.This story is based off a dream and is exactly as the dream goes, no editing. Therefore things may seem rushed and out of character, so get over it.

Enemy

"You...?"
L could hear the shock and fear mixed in Good's voice. The woman was pale, as if she were caught up in a nightmare of sorts. Personally, L wouldn't want to marry this man, either. Something was just odd and misplaced with him. As if he were the ugly duckling in a group of beautiful white swans. It bothered him and also the fact that Good hadn't been promised till now. If only had known that sooner! Of course, he hadn't even known her name! He felt a slight pity forming as Good stared down into her tea. He wondered if he should comment or not but that probably wasn't too smart at the moment.

"Hai," Light smiled, "everyone figured it was about time you married and begin a family. So it was decided not too long ago."

"A family…" Good murmured, with him? She didn't want to! Did she have a choice in this matter? Probably not…"I see," Good broke her silence and realized she was shaking a little. Truth to be told, she was scared of Light. Ever since he had first come here she had been scared. Now she'd have to spend her life with him? "Well…um…that's useful information."

Her eyes shifted to L and she flinched. He was staring straight at her; was her fear so obvious?

"Ryuuzaki, do you need something?"

"Hm? Oh, no, just listening." L picked up his cup and drank the sugary paste that he called 'tea.' Good wondered how he could have so much sugar in it and not get sick.

"Oh, ok," Good was lost of words; she didn't know what to say anymore. Where was Aurelia? Her eyes shifted to the ceiling.

"Out of town," L suddenly spoke up.

"Ne?" Good looked at him, "what do you mean?"

"You're wondering where your mother is, right? She's not here right now. I heard some people whispering about it," he stirred his sugary substance before examining the spoon.

"Oh," Good watched him, how had he known her thoughts? She figured he was good at reading people and that she was easy to read. "Hnn…I think I'll take my sketch book and go sketch." She hopped up and grabbed the chains, "C'mon, Rue."

Before he could even protest or speak, she had snatched her things and drugged him out.

"Ano, so eager to get away?" L asked, "Is it that bad?" Why had he even asked that question?

"I don't really know what to do," Good sighed, "Light-kun has done no wrong but I…just can't help but be wary."

"He seems like a sketchy character, at least, I think so," L noticed he still held the spoon he had been using. He stuck it in his mouth to catch a lingering taste of sugar.

"You're one to talk," Good pointed out with a soft smile and a giggle.

"Ah, you have a point," L took the spoon out of his mouth and handed it to her. "Here you go."

"How do you consume so much sugar?" Good stared at his spoon. "Shouldn't you be fat? You look like you hardly eat!"

"I have a tendency to think a lot. Thinking burns calories," L responded and shrugged.

"You think that much?" Good breathed, "that's amazing!"

"You believe me? Most laugh," L gave her an amused look. "You're quite different, Good-denka."

"Please, there's no need for that," Good frowned, "call me Good-chan…I dislike that highly titled ending."

"Alright, Good-chan," L nodded, he had been expecting this. Good didn't come off as a selfish individual. Instead, he read her as a gentle, kind individual who was the most unselfish creature alive. But she was shy and withdrawn as well as easily pressured into things. But L figured he could help with that and it would be good for her to learn how to stand up for herself.

"Arigato," Good gave a small bow of her head. Then she stopped under the shade of a sakura tree. "It's…a nice time of day. I want to draw it." She blushed, "but I'm not that good. I-I hope you don't mind."

"Go ahead; it's you who is in command here." L shrugged, "I'll do what you say."

"Oh, um, ok," Good nodded, "arigato." She blushed again, shyly.

"There's no need for a thanks, everyone that is below you should listen. You command, not them. If you keep thanking them the tables will turn. There is no 'thanks' to an order. If you want to draw here, you draw here," L's dark eyes watched her intently, "got it?"

"Oh…um…ok," Good nodded, no one had ever said that to her before. It was new but the scold was one that also held encouragement.

She sat down and opened her little book of sketches taking out supplies as she did and setting them up before beginning. Though she was being watched over her shoulder, she didn't mind him. Her quill moved swiftly and loosely over her paper and ever so often she would look up at her reference, the scenery around her. Though Good didn't think she was very good, she was a good artist. She had not started with natural talent but had worked hard to get where she was. Drawing and writing were past times of hers but she wondered what Ryuuzaki did? But she wouldn't ask him that.

"Ne? Not very good?" L watched her draw, "you do better then what I can do. I can draw…a little more then stick figures?" He gave her another amused look, "you sure are very doubtful of yourself."

"I think it's because of my father," Good said absently.

"Hm?" L frowned at her, "speaking of that, I have no recollection of anyone mentioning him. But there is plenty of talk of your mom. Where is he?"

"The only time you'll ever hear about him is from a voice full of malice," Good responded, "he's our enemy."

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