Chapter One

"The way to a man's heart is through his stomach..."

"Oh, come on, Casy, that is just a bunch of bull. All guys just say 'food' because they want to get into a girl's pants. It has always been like that." Oh, yes. I have had my experience with men. And it was a complete waste of my life. With every guy that I have dated, it comes down to the same thing: sex. Geez, as if we didn't have enough perverts in the world.

Hi, my name is Avy Weden, and I am in Japan, searching for a job and avoiding all of my ex-boyfriends in America. I arrived in the Kanto region about three months ago, but I just can't seem to find the right job for me. Oh, and my friend, Casy, is my 'partner in crime'. Well, actually, I bumped into her on the street about a month ago, and we totally hit it off. She's like the sister I wish I had but never did. We have been job hunting together for awhile.

"Well, Avy, not every man is the same, you just have to wait for the right one to come along. Be patient. He will jump out of nowhere when you least expect it," Casy told me, sounding actually professional for once. Too bad for her, I had to bust her bubble.

"So...now I will become paranoid about someone who plans to jump on me...fun," I said back, sarcasm dripping off every word. She made a face.

"Oh, well I apologize..." Casy replied, with fake hurt in her voice. "Well, it doesn't matter. You know, I think we should dye your hair. That chesnut color is just too plain on you..."

"WHAT?! How totally random!!" I cried. "FYI, no stranger is going to lay a finger on my hair. Besides, the color goes with my eyes. You know, gray?"

Casy looked at me. "Well, ummm...sorry...haha...I just don't see it!" she laughed. "Now MY gorgeous black hair really suits me!!"

I suppose I made a funny face after she said that, because she started to laugh harder, which made me giggle a little bit, too.

"Well, what do you suppose we do for a job?" I asked her after we calmed down. "My rent isn't going to pay for itself, and my savings are going down the drain. I could last until the end of the month, but seriously, we need to find a job!"

Casy, putting her fingers to her temples, sat there and thought for a few seconds, before she started to sniff the air. I noticed her doing this, so I decided to take a whiff. That's when I smelled the most delicious chocolate cake ever!! (And trust me, I know my desserts!) We left our little table at the outside cafe, walked down the street, and took a turn to the left. It kinda felt like we were walking in slow motion, and the excitement of an adventure was building up.

Casy gasped. I just dropped my jaw. Right there, RIGHT in front of us, was the most glorious thing we had ever seen in Japan.

"A BAKERY!!" Casy squealed. "We could soo work in a bakery. I know how well you can make desserts, and I can make some kick-butt bread and pizza, if I do say myself. So, what do you say, partner?" She turned to me, sparkles in her big puppy dog eyes. Anyone could tell that she wanted this job.

"Well," I started slowly, "we could get some money..."

"OH, THANK YOU!! YAY!! Now we can work together!!" Casy shouted, glomping me with surprising strength. Yep, definitely like a sister.

So, I finally have a job, and it is something that I am good at. We enjoyed working hard to make something for the shop, and our boss really liked us. It was refreshing, going home, and you still have dough on you. Everything was going peachy, until the day I first made a different treat for the shop. That day would forever change my life.

It was a beautiful, double stacked, white chocolate cake, with dark chocolate icing, each side of the round dessert surrounded by chunks of oreo bits. The top of the cake was as smooth as glass, and in the middle, a small mountain of fluffy whipped cream with a cute little cherry on top. Delicious, no? Even my mouth was watering as I carefully walked to put it in the display, keeping Casy as far away as possible. She was acting like a crazy monkey trying to steal the cake I had just finished. I couldn't blame her. It deserved to be called a masterpiece.

Too bad, as soon as I placed it in the display box, some old man, maybe in his sixties, bought it before I could take a picture. Boo...

"Hmmmm..." he mumbled, "this is quite a well made cake. Did you make this?" he looked at me, smiling that old guy smile, you know, the kind that makes you feel like you're talking to your grandfather?

"Ummm...yes, I did. Thank you for the compliment. I worked very hard to make it." I shyly answered, blushing from embaressment. I always feel embaressed when I get a compliment. I guess I just flatter easily.

"Yeah, she can make one hell of a pie, too!" I elbowed Casy's ribs as she flung her arm over my shoulder, warning her to mind her language. "She's talented when it comes to sweets!!" She grinned like a maniac goofball. I felt myself flush even more.

"Well, that is a fine talent for one so young. A friend of mine really enjoys sweets. I suppose you could say...he lives off of them." The old man gave a hearty laugh. After we finished chatting about the young man, he thanked me for the cake and quietly left the store.

"Oh. My. Gosh! Avy, you could so be a master dessertitian...or something...whatever, anyway, you got your first customer!" Casy squealed for me, making me grind my teeth in pain.

"Casy, I love you and all, but my ears just can't handle that...ugh." I shuddered at the thought.

"Come on now girls, get back to work, " our boss, Mrs. Yamamoto, said in an amused voice. "We still have a lot of work to do today."

Casy whined. I just smiled and nodded my head in agreement. My first customer...I really liked the sound of that. I suddenly started to feel like a house-wife, and my mind drifted off to the young man who supposedly "lived off of sweets". I imagined what he looked like, until I decided that he was probably fat and unhealthy. Man, I don't think I will ever be able to find a normal guy to date. That would just be impossible for me.

Author Note:

Hey, guys, this is fishie-twin, and this is my first fanfic to put on this site. YAY!! Well, here is a bit about the story.

If you haven't already figured it out, this is a L love story. My friend at school recommended that I write a Death Note fanfic because I have seen and read a lot of Death Note. My characters, Avy and Casy, are my original characters, and I have based them off of my personality. Casy is the fun, hyper part that I hardly ever show except when I am with my friends, so this was a good way to vent out that extra hyper (eheh...--'). Avy is the part of my personality that I usually show at school, shy, easily flattered (that is really a problem for me...I end up saying yes to things I really don't want..). Unfortunately, I do not own Death Note or its fabulous characters, although I wish I did.

Please give me some insight on what you thought about this story of mine. I have already started on chapter 2, and I plan on continuing further into the story line. Also, this story does NOT involve Kira. I read way too many Kira stories, so I chose not to do one.