Disclaimer: I own neither DeathNote nor InuYasha. Please enjoy!

A/N: Welcome to the new edit! I'm slowly editing these as I go along, feel free to re-read if you were already a fan! I hope that they're a little bit better now than they were in your memory, hahah!

PS: I did update the story a little, so some little things have changed, such as what part of the DeathNote plotline it takes place in, etc.


Chapter 1: Cake


Kagome walked home from school, slightly adjusting the yellow bag on her back. 'Luckily I don't have too much homework today,' Kagome thought, a small skip in her step. Today was the grand opening of Cake Castle Café. She couldn't wait to get a taste of the endorphin-making little piece of heaven called a cake. The rumor was that a cake from this café was supposed to bring you luck in love, along with being the best in the entire world. Kagome doubted both, knowing that this rumor was spread to get a large flow of lovesick girls and sweet-tooths into the shop.

And, ok, so maybe Kagome was attracted to sweets, just a little bit. What of it?

Cake Castle Café – CCC, or Triple C, for short – was packed to the brim; there were even people waiting for a seat near the storefront. Kagome saw a couple of her friends, but all of their tables were full. From over the sea of people, she did not see a single seat open. Again, she scanned the large café and finally spotted a booth nearly empty, save for the one person who was sitting there. The reason why there was only one person sitting there was obvious to anyone with eyes.

The man sitting at the table was… extremely eccentric, to say the least. That is, his eyes were wide and unblinking – judging from the bags under them, it looked like he'd never slept a wink in his life. He wore a loose white t-shirt and jeans, sitting in an awkward position in the booth, his knees up to his chest and pressed up against the table. His raven hair matched his eyes, and was messy and looked like he never groomed himself – much like Inuyasha, she mused. Kagome uneasily found that he was gazing at her as she walked over to his table. He managed to get her to meet his eyes once, but she looked down quickly, feeling uncomfortable.

"Excuse me, sir," Kagome said, as politely as possible, unsure if she should even be trying, "Do you mind if I sit here?"

"One of my friends is coming to meet me here," he replied, a thumb to his mouth. She was lucky she could hear him through the din in the café, as his voice came in almost a mumble. "You can sit here until then."

Kagome sat across from him cautiously, not sure what to think. He grabbed a menu, putting it between them like a shield, and she might've been offended if it weren't for the fact that he was obviously deciding what he wanted to order. Kagome picked her own menu up, her mouth watering as soon as she saw the varieties of cakes with their pretty pictures throughout the menu. While she was drooling over them, a waitress in a stereotypical cute maid outfit came up to them. However, she didn't look all that cute or happy, even with that huge smile plastered on her face. She placed a cup of tea delicately on the table, sliding it over to the strange man carefully, as if his odd aura could leap up and attack at any moment.

"Are you ready to order? What would you like?" She questioned, flipping open her order booklet, retrieving a pencil from behind her ear. Kagome stared over at the messy-haired man, who seemed to still be deciding on his own order, so she opened her mouth to reply.

"I'd like to order two slices of everything, please." Kagome gaped – that voice wasn't hers, but his! "Half of it is for you, of course," he quickly replied after glancing at her, noticing her open mouth, as if he was trying to answer an unasked question in advance. Kagome and the waitress both stared at him, wondering if he was kidding or not. When he gave both of them a serious look, the waitress turned around in a bit of a daze, replacing the pencil behind her ear. There was no reason for her to write down such an oddball order, so all she could do now was place the order at the counter.

"W-Why'd you do that?" Kagome protested after snapping out of her daze, "I could've ordered for myself, you know. I hope you're the one paying, I don't have enough for that!"

"It's quite alright," the man said, retrieving the sugar cube bowl from one side of the table and depositing all of them, one by one. "I can pay for it. I am a gentleman, after all. You, out of all the people here, did decide to sit with someone as strange as I am, after all..."

"I've seen stranger." Kagome said, honest and straightforward. "But I really have to repay you for your kindness." She thought about how she would ever be able to repay him - she didn't have much money on her, as she didn't have enough time to do a lot of part-time work. She paused in her line of thought, looking at him anew. "You know, I don't even know your name yet."

