*Author's Note: Hello everyone! So I've been working on this story for forever, and please don't kill me because I literally have like a million stories started at one time! I swear I'll get around to them all! :)

Anyway, I've always been so interested in L's personality, and really wanted to write a story where he was the love interest, because he's so socially awkward! Haha. And here is the fruits of my efforts! I will mention now some important factors, and please read them!

1... I've made a couple tiny changes to the plot. They really are super tiny so you probably won't notice them.

2... I will have to change the ending a bit for the plot of the anime to line up with my own plot. I won't give away what happens!

But if you're one of those people who hate it when stories stray from the original then you probably won't like mine.

Anyway! If you choose to continue then please enjoy! And please please please review and let me know what you think! I love to read them! :) **

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Growing up, I never believed in God. I didn't even believe in Fate, or any such existence that I couldn't prove or see with my own two eyes.
But one day I learned that there are rules in this world that are too great for even humans to have created.
Yes, this is my story. The story of how I met my Shinigami, and how the very presences I hadn't believed in caused my abrupt entrance into a world I never could have imagined.
Fate or God, maybe even both, had a hand in everything that occurred to me.
But this isn't just my story.
It's also the story of me and a man known only to the world... as L.

...

It all started the day I graduated from university.
I was ecstatic to be graduating with a degree in the field that interested me the most: psychology.
I was sitting in my chair, alongside my entire graduating class. Nervous and excited emotions were practically tangible amongst the students as we all whispered to each other.
For some reason, the university had decided to have the ceremony outside, and the cool breeze blew back my long hair as I awaited my name to be called.
I had entered college at a young age, and surpassed many in my field, jumping right into the more advanced classes.
And I was graduating now at the fresh age of twenty years old.
Impressive, isn't it?
Maybe, maybe not.
Anyway, my name was finally called to graduate, and I walked up on the stage to be handed my diploma.
All my hard work was finally coming to an end, here and now.
But as I stood there, on the platform, I don't even remember being handed the formal scroll that signified the end to my collected education... Because something on the ground far away caught my eye.
From my raised view on the stage, I could just make out what seemed to be a black book laying beneath a tree. Just sitting there.
Something about that book struck a chord in me.
It was important somehow, I could feel it.
Suddenly, my attention rubber-banded back to my own graduation ceremony, and I could hear the crowd clapping as I modestly bowed and stepped off the stage to allow the next graduate room.
But I didn't return to my seat.
Instead, I passed everyone up and approached the black book, which was far away across the entire field.
Nobody made to stop me.
My gaze stayed trained on the book, it's aura captivating me and practically beckoning me with ghostly fingers.
I finally stopped, just before the book and stared down at it.
Everything seemed so silent at that moment. My fingers tightly gripped my diploma, but for some reason I felt a bit dizzy.
Shaking off the worry, I bent down to get a better look at the thing.
It was black, and in a strange English font, the words 'Death Note' had been written down the side so the title was vertical.
Who's was it? I wondered. Did it belong to someone?
I suspiciously glanced around at the ceremony, expecting to see someone angrily stalking towards me, but nobody was paying me any mind.
Maybe it didn't belong to anyone anymore.
With a deep breath, I reached over and picked up the book.
And then my entire life changed.

... Three Months Later ...

