I watched the various buildings shoot past the window, blurring into a sea of grey. One bad thing about trains were you never were able to enjoy the scenery properly, especially in the city. The fact they were so public and open wasn't really my favourite thing at the moment either. The stares I was receiving were unwanted and rather unpleasant in some cases. However, I couldn't really blame them. If I was half way normal like the rest of those people, I would stare at me too. My hair was blonde and covering my eyes completely with the fringe. I wore a black leather jacket, striped purple and black t-shirt and black trousers. Not to mention these gorgeous white boots with ribbon tying up the front... oh, and the real curved metal throwing knives and silver tiara. Yes, I looked quite strange to the average person, and probably even a little scary. But they didn't understand. They were not anime fans like I was. If they were they would know that today was the final day of London's MCM anime expo and I was cosplaying, though technically crossplaying, as Prince the Ripper, Belphegor from Katekyo Hitman Reborn, the person I someday hoped to be kidnapped by and married to... not that there was any chance of that ever happening, unfortunately. Gosh I was immature for a nineteen year old...

If course for now I guess I would just be visiting the yearly expo's and glomping everyone else dressed as my other favourite characters (any of whom I am also very willing to marry). I am such a nerd. But a very happy nerd in my wonderful unrealistic world where every hot anime guy I love, also happens to love me. What a ridiculous, yet wonderfully satisfying world that was. And if they didn't exist, which I am not saying they do not somewhere, then I always had the other wonderful otaku's who went to these heavenly expo's every year, dressed in the most unbelievable coslplays, and always very open to photography and hugs, many of which I served out. I was truly a fan-girl to the core.

Lost in my thoughts I very nearly missed my stop and had to dash for the doors as they were shutting, thankfully being stopped by someone who exited with me. I half jogged to the DLR train, in my excitement at very nearly almost being at the expo. I heard scuffling behind me, and that's when I noticed someone behind me. I stopped and turned to him, wide-eyed. Not that he could probably see them through my thick wig. He also stopped and tilted his head at me.

"That," I began, "Has to be the most amazing L cosplay I have ever seen," I nearly cried. Nearly. The cosplayer just stared at me wider-eyed and more concerned than he had been before. I smiled at him, though that probably looked really creepy without being able to see my eyes.

"You're a girl," said the L cosplayer simply. Damn, even his voice sounded exactly how I had first imagined it would. The posture was 100% correct and the hair styling the best and most hard-worked (in a totally casual way) I'd ever seen. Could I just marry him now?

"Duh, I didn't think my cosplay was that good," I laughed. Actually I thought it was bloody damn good. I had spent months trying to get it right, working with a tiny budget but internet shopping skills of a pro.

"What's a cosplay?" he asked. I raised an eyebrow at him, before remembering he couldn't see it... A Bel cosplay wasn't very good for displaying emotions other than perhaps happiness... and insanity.

"You're good. Are you going to the expo?" I asked. After a moment he nodded as if unsure if he really was. I put on my most non-menacing smile.

"Okay, I'll stick with you then... if that's OK?" He nodded again and began to catch up to me as I headed off to the DLR station. I hopped onto the little train thing and he followed me, gripping a pole for dear life as soon as the train began to move.

"My name's Sephy by the way... or Bel if you want to go by my character," I informed him cheerfully.

"My name is Ryuzaki," he said simply. I wished he could see my raised eyebrow.

"Right... okay, you don't have to tell me your real name if you don't want to..." I told him. His wide panda eyes narrowed at me and I noticed that he wasn't actually wearing any make-up for that effect. He obviously just hadn't slept for this. I wish I could be that dedicated but I loved my sleep far too much.

"Who are you?" he asked sharply. I was once again wishing for the ability for my eyebrows to be seen, but no way was I taking this wig off until I had a mirror to put it back on again. It would spoil my entrance, however unnoticed it may be.

"I just told you... My name is Sephy... Oh! I get it. Your L, you must behave as he would. I must say I think you are just amazing. Not even any shoes on the train..." I observed, looking him up and down.

"I have an animosity to footwear," he said dryly, looking out the train window.

"Oh my god I think I love you," I laughed. He turned back to me, eyes wide once again, startled out of his poor little mind.

"Excuse me?" he chocked.

"I'm joking, I'm joking. Sorry," I laughed. His eyes slowly narrowed into a small glare.

"There is a 4% chance that you are the second Kira. Now that it is proven that Light Yagami is Kira, I will proceed to take down the rest of you," he notified me in a very L-like way.

"Okay then... Except I'm Prince the Ripper, not Kira. Different anime, much more deadly, less of a coward, but perhaps less effective."

"You're saying you've killed?" he snapped, eyes scanning me warily, probably taking in the throwing knives in a much more serious way now.

"Not myself personally... my character... hey, are you sure you're just cosplaying. If I didn't know any better I would say you are Lawliet him-" I was cut off abruptly as his hand slammed over my mouth and he pushed me back into the seat. His eyes scanned the carriage, but it was empty. He swept my long fringe aside so that he could glare straight at me.

"How did you know my real name?" he demanded.

"Mmph hum mmurrh hmm," I mumbled beneath his hand. He released me, but stayed very close, still glaring.

"Just about everyone who has seen the anime, read the manga or even googled Deathnote knows your name..." I repeated.

"Who published these 'mangas'?" he asked, emphasising his distaste on the word 'manga'.

The writers of it... wait, why am I telling you this? You obviously know!" I smirked at him. "Oh you are good. You had me fooled, nice one." I laughed.

"Listen here," he said sternly, wiping the grin right off my face, "I don't know how you know who I am but I swear I will find out who you really are, how I got here and how to get back."

Something inside me seemed to begin to question itself. Was this really a cosplayer? It was so... unusual.

"What exactly are you trying to say?" I asked, voice low and cautious. He looked at me sharply and then backed away again to his pole thing.

"I need to get back to Japan and have Kira arrested. I don't know how I got here or why I'm even still alive, but I know I have to find a way back." I watched him as he began to think things through, slowly bending down with his knees still up, stroking his top lip with his thumb, in typical L gestures so many people were unable to achieve.

Maybe he's the real thing?

No. No way. That wasn't possible. L was just a fictional character. Someone had thought him up one day and made the most amazing manga ever written. It wasn't possible for him to be real. So why was my heart telling me otherwise?

"A-are you... the real L?" I asked slowly. He looked up at me and seemed to asses something for a moment before answering.

"I am 87% sure I can't trust you... However it seems you already know too much. Yes, I am the real L," he said confidently.

"H-how is that even possible?" I asked. Better question yet, why did I believe him?

"I am not entirely sure yet. I think it has something to do with the Death Note. I am supposed to be dead, and yet I appear to be here instead." He looked down at the floor, thumb pressed to his upper lip. The DLR slid to a stop and I realised we'd already missed our stop once and this was the second loop around. I jumped up and grabbed L by the arm to drag him off the train. He followed obediently as I began to lead him up the stairs towards the centre where the expo was being held.

"I think I know someone who can help us figure this out," I told him, wishing I could flick my dishevelled fringe back into submission. "And he will be here."