"Nor I yours."

"I'm Sango." Kagome lied suddenly. She wondered why her miko intuition told her to give an alias. "Sango Taisho."

"I am Hideki Ryuga. Nice to meet you… Taisho-san." He stirred his tea nonchalantly. "You're not related to the famous supermodel Sesshoumaru Taisho, by chance, are you?"

Luckily, Kagome was saved from answering that when three waitresses carrying two trays each came to their table. Ryuga didn't mind if there were cakes put onto the same plate – they brought out a few whole cake plates to piece together different cakes onto one. It was kind of funny, really. Chocolate, white, strawberry, and all flavors and colors of cake put together to make a strange whole cake – to Kagome, that "cake" reminded her of the mysterious Ryuga. An array of contrasting characteristics all bundled into one peculiar person. And wasn't Hideki Ryuga a famous actor...?

He immediately dug into the cake, snapping Kagome out of her thoughts. She gazed at the cakes, trying to decide which one to eat first. She pointed her fork to one cake, but saw a cake that looked just as good, and turned her fork upon that one instead. This pattern repeated itself; she had never had so many choices before! She was never going to get a taste of cake at this rate.

"Here," Ryuga said, bringing his fork with a bite of cake on it to her mouth, "Try this one." Kagome opened her mouth to protest, but this just gave him the opportunity to stick the fork in her mouth. Withdrawing the utensil, he watched as she chewed. Her eyes lit up, and she slowly smiled.

"That was good! Which one was that?" She asked after swallowing. Ryuga gazed at her oddly, like the gears were slowly turning in his head. "Ryuga-san?"

"It was strawberry butter cream, white, blueberry toppings." He said, quite specific. Although Ryuga was certainly bizarre, that didn't make him unkind. It was actually kind of… kind of…

"Oh, my gosh! Kagome!" She froze, turning to see her three friends – Yuki was the one who had spoken. They stood in front of the table, eyeing Ryuga. "Are you on a date?"

"What?!" Kagome burst out, for a moment not quite understanding a word that was said to her. Ryuga gazed up at Yuki with unblinking eyes - Yuki shifted uncomfortably, dropping her own gaze.

"Yes, we are." He suddenly remarked, causing the girls to unanimously say "No way!" "And if you'd excuse us…" They all nodded, walking toward the door, giggling.

"Just wait until we tell Hojo-kun!" One of the girls whispered, "He's going to flip when he hears he has competition!" Kagome groaned upon hearing this, covering her reddening face.

"Why'd you tell them that?!" Kagome whined, "That rumor is going to fly all over school tomorrow...! I won't see the end of it...!"

"A lie for a lie." Ryuga said without a flicker of remorse, stuffing another forkful of cake in his mouth. "Isn't that right, Kagome No Last Name-san?" He said with his mouth full. She sighed, her face returning to its normal color. She resumed eating the slice of cake he had described to her. It was mouthwatering… but why hadn't it tasted as good as Ryuga's?

"I'm sorry, Ryuga-san. For some reason, I felt uncomfortable telling my name first. After all, you didn't even give me your real name." Kagome popped a strawberry from one of her cakes into her mouth. She felt her eyes water slightly from the freshness, and was about to pop another one in her mouth when Ryuga stopped her. "Hmmm?"

"That's mine!" He said, snatching the stolen strawberry. She realized that it was true, watching as he ate the strawberry, licking her fingers of leftover juice. They continued to eat, but in silence. She realized too late that he managed to avoid her confrontation on his alias, and it would be awkward to try to bring it up again. "Can I ask you a question?" He asked, breaking the silence.

"As long as it isn't too personal," Kagome replied, taking the last bite of her second cake. "Sure."

"What do you think of Kira?"

She was extremely shocked – the cake never reached her mouth. Kagome was frozen with surprise, eyes wide. 'Kira? He's asking me about Kira? Is he being serious?' Ryuga watched her expression like a hawk, obviously interested in her reaction. Better hurry up and give him an answer...!