"Nobu," I said, glancing up from my papers, which had scattered about on my small table.
He turned as he levitated in midair, tearing his own gaze away from my television. The Shinigami had been watching the screen intently although I had the volume muted so I could concentrate.
"What?" he asked in his growling voice.
Nobu was the death god that had shown up with the book I'd picked up on the day of my graduation. He was extremely tall, but also extremely thin- to the point he almost looked like a skeleton. Long black hair hung around his paper-white, thin face, and his large yellow eyes always looked captivated somehow. Even though I had no idea why shinigamis would need to dress, he wore a black shirt and black pants, and boots, and a necklace around his neck with a letter that I didn't understand. It looked like a cross between the English letters T and K but I'd never seen it before.
In the way of personality, Nobu always seemed overly-interested in everything and I always ended up explaining everything he asked about in excruciating detail.
"What? You called me," Nobu reminded me, his low voice half-growl, half-monotone.
"Are you sure it's okay if I don't use the Death Note?" I finally asked him, setting my work aside. "I mean... I only used it once to test it, but I don't want to use it anymore."
"Relinquishing ownership is always an option," Nobu stated emotionlessly again.
"But... I don't want to give anyone else this power," I replied, propping my arm up against the couch I was sitting on. "What if it goes to the wrong person? Then we'll get more of these mysterious killings that have been going on recently."
"You're right," Nobu said, distractedly watching the television again.
"I have no idea who's been going around, killing off criminals, but whoever it is has to have a Death Note as well... Right?" I asked the Shinigami.
"I don't see any other way," Nobu said, distractedly, still not looking at me.
"Nobu," I said, tossing a pillow at him, in false anger.
He caught it agitatedly without looking, but still didn't pay any attention to my inquiries.
"Will there ever come a day when you actually answer my questions?" I asked, crossing my arms.
He didn't respond.
Well... To be fair, he'd explained to me about the Death Note the day he'd showed up, and he gave vague answers whenever I fought for his attention enough... But I still felt as if he were holding back vital information.
It'd been almost three months since I'd graduated and found the notebook. I'd gotten such high scores on my testing that I'd been offered a job immediately... And with the police, which was an honour.
Usually, my job just consisted of the police telling me the facts about a certain case and- because I was a psychiatrist/psychologist- I could provide them with insight about the suspect they were trying to catch.
It wasn't a bad job at all.
"Well," I said to the Shinigami, with an agitated huff. "If you won't provide your insight here, at least tell me straight up... Is this internet sensation Kira a Death Note holder? That's all I want to know. Kira has been killing criminals since just before I started working."
Nobu turned to me finally, and crossed his arms as he levitated, copying my sitting position exactly although he wasn't on any chair.
"I don't know for sure," he replied. "But if I had to guess... I'd say he is. There isn't any other power that can do what the Death Note does. At least, not that I know of."
"Thanks for answering," I said, studying his emotionless face. "You can ask a question now."
This was how I got information out of him. Nobu was so interested in everything in the human world that he would ask endless questions sometimes.
"A question?" Nobu repeated, his emotionless face actually lighting up a bit. He leaned closer to me and squinted his round eyes in thought. "The human colour... Everything is so green here- why is everything so green?"
He looked at me expectantly, but I wasn't even really sure what he was talking about.
"You mean outside?" I asked, to which he nodded enthusiastically. I sighed. "Because it's been raining, and it's the end of summer, so all the vegetation is alive."
And this answer brought forth a million more questions, just as I had suspected, and I answered them all half-heartedly.

...

