A/N: A Death Note fanfiction, and it's a love story! So, I took this online quiz to see what DN guy I would get, obiviously it was L, and it gave all the details and other crap. So, Im making a fanfiction about it. Only the plot belongs to me, none of the characters or DN do. The results came with a story, but I didn't really want to use it. Rated M for language, Enjoy!

Asylum

I was sitting beside my best friend in the whole world, Mail Jeevas. But he liked for me to call him Matt, his alias. I would visit him often at the Wammy House, and would even stay the night with him. No, I didn't love him and he didn't love me. We were only fourteen and two years ago, we started hanging out. I loved visiting the Wammy House, it was creepy looking and dark, which is why I loved it. I wore gothic colors, just not gothic styles. Matt looked at me and sighed, "You beat me. How? Im an expert at this game!"

"I don't know, but I beat you. Ha ha." He rolled his dark blue eyes, "You probably cheated." And the next thing I knew, I was sitting on his back, pulling his arm.

"Ow! Ok, ok! I give, you didn't cheat!" I got off and giggled. Matt rearranged his brown hair, mummbling. "What?" I asked with a growl. "Nothing. Jeesh, Rose, your a freakin' monster."

Hikuro Yami, that was my name. But Matt gave me the nickname of "Rose" because I loved roses. And it was true, I was a freakin' monster. My talenst were singing, picking locks, quit wits, and now, beating Matt at video games! I had bright green eyes and very dark brown hair with scarlet red tips. Me and Matt were 14 at the time, and I had a plan for tonight that I was probably gonna get in trouble for. "Alright Matty, Im gone." I got my black hooded zip-up jacket and walked down the hallway. "Alright Rose, bye."

I pulled the hood over my head and my brown boots tapped the sidewalk as I walked towards the hit-place. Why I was doing this, I didn't know. My mom had died in a shooting, but she has taught me how to shook, stab, and defend myself in other ways. I was sick and fucking tired of my dad staying out late at night, and now that he knew why he was...

The pocket knife that was folded up in my jacket gave me alittle comfort as I wrapped my fingers around it. This was the last thing my mom gave me before she was killed. And that small blade was what I was going to kill my dad with. Matt had no idea about this, and I wasn't planning on telling him. If I went to jail, or prison, then I don't know what he would do without me. Sure, he was the third smartest person at Wammy's, but he would be crushed without me...

I was trembling, my dad's limp body lay infront of me. I had hidden in an alley near the exit of the club and when he walked by, I stabbed the basterd in the fucking stomach. "Dad... Im sorry. But I know that you sell drugs and that you were the one who had mom killed." He looked up at me, his green eyes slowly growing dim. "Hmmm, I love you Yami. I understand..."

Silver tears fell down my face as I pulled the knife from him and ran. I locked the door and leaned against it as I slid down and cried harder than I ever had before. The next morning, I woke up still infront of the door. A knocking sound rang through my ears and I opened the door. "Hello?" I asked shyly. The man infront of me had on a bright blue suit and a shiny gold badge. "Yami Hikuro, you are under arrest for the murder of Uchi Hikuro-" I didn't need to hear the rest, I had heard it all before. And now, I knew I was going to jail. Matt Im so sorry, forgive me.

When I got out, I was eightteen. And waiting for me at the gate of the prison was Matt. He looked... different. I ran to him and squeezed him tight. "Oof! Jeesh, Rose, I missed you too." Yep, this was my Matt. But still, he was taller and his hair was alittle longer. And his clothes were different too. He was wearing goggles, black gloves that went to just below his elbows, a red and black long-sleeved shirt, black boots, and a vest.

"What the hell Matt? Are you some kind of hooker now?" I ask with only a hint of sarcasism. He shrugs, "What? You don't think I could be a hooker?" "No. Your not that type." "Oh, what's that suppose to mean Ms. Just-Getting-Out-Of-Prison?" I answer with a soft punch to his arm. He opened the door to his car and got in. Then, rolled down the window, "Im not opening your door. You were mean~" I roll my eyes and get in. Matt hit the gas and we drove away from the place I had spent the last four years of my life.

