Death Note

How to Use It

XV

o When the same name is written on more than two Death Notes, the Note which was first filled in will take effect, regardless of the time of death.

o If writing the same name on more than two Death Notes is completed within a 0.06 - second difference, it is regarded as simultaneous; the Death Note will not take effect and the individual written will not die.

He'd never seen so many colors on a person before.

A young woman walked into the cafe he was currently sitting in, wearing possibly every color ever created in one outfit. His dark large eyes followed her movements in curiosity, possibly from boredom. She had thick blond hair that reached her mid-back in waves. From here, he could tell she had light colored eyes - most likely blue. She was wearing a black skirt with multi-colored polka dots patterning the material, green tights underneath to keep her legs warm from the dropping degrees of December, hot pink boots, a white feathered down coat with purple fur lining the hood, a red scarf, orange mittens, a yellow knit hat, and (from what he could see) some sort of pink shirt underneath. Even the purse she wore across her body was different colors patched together to look like a seventies quilt.

She had to be, by far, the most interesting person he'd ever laid eyes on. But...

Again, it could be because he was bored.

She wore a bright smile on her face, as if having the time of her life - despite only being in a cafe. She was extremely polite with absolutely every one she spoke to regarding her orders or even if she accidentally brushed against someone while walking towards a chair. She had obviously been brought up by warm loving parents that knew what they were doing. She was... quite beautiful too. Her skin was a clear pale nude color, with round cheeks that were a bit pink from the cold. Her eyes (definitely blue) sparkled from the fire in the fireplace to his right, glancing around the cafe absently before settling them on her book that she pulled from her purse. She had pink pouty lips that curved upwards naturally into a bow.

He had to admit, he'd never really had the chance to just look at a woman before until now.

He had returned to England a few years ago, settling in London because of how large it was. His face could be lost among the others and no one would notice him. When he had first arrived, he hadn't left the townhouse he bought for many months. The only time he even stepped foot outside, was to go across the street to this cafe and get coffee and as many sweets as he could get before submerging into his home.

Being without Watari was very difficult. He had been the only male figure in his life since attending Wammy's Orphanage. He had taken on a sort of father like quality towards him and had been an incredible help in all aspects of his life. He did regret making that awful mistake of not seeing it sooner - knowing Kira would go after Watari should have been on his mind. Unfortunately, so many other things had been going through his mind at the time.

Mentally shaking himself, he blinked and pushed his low feelings aside in order to look back at the girl that had peaked his interest. He now felt comfortable enough to sit down at the cafe - instead of just grab food and run - and especially enjoyed the fireplace during the cold weather. Christmas actually, was just around the corner.

It wasn't until then that he realized he'd been caught staring. By her. Her eyes hesitantly rose until locking onto his, causing his heart to speed up in betrayal. He wanted to look away, like he would normally do when he caught the eyes of someone, but the fact that her lips began to curve upwards at him stopped him from doing so.

Then she looked back down at her book. He swallowed thickly, the cup of coffee in his hand almost slipping from his grip on it. He had never been easy to get along with, and that included the female gender. The only women he had ever had contact with was either an accomplice in a crime or a team member that he hadn't even seen in real life. Keeping his identity hidden had been his top priority in his career as the "world's greatest detective".

His free hand lifted, running his thumb along his bottom lip in thought - still absently staring at the girl who had made his heart race. He wasn't the "world's greatest" anything nowadays. The title had been given to his successor, Near (or N), who he was quite proud of. He had resolved the Kira case with ease - thanks to the help of himself who had left many traces of information to his successor before "dying."

Because he should have died. But he didn't...

Movement in front of his eyes made his mind return to the cafe. In trepidation, he watched the girl stand from her seat and approach him with her book in one hand and her drink of some sort in the other. If his heart had raced before, it was completely silent now.

Silently, he stared at her as she sat in the chair opposite him. Giving him a friendly smile, she sat her book and drink down on the coffee table between them.

"Hello," she greeted politely - which was strange because normally if someone were to be staring at someone, he assumed they'd be uncomfortable and possibly leave the cafe all together. But she was different, he could tell from the start.

"Hi," he returned smoothly that didn't reflect how he felt on the inside. Which was excited and nervous all at the same time.

When he spoke to her, her eyes lit up and he watched them twinkle in interest. It was as if him speaking to her at all had made her life complete...

"I noticed you staring at me for a while and I sort of assumed you might be the shy type that doesn't confront people often - if ever - so I thought I might come and introduce myself if you don't mind," she said happily, before sticking an orange colored mittened hand towards his face. "I'm AJ."

He was stunned by her honesty and appraisal of him, with only a few minutes for an assumption and for, well - a stranger. She had to be intelligent - or just keenly observant. This was the point though, that he had a hard time with. Giving his name freely would leave him vulnerable and if he said his "alias" name to her, she would assume his previous identity.

AJ. Her name was AJ? He wondered if it stood for her real name but he didn't push the issue because he understood. She either wanted to keep her real name private - which was smart due to the fact that Kira (although dead) was supposed to be still out there somewhere to the public's knowledge, or it was because it was some nickname that someone had given to her at some point in her life.

Taking a deep breath and deciding at last minute, he took her hand with his.

"I'm Lawliet."

Death Note has taken over my life.

Please forgive the randomness of the story - it just wanted to be written down for my own enjoyment.

To be continued...