"Ahh, are you a Kira vs. L watcher? I don't really know what I should think about it. I have my own theories…" Kagome paused, mentally whacking herself on the forehead. 'Shut up! Your ideas are supernatural; he's going to think you're a nutjob! Just keep talking like a natural…' "But, it's nothing you'd want to hear." She blew the topic off, relieved to be off of it. "So, when –"

"Don't go off the subject." He asserted, his gaze never wavering from her. He hadn't moved from his position since he asked the question. "You have an opinion, say it. Don't let any fears of Kira or L get in your way." She blinked at him – Kagome was, strangely, beginning to trust Ryuga. There was something about him that was… likeable. Trustable. Even if he lied about his name, or…

"Kira is wrong. L is justice. Killing is a crime, no matter who is killed." Kagome responded, surprised at herself. He still gazed at her, but ate a bite out of another piece of cake. She waited for him to say something about this, but he just started eating again.

"My friend has just arrived." Ryuga replied suddenly, just as Kagome was about to put the fork full of cake in her mouth. "But it's alright. You can stay. After all, you want to pay me back, don't you?" She nearly choked on her cake.

"But didn't you say –"

"I changed my mind. Maybe you can still pay me back." He waved behind her, and she heard footsteps. Kagome turned to watch but was instead startled by the face of – of some kind of demon! It crouched in front of her, staring her right in the face. It grinned widely and wildly upon discovering that she was seeing it. She glanced over at Ryuga, wondering if this was the friend he was talking about, but he was looking at a familiar young man on the other side of the table, who slid into the booth next to her.

"Hello, Ryuga-san. I see you dug in without me," he glanced over at Kagome, slightly surprised. "And who is this?"

"This is Sango Taisho," Ryuga answered for Kagome, not letting her respond first. 'There must be a reason why he's using that fake name now, besides not knowing my last name…' She saw that the demon was now sitting next to Ryuga, still staring at her. It made her uneasy, and she tried not to shift uncomfortably. Neither Ryuga nor his "friend" seemed to see it. "Taisho-san, this is Light Yagami. We both attend Touhou University."

Touhou University?! Kagome tried not to gawk at them both. To get into such a prestigious university... Kagome cried inwardly; it had always been a dream of hers to one day go to Touhou. However, with her attendance and her terrible grades, there was no way she was going to even think of passing the entrance exam.

"Hello, Taisho-san," Light greeted, turning to face her with a friendly smile, "How do you know Ryuga?"

Again, Ryuga answered for her. "This is my girlfriend." Kagome gave him an angry, flat look as he smiled slightly – perhaps the equivalent of a grin for someone like him (or the equivalent of a twitch of Sesshomaru's lips, but either way…). Ryuga sipped his tea once more.

"For the record, I'm not his girlfriend," Kagome corrected, "I just sat here because it was the only table available at the time." Light seemed confused, but he chuckled a bit. "What's so funny, Yagami-san?"

"Ah, please, call me Light, Taisho-san," he replied, smiling at Ryuga. "Ryuga, I've never seen you flirt before. It's funny, I never really saw you as a lady's man until now!" Light laughed heartily; his friend only stuffed more cake into his mouth grumpily, ignoring his statement.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Ryuga mumbled while eating. While they "bickered" (if you could call it that), Kagome glanced back at the demon – actually, she figured it might be a Shinigami, although she had never seen one. She marked it off as her miko intuition at work again. The Shinigami seemed to enjoy the conversation – although he (she determined that it looked... male? She supposed shinigami didn't worry about gender too much) couldn't contribute. Kagome was the only one that could see him, and maybe even hear him, apparently.

'If it's a god of death, then…' Kagome blinked, coming to a conclusion. 'Is it… er, he here for one of us? Is someone going to die?' She was about to further this train of thought, but one of them said her "name." "Hmmm?"

"Are you alright? It looks as if you've seen a ghost." Ryuga said, inserting at least a dozen more sugar cubes into his tea, which had been refilled by their still somewhat dazed waitress.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Kagome replied, eating more delicious, delicious cake, trying to shake her mind off of the Shinigami in their presence. "And, please, call me Sango, both of you." The Shinigami chuckled, still looking to her face with unblinking eyes wider than Ryuga's.