The next morning, I woke up in Matt's bed. He had insisted that I sleep there while he slept on the couch. He had a pretty nice apartment. It was also pretty well hidden. I went into the living room/kitchen (there wasn't a wall or door seperating the two) and saw Matt still alseep on the faded blue couch. The TV was on and he had a controller in his hand, and drool was dripping down his face. "Dear God, Matt."

He snorted alittle and opened one of his eyes. The brunette sat up and stretched and yawned. On the coffee table infront of the couch was a pack off cigarettes. I picked it up and glared at him. "Your eightteen, you. Dont. Need. To. Smoke," I say as I grab them and wave them in his face. Matt snatched them and growled, "It's your fault. They were a disraction from you." He took one out and lit it, inahled some of the smoke, then blew a ring out into the air.

I sighed and went into the kitchen, opening the fridge and feeling to coolness wash over me. It felt like I was getting out of prison again, the air felt cooler then because I knew that now I could stay in it all I wanted. "What 'cha doing Rose?" Matt asked as he walk in beside me. My bright green eyes blinked and I closed the door. "Im hungry and you have nothing in your fridge." He shook his head, "So what? You want me to take you out to get breakfast?"

Matt had taken me to a new café that was bulit down the block. It was a quiet little place and the food was great. Now, we were walking around just talking. Something I hadn't done in a while. Matt was talking about the things that had one on at Wammy's and why he had gotten the apartment.

"So Matty, what are the guys like that were in Wammy House?"

"I don't know, but they are way to young for you." He had his eyes closed with a cigarette in his mouth, and then he peeked at me. I stuck my tongue out and tilted my head. "I didn't say I liked any of them. That Mello guy looked like a damn girl."

My eyes wondered across the street. There was a young man, probably in collage, walking. His eyes kept shifted over to someone who was walking towards me and Matt. But, I didn't look in front of me fast enough before I crashed into him. And of course, I was the only one who fell. I glanced at the guy walking and saw he had a smirk. He had brown hair and brown eyes, and he was smirking because I fell! I look up and see a hand stretched out to help me up. I grabbed it and stood up, turning my head to look at Matt, I saw a surprised look on his face and a shocked expression in his eyes. Then, I look at the person I ran into and froze. He was gorgeous. His hair was tousled and raven colored, and his eyes were midnight orbs with black shadows under them. He looked like a panda, except he was thin and lighty tanned. This man was perfect.

"Are you alright?" he asked. Even his voice... "Uhh, yea. Im fine."

Matt stepped between us, I didn't even realize that we had got that close. "She said she was fine. Rose is a tough girl, Im pretty sure she can survive a bump." Was Matt getting jealous? No, we both knew that the only feelings between us were feelings of friendship. The man looked at Matt, the tips of his mouth curling up in a slight smile. "Is that so Mail? Alright, once again, Im sorry for running into you." And he then walked past us. Matt watched through his orange tinted goggles, then he looked at me again.

"What was that about?" I asked him as we started to head back to his apartment. "And how does he know your name?" The brunette shrugged, "I don't know. He visited Wammy's sometimes and saw me while he walking down the hall." I could tell he was lying, but didn't bother asking again. Then it hit me, Matt was only lying about he didn't know. I saw him sometimes at Wammy's too.

A few days later, I was walking back to Matt's place from going to get him a pack of cigarettes. I don't know why I agreed to, I guess I just got used to it. It was almost dark outside, so I was trying to hurry and get home. Yes, I called it home now. Matt's or Matt's place was just to hard for me to remember, and it would be awkward in a conversation. That's when I saw him, the guy I had bumped into a few days ago. He was standing in front of the glass window of a cake shop, looking in as if he intended to buy every cake. His thumb was perched on his bottom lip, as if he was in deep thought. But I guess he wasn't, when I walked past, his hand reached out and grasped my arm.

