Disclaimer: I do NOT own any of the original Death Note Character, Emily, on the other hand, is my character.

OK, this is my first FanFic for Death Note, though I have borrowed my friends account a couple times and written stories for her.

I'm a Death Note newbie, so be gentle. Give me flames and compliments and whatever else, I don't care, just REVIEW!!

Back round:

Tokyo, Japan. A few days before L. has the meeting with ICPO.

Emily snuck carefully up the stairs of the multi-story hotel. She had broke into the security room a few minutes earlier when the guard left for the restroom, and hacked the computer so it showed only empty stairs for the next 40 minutes. She quickly made her way up the stairs to the 30th floor, no easy task by the way. The pent-house was on the 30th floor, and you had to be rich to stay in that suite. Which would mean a major payday for her. She checked her watch, 1:30. Perfect.

She got to the top floor, and then stopped to catch her breath. It is NOT easy to climb thirty flights of stairs in under 15 minutes. But she only had a limited amount of time. She quickly checked her reflection in the shiny doorknob, her light brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail and tucked under her hat. She had stolen some contacts from some woman's purse a few days earlier. They made her normally green eyes a very pretty shade of blue. She wore a too-big black hoodie to hide her feminine figure, and black flare-jeans. She wore gray tennis shoes, and no socks.

Emily started to pick the lock, which took longer than usual. An extra 5 minutes, not good. She eventually got the locked picked and slowly opened the door. She wasn't afraid of the door squeaking, all hotels kiss-up to the rich folk, making sure everything is absolutely perfect, giving all the attention to the rich peoples while the middle-classers got the crappy, one bed-one bath rooms that occupied most of the hotel.

She peeked inside, seeing no one, she entered quickly and silently shut the door behind her. She wasn't afraid of the cameras catching her, if they did, all they would see was black clothes and blue eyes. No definite gender, no definite age. She was in the clear.

She slowly walked toward the first doorway. She noticed a soft blue glow coming from that room, and the almost in audible buzz of a computer. Her footsteps made only the slightest noise as she moved, the only way anyone would be able to hear it was if they were standing right next to her. "Or behind me" she thought. "No", Emily pushed the thought from her mind. She couldn't afford to get nervous now. These rich people had all types of connections and untold power. Money made the world go round, these rich-ies could do anything they wanted to her.....and, with enough money, get away with it easily.

She peeked around the corner. Someone was sitting in front of the computer. They were in a very odd position. They're knees were pulled up to their chest, with their hands resting on their kneecaps. Their skin was so pale, it was almost glowing in the darkness. His(He was definitely male) clothes were baggy, his shirt seemingly part of his skin in such poor light. If it hadn't been so loose, she would've guessed he wasn't wearing a shirt. It looked as if he hadn't used a brush in years, and like he hadn't gone outside for a couple years either.

His face was glued to the screen, so Emily quietly slipped by the door and went to the back room. She looked around, and grabbed some random sculpture off a table. It was about a foot long, and maybe a 6 or 7 inches wide. It was some overly skinny and tall woman, who needed to join the 20th century and put on more than a cheetah skin. Not worth much, but it could be a good weapon. She set it quietly at the bottom of the pillow case. She continued to grab anything of value as she wandered around the room.

She moved over to a desk, and opened the first drawer as quiet humanly possible. Empty. The same as the second, and the third. After that she gave up and moved over to the dresser. The first drawer contained nothing but baggy white shirts. She grabbed one and put it in the bag. "A change of clothes!" She thought happily as she grabbed a pair of jeans as well. She had only one more outfit besides the one she was wearing, and it was in dire need of a wash. The jeans looked like they could easily fit her. "Wow, that guy is REALLY skinny"

Emily quickly made her way over to the bed-side dresser, nothing. She looked over at the bed, it looked as if no one had even slept in it yet. The little mint was still on the pillow. She grabbed it and put it in her pocket. She walked over to the safe in the walk-in closet. The safe was locked, but she cracked the code in minutes. There was a big diamond necklace, about 2,000 bucks cash and......a cheap toy plane. She guessed a couple of rich people brought there kids to the hotel, and during the midst of a fight over the plane, one of them locked it in the safe, and forgot the code. "Oh well, their loss my gain!" She greedily put the cash in her front pocket, never her back, and wrapped the necklace around her wrist and clipped it, like a odd-looking bracelet. She slid her sleeve over it.

There really was nothing else in the room, so she decided it was time to leave. She got up and looked over the room one last time to make sure she didn't miss anything. Proud of her handiwork, she turned around to get her goods out of the room, and while doing so nearly ran into the odd man who was supposed to be in front of the computer.

Emily let out a small gasp of shock as she looked into his big and un-blinking eyes. She was sure some people would say "It's not what it looks like!" in this situation, but she wasn't one of those people. What else could it be? She was in his room, uninvited, in all black, with pillow case full of random items, and...oh yeah...she was STEALING those random items!

"Ummm....." She felt like she was about to puke. She was expecting him to yell at her or scream for security, or for him to do something! But he didn't, he just looked at her with those big eyes. He was hunched over, kinda like he was carrying something heavy on his back, and he was biting on his thumb nail in an extremely cute way. He turned his head slightly to one side, he looked curious. Emily didn't know what to do, his staring at her was making her nervous, and she expected security to burst in at any moment. This had never happened to her before. And she never did well in new situations, her vision turned black at the edges, and her knees gave way under her. She swayed and the ground came up to meet her. Just as she was expecting the carpeted floor to smack against her head, a pair of skinny, yet strong arms grabbed her and set her gently on the ground. "He helped me?" she wondered as her eyes shut and she slipped away into blackness.

So whatd'ya think? Good, bad, terrible? Why don't you review and tell me what you thought. If no one reviews, I'll think no one wants to read it, so I won't continue it. And if you think it sucks and I shouldn't continue it anyway, tell me! I want at least 4 reviews. 4 is a reasonable number, is it not? Really, I need to know if it's not. Bye for now!

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