"So, you were about to tell me your 'ideas' on Kira, weren't you, Sango?" Ryuga said, taking a teaspoon to mix his sugar-filled tea. Kagome laughed nervously, not knowing what to say. 'How do I tell people that I think there's more to the case than what humans know now? To explain things like Shinigami and demons?' Kagome decided to stick to the "realistic" aspect of her ideas.

"Well, Kira can kill with a face and a name… quite obvious, that fact," she said, poking at one of her cakes with a fork, "After all, L said so himself in his first broadcast. Kira lives in Japan, most likely the Kanto region. He kills with heart attacks, but I'm not sure... how." Kagome took a bite of the cake, not wanting to say a lot more; there was obviously some sort of magic at work here, though she didn't know what it could be. She hoped there were no demons about that were causing this kind of trouble.

"Correct," Ryuga said – as if this was a quiz, or test – ! 'Well... I shouldn't be so surprised, this guy is... very different.' Kagome thought, 'I wonder... with a personality like that and a complete interest in the Kira case, maybe this guy could be...' "Please, continue."

Suddenly, Kagome's phone rang, playing "The World" by Nightmare loudly, causing her and the people around her to jump. She dug around in her bag for her tiny phone, retrieving it among a pile of papers ('I hope that's not my math homework…') all crumpled up. The caller ID told her it was from home.

"Moshi-moshi?" She answered after flipping her cell phone open, trying to avoid the awkward stares of the two (technically three) people in the booth.

"Hello, Kagome," her mom's voice replied, "How is the new café? Is it any good?"

"It's great – you should bring brother sometime." Kagome said, using a more general term for Sota, if she was to assume that either of the people in the booth might research it, especially the one who she thought was… "But, really, what did you call for?" Her mother sighed.

"You know me so well. Inuyasha's practically bouncing off the walls waiting for you to get home. Could you pick up some ramen for him on the way home?" It was Kagome's turn to sigh.

"Alright, mom. I'll be home soon then. Love you."

"Love you, too."

Kagome hung up, placing her phone back into her bag. "It was nice to meet you two, but I have to get home now." She stood up, slipping on her backpack, making a move to leave.

"Where do you live? I'm sure Watari and I would be able to drive you there." Ryuga responded, eyes meeting hers (kind of, if only he'd lift up his head). What he didn't add was, "And so I can know where you live so you can pay me back." ... or something along those lines.

"Ah, no, I'm alright," Kagome replied tactfully, "I don't live too far, so I can just walk…"

"Then I will walk you home." He insisted. She sighed inwardly – there was no way she was going to get rid of him now. "Light, Watari can take you home." The teen nodded, and they all left together after boxing away all of the cake into three boxes. One was Ryuga's, because he had quickly eaten most of his; the others were obviously Kagome's. She insisted on carrying her own when Ryuga tried to take hers. He shrugged, handing them to her. He had no reason to fight with her about it. Light said his farewells, stepping into a – limo? Ryuga was right when he said he could pay for all of that cake!

"You know, you really don't have to do this," Kagome said, watching Ryuga's slouched walking form. "I can make it home on my own."

"And let you get away with not paying me back?" He questioned. "No." There was a silence for the longest time. 'Was that really all it was he wanted?' Kagome was really starting to wonder.

"Well, I actually have someplace else to go besides my house, so…" Kagome said, remembering the ramen she had to get. "You don't really need to walk me home…"

"Oh, where are you going? I have nothing to do at all today. I only wanted to meet Light-kun for a bit." Ryuga said nonchalantly, as if he didn't know that she was obviously trying to ditch him. "And I can get a ride home at any time."

Kagome's eyebrow twitched. 'I'm never getting rid of him, am I?' "Well, I just need to get some instant ramen for my… ah, little brother." This wasn't a total lie – Sota did like ramen, but Inuyasha liked it a whole lot more.

"I know a good place for that – there's a convenience store right around this corner," he said with what seemed to be his version of a smirk, which was hardly a curve of his lips. 'He's a clever s.o.b., isn't he…?' Kagome thought angrily as she followed him into the store he suggested. He took her cake boxes and opened the door for her - a perfect gentleman disguised inside some... oddball.