I flinched, but that was the only movement I made except for the rise and fall of my chest for breathing. Damn! He had noticed.

His midnight orbs looked away from the cakes and looked at me. He stood up straiter, but his back was still curved alittle. I swallowed a lump in my throat and turned to look at him. He noticed his hand was still holding my arm, and let go. "What are you doing out this late?" he asked in a voice that could kill. I manage to choke out, "I was going home- until you stopped me." He smiled and blinked. "Well, let me walk you home. It can make up for me knocking you down." I didn't protest, it was hard to when he was being a gentleman.

We walked until we were at the door. Just as I was about to say good night, he handed me a slip of paper with numbers written on it. "I had a feeling I would see you again, so I wrote my number on a piece of paper and carried it around all day. My name is Ryuzaki, and I guess your name is Rose?" I stared at the piece of paper, "Uhh. No, Matt just calls me that because I love roses. My real name is Yami Hikuro."

Ryuzaki nodded. "Well, dont just give your name out to strangers like that. One of them could be Kira. Good night Yami-san." And he walked away. Kira?

I walked into the living room and threw Matt his cigarettes. He paused his Mario game and caught them. " It's 'bout time. I was about to come looking for you. What to so long?" I sat down on the couch beside him, "That guy I ran into. I saw him again and he apologized again. He said his name was Ryuzaki."

Matt shook his head. "Impossible. Rue Ryuzaki, he went to Wammy's House too. Then, called himself Beyond Birthday. He became a murderer and then tried to commit suicide, but was stopped and sent to prison. Then, he died of a heart attack." He took a puff of his cigarette, "Alot of people think it was Kira." Then I remembered. "Yea, who is Kira?"

"He is a killer. There is pro- and anti-Kira. The pro-Kira peopled think that he is killing off the bad people to create a new world full of peace. The anti-Kira peopled think that he is just killing criminals, no good because he is becoming a killer." I nodded, and he went back to playing his game.

I stared at the piece of paper that the so called "Ryuzaki" had given me. Was it possible that it was just a possibility that they had the same name? Of course it could, people all over the world had the same name as others. I took out my phone and dialed the number. It rung about four times before someone picked up. "Hello?" asked what sounded like an old man.

"Umm, is Ryuzaki there?" I asked uncertainly. I could hear mummbling and then he asked, "Who is asking?"

My eyes widened at the question. Ever since Matt had explained the Kira thing to me, and with Ryuzaki's warning, I had been cautious. Wait, he knows my nickname. If this is him, he should know when I tell him... "My name is Rose." Mummbling was heard again before the was a beep as if the call had been transfered. "Why hello there Rose. Yes, this is Ryuzaki. Im at work now, so can we meet somewhere if you wish to talk?" My heart skipped a beat at the sound of his voice. I nodded, but then knowing he couldn't see, I sighed. "S-sure. How about the café where we were at the other night?"

It had been about a week since I saw him at that café. "Sure. See you there." The line went dead, so I got dressed. I put on a long-sleeved black top, dark denim jeans with holes on the knees, and black converse sneakers. I was glad that Matt had taken me to go shopping for clothes two days ago. I desperately needed some, so I bought a few outfits and then the black sneakers.

"Bye Matt. I'll be back soon." He dragged on his half gone cigarette and paused his racing game. "Where are you going?" "On a date, I guess." The brunette smiled and ruffled my dark brown hair. The tips were still that blood red color, I dyed them permantly. "I just fixed my hair! Dammit Matt!" I said as I quickly combed through it with my fingers. "Just be careful, Rose. If you need help, just call. I'll be there to beat the guy's ass in a heartbeat." "Ok, Matty. If you say so." I gave him a kiss on the cheek and walked out the door.

A/N: That's the end of this chapter. I named this chapter "Asylum" after the song "Asylum" by the band Disturbed. I know it doesn't really make since, but I dont freakin' care. Btw, you should listen to that song!

I really like this story, so I think it will be my main purpose for right now. So, I'll finish the chapter Im on of my others stories, then just focus on this story. Leave a review!