What am I doing? I can't tell her my real name. Matsuda screamed at himself, mentally beating himself for being stupid and letting his mouth run ahead of his brain. What if she is Kira? No, she can't be. There is no way a coffee shop girl could get classified police information without us knowing. Plus, Ryuzaki said that Kira was most likely someone who is close to a task force member. I only met Dizzy just now so she couldn't be Kira.

Dizzy chuckled. "That's okay. I would have asked you anyway before you left. It's really no big deal."

Just then, Dizzy's coworker walked out from the back kitchen with five full cups of coffee placed in a holder. Seeing this, Dizzy reached under the counter and pulled out a box in which she put the cups. She then handed the box to Matsuda who gladly took it from the other woman, eager to leave before he majorly humiliated himself in front of two pretty women. Thanking them both, he turned and headed out the door, but not before he said one last sentence to Dizzy. "I'll call you tomorrow, Dizzy. See you later." Then he turned and left the shop, turned to his left and headed back down the street towards the hotel in which the task force was staying for the next few nights. Once a good distance away from the corner café, Matsuda stopped and took a deep breath. "Oh-my-GOD," was all he managed to say about the situation. His first date in over five years and it was with someone who made him flustered and nervous.

The two women left in the small café exchanged glances until Dizzy's friend and coworker burst out into fits of uncontrollable laughter. Dizzy just stared at her friend in confusion for a while until she finally asked, "Soi, what are you laughing at?"

Soi grabbed her sides in an effort to regain her composure. She took a few deep breaths until she finally calmed down and was able to talk. "I saw you talking to that young man," she said while trying to restrain a giggle. "You scared him. By the look on his face, which was priceless I might add, he was not used to a woman acting so open towards him." At this, Soi began laughing once again.

Dizzy smiled and put her hands on her hips. "And why should I not act openly? I'm twenty three, Soi. I think it is perfectly fine for someone my age to act as I do. We're not going to live forever, you know so I might as well make the most of my life with the time I have."

It took a few minutes for Soi to stop laughing and actually be able to talk to her best friend with a decent composure. "I'm not saying that it is unnatural for you to act as you did. If you didn't you wouldn't be you. What I'm saying is that I thought it was hilarious how that man, Matsuda I believe, reacted to your forwardness. He was so shy!"

Dizzy's smile grew wider on her face. "I know! He was so adorable when he blushed I couldn't help but keep going so I could keep seeing his red face. Though I think I made him nervous when I did that."

Soi snorted. "Of course you did. It looked like he was forcing himself to stay rooted to the ground he was standing on." Soi began to start cleaning up the shop as she spoke, Dizzy following suit. Closing time was approaching rapidly and they had a lot to clean before they were able to close down and go home.

"So, do you think he will call me tomorrow?" Dizzy asked as she wiped down the espresso machine with a wet cloth.

Soi shrugged. "Possibly, it's hard to tell at this point. We barely even know the guy, aside from the fact that you make him nervous in varying degrees of cuteness." Dizzy chuckled at her friend's humor and continued to wipe down the machine with her cloth.

"I think he will," she said after a few seconds of silence. "I may have scared him a bit but I could tell he thought I was intriguing. He'll call, I know it."

Soi rolled her eyes. "Whatever you say, Dizzy, whatever you say."

A/N: Yes, I noticed that Dezeray is spelled funny. I LIKE messing with spellings. It is rather fun. I do it a lot.

Oh, and Soi is actually my best friend's character. I have not asked permission to use her but I'm sure my friend won't mind.

Please rate pouts I'll love you forever if you do! And if you don't, pulls out a knife from back pocket and gives and evil death glare I suggest you run to save your God-forsaken life.