She strolled down the aisle, noticing that he hadn't followed after. Kagome turned to watch as Ryuga stood to one side of the door, carefully observing a man wearing a hoodie who just walked in. 'That man seems familiar somehow…' She had grabbed a shopping basket, so she filled that up with whatever different kinds of ramen she saw. She lost track of Ryuga. 'Well, if I lost him for the rest of the evening, then good riddance. Even if it meant he had all the cake...' The man was walking up the aisle, hand casually in his hoodie pocket. Nervously, she sidled down with her basket, but the man followed discretely.

Just as Kagome was about to make it to the cash register to pay, the man suddenly wrapped his arm around her neck from behind, pulling a gun casually out of his hoodie pocket and pointing it at her head. The cashier's eyes widened as the man grunted out his demands for all the money they had. The girl behind the counter was obviously scared stiff. Kagome couldn't blame her – she had fought countless evil demons of enormous strength before, but none of them had ever pointed sophisticated gun technology at her head – at such close range, too! No amount of bow and arrows could save her from this situation... 'Help, anybody…'

A foot abruptly came into sight, hitting the thief in the face. It gave Kagome just enough time to glance at her attacker – it was Yukio Kurosawa! His face was shown on the news many a time for his burglaries of small chain stores like the one they were in now. He was slightly taller than Kagome, with dark hair and an undistinguished face; it was no wonder no one could find him, since he looked like any average Japanese man! However, the only discernable feature on his face was a scar he had gotten from a ricochet bullet when running from the police, which was only noticeable if one was up close, since it was right below his ear, on the jaw line. And Kagome was definitely close enough to notice.

Kurosawa straightened up rapidly after being hit, roughly pulling Kagome by her hair to get her to turn around again as he pointed the gun at her head. She saw that her defender was Ryuga himself! He had taken off his beat-up shoes and thrown them aside, posing for what seemed like capoeira, which Kagome found surprising. She had seen it once or twice when she glanced at some extracurricular activities at school, but it wasn't a preferred form of fighting even there. Kurosawa laughed, pressing a knife against his victim's throat. 'A knife? When did he get that?'

"Unhand her immediately, or I will have to take action to ensure everyone's safety." Ryuga said, his gestures loosening as he began to do small ginga movements, swaying back and forth.

"Don't move or I'll –" Kurosawa began to say as he tightened his grip on the knife, but Ryuga executed a perfect martelo technique (which, basically, is a roundhouse kick in capoeira terms) straight to his temple, knocking him to the ground. Kagome ran past him, nearly dropping her shopping basket. She was amazed she had even still held onto it. Kurosawa groaned, the knife slipping from his fingers.

"You," Ryuga pointed at the frozen girl behind the counter, who jumped upon being spoken to, "Call the police."

Kagome watched Kurosawa carefully to make sure he didn't get back up. Unexpectedly, he gripped his chest, screaming in immense pain. "Ryuga-san –!" Kagome cried, getting his attention. He turned to watch the man, eyes wide.

The miko gazed flabbergasted as a dark-colored flash of light flew into Kurosawa's chest. Just as quickly as it had started, it was over.

The thief died of a heart attack.


Kagome stood outside of the convenience store with the bag of ramen in her hand. The ambulance and police lights flashed through the night, reflecting off of the glass doors as they opened, and she caught a glimpse of a stretcher being rolled out, a blanket over a mass laid out on it. She looked away only to find Ryuga standing there, examining her expression silently.

"Are you okay?" He asked after awhile. His assessment of her mental health seemed to only just begin. "I know that it's hard on victims, so I just came to say –"

"What do you mean?!" Kagome cried out, her voice cracking. "That man, he died because of Kira...!"

"Shhh, now you don't know that –" Ryuga swiftly tried to mollify her.

"Why else would he die of a –" She gasped as he pressed a hand to her mouth, dragging her to a quieter locale, where there weren't as many police listening. Kagome barely struggled, too surprised at his boldness. Was this the same Ryuga who had been so strangely sitting at the café, waiting for a college friend?