News of Kira had been circulating for a while now, and I was getting even more curious as to who this guy was.
How had he gotten a hold of a Death Note? And why was he using it this way?
It was driving me crazy.
Until one day, as Nobu and I watched TV as I was doing my paper work, a man suddenly appeared on the screen, interrupting my usual program.
He had black hair and was wearing a suit, and introduced himself as Lind L. Tailor.
"I'm L," he admitted to everyone watching.
Because I worked in the police department, I'd definitely heard of this 'L' character. Nowadays, especially with this Kira business going around, L was spoken of quite often by the civil servants.
From what I could make of it, L was this bad-ass big-shot mysterious detective who worked in anonymity through computers. Apparently, whenever he even spoke to the police, he used a voice-mixer so nobody would be able to recognise his voice... Which I found slightly interesting but also slightly disturbing at the same time.
And nobody knew who this guy was.
Now, as I was watching the TV screen, this Tailor guy who claimed to be L basically came out and told Kira to kill him to prove that he was really Kira.
And... To my surprise... The guy gripped his chest and had a heart attack right on screen... And died.
"Did L just die?" I asked out loud, and Nobu turned his interested attention to the TV as well. "The way everyone talked, L is genius-level... So why would he die so easily?"
I put a hand to my chin and returned my eyes to the television.
But then a voice suddenly played through the screen as the Tailor man died, a voice that was being sent through a mixer so nobody would be able to recognise it.
"Kira," the voice said. "I can't believe this actually worked. This is the real L. The man you have just killed was an inmate sentenced to die tonight."
He went on to explain that Lind L. Tailor's message had only been broadcasted in this Kanto region of Japan, so now the police knew exactly what area Kira was located.
"That was genius," I said quietly, in surprise.
"Hm," Nobu mumbled.
"How did he know that Kira would take the bait?" I asked, quietly to myself.
"Not sure," Nobu replied. "But there isn't any doubt in my mind. This Kira is a Death Note holder, I'm sure of it."
"What makes you say that?" I questioned.
"That man asked Kira to kill him to prove himself," Nobu answered, "and then exactly forty seconds later, he died of a heart attack."
"You're right," I added, surprised. "The rules of the Death Note do say that if no cause of death is specified, the human whose name is written will die of a heart attack forty seconds later..."
That was the most helpful information Nobu had ever given me before.
I watched the screen in fascination as L's voice continued to tell Kira that he would find him.
The program blinked back off silently.
How impressive.
I turned to Nobu and shrugged, but the Shinigami was floating over to my bookshelf, where he spent the remainder of the day flipping through random books.

...

"Ena Wakahisa?" the voice asked to me on the other side of the phone. I'd answered, not really sure who to be expecting, but whoever I'd subconsciously assumed had called me in the middle of the night... I was dead wrong.
I knew that voice.
"This is she," I replied politely, and the person at the other end of the phone cleared their throat. It sounded strange through the voice mixer.
"This is L," the voice continued.
I opened my mouth to speak, but no words were able to escape my tense throat. I was completely silent. "Have you heard of me?" the voice added.
"I- yes, sir, I have," I finally was able to answer.
"I thought so," he continued, his voice a mixture of high and low timbres to throw off the sound. "I have a request to make of you."
"What?" I inquired, curiously.
Why in the world would the world-famous detective L be calling me? What request could he possibly have to ask?
"I'd like to hire you," the voice continued. "I understand that you are a psychologist, and I'd like to hear your opinions."
"All... Right," I said, quietly, in disbelief.
"I'll give you the rest of the details tomorrow. Please show up to this address, alone," L added. "It's extremely important that you don't bring anyone else. I can't stress that fact enough to you." He paused. "I'm having the address sent to you now. Please be expecting it. Thank you for your time."
Click.
He... hung up?
It had been about a week since Kira had killed the man on television, and I hadn't been able to keep up-to-date on the case through the news... So I really had no idea why this L guy wanted to hire me.
Suddenly, my fax machine kicked to life and a loud whirring sound scrubbed the air as it warmed up by itself. The internal workings of the machine suddenly grabbed a paper up from the stack and ran it through the reams, finally spitting it out onto the paper holder.
Confused, I approached the fax machine and picked up the paper, feeling how it was still slightly warm from the print. I held my breath as my gaze scanned across, not quite believing my eyes for a moment.
Printed on the paper was the address of a hotel, and at the bottom it read: "At 12:30 am, please come alone. -L "
"Eh... How did he get my fax number?" I inquired out loud, half impressed, half weirded out.
With a strong sigh, I lowered the paper from my face and glanced over at Nobu, who was staring out my living room window interestedly.
It was as if he hadn't even heard the phone ring... Or maybe he just didn't care enough to drag his attention away from whatever he was staring at outside.
I guessed... I really didn't have any other option. Against my better judgment, I would have to go to this mentioned hotel and meet the man who claimed to be L.
Alone.