DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN DEATH NOTE. If I did, L would still be alive.

First Death Note Fic.

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~L PoV~

"Misa-chan, you have to go. Ryuzaki and I have a lot of work to do," Light said as kindly as he could, trying to pry Misa off of him. The silly girl. How could someone like Light-kun fall for someone... so.... clingy.

"Bu-but Light-kun! I love you so much I just want to be with you!" Misa cried in a high-pitched voice. "And I don't want THAT pervert following us around!" she pointed a finger at me. Yes, Misa had voiced her dislike towards the handcuffs Light and I wore from Day 1. But it could not be helped. Even the slightest chance that Light-kun was Kira (Approximately 10% chance he was.) had to be taken in account.

Light-kun let out a long sigh and ushered the three of us to the door. "Misa-chan, I promise, when this is over, we WILL be together." Misa's eyes started to tear up. She nodded, and exited the premises.

I turned to Light-kun. "Misa seems.... persistent recently." Light-kun's response was an ever-so-classic eye roll.

"Ryuzaki, pardon me, but what in the world do you know about women?" I was slightly offended.

"Why, Light-kun, I have had experience with females. Unless Light-kun doesn't believe me...." I hung my head, my dark hair covering my vision.

"Honestly, Ryuzaki, I don't."

"That's understandable. If I told you about it, would you then believe me?" I inquired. Light thought about this for a second.

"Perhaps."

"Well, about eight years ago, I was working on a case in Hiroshima........."

"L, may I speak with you?" Watari's Gothic-style 'W' appeared on the screen, replacing the document I had been working on prior.

"Yes, Watari." I replied slowly. I really needed to get back to that case...

"I spoke with your school. They say your grades are impeccable." Of course, Watari had to speak to the school I was 'attending'. In reality, I'm only here to work on the case going on near by the school. No one would suspect a seventeen year old student to be the world's greatest detective.

"Excellent," I mumbled, thinking back to the case. Two more deaths this week. Different causes of death. Nearly no relation to the other. Nearly..... with the exception of the small cut made to each victims lower jaw, cut with something that seemed to be a scalpel.

"However, many of your teachers are concerned. You lack outside activities, and these are believed to be your ticket into college and scholarships." Watari explained.

"So you say to seem like a student, I must join an activity," I replied dully, staring at the blank wall of the small apartment we had rented.

"That is correct."

"Anything is fine." I replied as I clicked of the voice chat and returned to work, sipping on my coffee.

"Ryuzaki, I don't see the relevance." Light-kun said.

"Now, now, Light-kun. No need to be hasty," I reprimanded before continuing. "Now, two days later.....

"I tutoring?" I asked Watari. How.... fitting.

"Yes, English to be exact." Fine by me. "Thank you, Watari. I shall go meet..... Kaori Izumi at the cafe right now."

The cafe, approximately 5 blocks away, was nearly empty. In the back corner, a girl with chin length mocha hair, sat in a very relaxed manner. I walked over to get a better look at her, to make sure I was going up to the correct person. When she realized someone walking near her, she spun around, nearly falling out of the chair.

"Jesus Christ! Are you trying to kill me?!" The girl, Kaori, I assumed, shouting.

"On the contrary, I am in fact not Jesus Christ. Rather, I am an Atheist, thus I do not believe in Christianity," I replied as she rolled her eyes.

"Listen, kid, I don't care if you worship some alien religion. I just want to pass English so I can get the hell out of here. It's not as if I'm going to need English, anyway. I'm going to Tokyo." She said, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Quite the opposite. English is most commonly spoken language. You'd need it wherever you go." Kaori gave me a hard glare and she stood up. Even slouched in my usual posture, I was quite a bit taller than her. She couldn't have been more than five-five.

"Listen up, I don't care if Swahili was the most common language. The only language I need is Japanese. As long as I can pass my English final, I'm FINE," she growled, sitting back into her chair. Interesting.....

"Your temper is not necessary. As flawed as your point of view on the language may be, I cannot change your view. Now, shall we get started?" I asked calmly. Grudgingly, she nodded. I handed her the book I had been carrying around with me. She took one look at it, and with an incredulous look in her dark, opaque eyes, she threw the book at me. Had I not been gifted with such quick reflexes, the book wood have hit me square in the face.

"You ignorant bastard!" She shouted, alerting the whole cafe as to what had happened. I put my hands on her shoulders, trying to calm her down. The last thing I needed was to draw attention to myself. "Get the hell off of me, creep," She hissed under her breath. She shook off my hands and stormed out of the cafe as I looked dully upon the book, English for Dummies.

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Chapter 1, COMPLETE!

Feedback is loved, especially since this is my first Death Note fic.

How did I do in L's PoV? I hope it seems like him.....

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