"Kagome-san, you'll be okay. Is this the first death you've seen?" He asked calmly, stroking her hair, which was strangely soothing to Kagome – although she should tell him to stop, she didn't.

'The first death wasn't human… Mistress Centipede was a demon… but…' Kagome gazed off, images of human body parts strewn across the ground, mothers' detached arms still holding on to crying children, the village in disarray due to demons – But this... this was different. It was in her era, an era where death and murder were things that happened on television. It helped snap her back into reality more than anything. 'And even if he was trying to kill me… what a way to die! At the hands of Kira, no less...!'

"Kagome-san, can you hear me? Kagome!" Ryuga patted her head, and she came out of her reverie. "You've been traumatized. I'm sorry that this happened to you. Here." He handed her the boxes of cake – she had nearly forgotten about them after the convenience store attack. "I know sweets don't make it all better, but they sure do help."

Kagome was sure he was joking, but his serious expression on the statement only made her burst out laughing, her thoughts and fears suddenly cleared from her mind. "Yes, I'm sure they do!" Kagome took her cake boxes, and they walked up the street together. "I guess I won't be able to get rid of you now, will I? I feel like such a damsel in distress! I suppose you'll at least be a gentleman and walk me home now, since it's so dark." She smiled whimsically.

"I was being a gentleman before, you know." Ryuga scolded, adjusting one of his shoes with his other foot while Kagome kept on walking. He caught up when he was done.

They walked in silence, the noises of the night the only sound to interfere. "Hey, Ryuga-san."

"Hmm?" He murmured, gazing down at their shoes.

"Are you L?"

She didn't know why she was asking, honestly. It was obvious from television that L was very reclusive, never showing his name or face, never having to be at the scene of the crime to be able to solve the case. But... the way he talked about the Kira case, his interest in it... the fact that Kira needed a name and a face in order to kill... it may have lured the reclusive L out of hiding. Kagome wasn't book smart, but she was people smart. Ryuga definitely had the characteristics she would imagine L to have, without a doubt.

Ryuga's eyes widened slightly in surprise. Kagome watched him carefully as they stopped at the corner, waiting for the light to tell them to WALK. It was maybe only a second before he responded with, "What would make you think that?"

"That was a bit of a fast response, wasn't it? That kind of quick thinking leads me to believe you're L. Plus, you have a deep-rooted interest in the Kira case for some reason." Kagome glanced both ways on the street, and began to cross, even though the light was still on DON'T WALK. Ryuga quickly followed.

"Ok, so what if I was L. What would you do about it?" The strange man asked, a thumb pressed to his lips as they stopped in front of a shrine. Kagome paused to think about it.

"Well, I'd say I was rooting for you, and that I hope you catch Kira." She said, giving a small grin, "But, ahh, this is where I live, so I have to go; my mom's probably worried sick, since I had to be interrogated by the police for so long."

"Kagome Higurashi." He said plainly.

She tilted her head. "What?"

"I found out your surname. This is the Higurashi family shrine, with the adjacent Bone Eater's Well Shrine." He waved at her. "Good-bye, Ka-go-me." The way he said her name sent a chill up her spine, which was an oddly nice feeling. She laughed at the thought

"Seeya later, Ry-u-ga!" She mimicked, climbing up her family shrine's many steps.

Ryuga, most called him, turned, opening the door to Watari's vehicle and sliding inside. He monitored Kagome as she walked up the steps, school skirt swaying. And then that man became L, the elusive detective on the case of Kira, the serial killer. He tapped on the glass that separated the front of the car from the back, and Watari rolled it down.

"Yes, Master Ryuzaki?" The older gentleman said as they pulled away from the curb. L sat in his usual position, thumb to his lips – but today there was something different… perhaps it was the small smile that grew there.

"Remind me when we get home to look up… Ka-go-me Higurashi."


Ryuk, meanwhile, observed Kagome entering her home from his perch on a lamppost nearby. If he weren't already, Ryuk would've grinned. "Kagome… I see you've come back."


Next time: Ryuk and Kagome met? When did this happen?! And L sees something… atrocious! What could it be? Find out in the next chapter!

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Edited/Updated 1/15/15