Somebody's written seventy-three fanfic stories! Is that physically possible?

I read my old Black Cat story and noticed a couple of mistakes in the a/n. For one, I wrote uke instead of seme... Not something you should get mixed up.

I received five reviews (for different stories) last night! I'm so happy!

I got an idea. ... CRAP! I FORGOT WHAT IT WAS! Oh, wait. There it is. Hehe.

Amy: You realise our lives are in her hands, right?

Rei: Be afraid... very afraid...

The Unsolvable Mystery

Kouen

L was already deeply engrossed in another case. Another serial killer was on the loose not too far from where he was himself. Although, technically, it was still just a bunch of different murders. L was the only one who had figured out that it was the same guy. Before anyone even had time to consider the idea, his brain was already racing through a thousand possibilities at once.

The only light was radiating from the computer screen. Watari was probably sound asleep by this time. He went to bed long ago, leaving the task-oriented insomniac to do as he pleased. Rei was alone, thinking through possible patterns in the times of death; well, he was trying to.

For some reason, it was simply too hard to concentrate tonight. The great L was, after all, just a fifteen-year-old. Despite how his path had been paved for him, he was just a boy, and he occasionally felt the need to look at what lies on parallel tracks.

Amy lay awake on her bed. Every bone ached, and her forehead throbbed mercilessly. She knew she shouldn't have blamed him, but there was something about him that pissed her off. Maybe it was because she knew he was right.

She sat up with a sigh and eyed her bedroom door. Her mum was already in bed when she got home, but her older brother was still out. He'd come in to check on her when he got back, but Amy would surely be back home before him. She gave the T-shirt hanging on the foot of her bed a sniff and deemed it "still clean" with a careless shrug. She pulled it on and slipped out into the night.

A thick fog had set in, and Amy had to turn on her bike light. She did so just in time to see the stunned figure of Rei before she crashed into him. The bike toppled over, and both kids hit the pavement.

Amy decided to stay down. Her mind was too flooded with stress and fright to know what to do anyway, so she did nothing.

The mess of black hair hung over her, and it took a moment to distinguish Rei's features. "Are you alright?" he asked. Amy was tempted to smack him, but she managed to hold self-control long enough to realise that it would be a silly and pointless thing to do.

"I'm fine," she grumbled, pushing him away so she could sit up. "Twice in twenty-four hours. What are the odds?"

"Evidently, high enough," said Rei, squatting in an unusual fashion with his thumb wedged between his lips. His face was lightly bruised from their fight earlier, but it seemed even worse because of the bags under his eyes. He didn't look upset in the slightest. Come to think of it, he didn't even look mad when he was dealing hits. He always seemed so unemotional.

Perhaps she should've apologised. It wasn't really his fault. Nevertheless, Amy's pride was too strong to let logic get a word in edgewise. Instead, she brushed over it without mention and pretended to start again. She pasted a broad smile on her face as if they were best friends who hadn't seen each other in years. "Wanna go to the park with me?"

Rei was obviously sceptical, as anyone would be. Amy wanted to be nice, but her temper caused too many problems, and her ego prevented her from fixing it. Luckily, people tend to forget things of the past easily if you overwhelm them in the present. "Come on," she cooed. "I promise not to attack you again."

Rei stood up and stuck his hands in his pockets. Amy noticed that he was barefoot. "You're odd," he commented blandly. A small smile suddenly crept across his face. "Perhaps Amy is actually a pair of twins whom I only see one of at a time. That would explain your split-personality and why you appear so often."

"I don't have a split-personality," Amy giggled, awkwardly climbing to her feet and picking her bike up.

Rei seemed to contemplate something but then changed his mind. "It's dangerous for a girl to be out at this time of night." He began to walk away. Amy felt her heart sink a little. Why did she have to be such a weirdo? Not even that creepy introvert liked her.

"Nice to know your concerned about me," she piped as she pushed her bike after Rei. "I can take care of myself, though."

"It's not you I'm worried about," Rei assured. "I'm more worried about those poor creeps you're tempting into a life of crime. You're such an easy target. How could they resist?"

Amy felt something begin to crackle in the back of her mind. She squeezed her eyes shut and tried her best to ignore it. "Are you tempted, Rei?" she teased cheekily through gritted teeth.

Rei stopped in his tracks. Amy waited expectantly, but he just stood there, looking ahead. She shouldn't have said that. Crap! She knew that wasn't normal. This problem wouldn't have even existed if she knew how to talk to people. Rei looked back over his shoulder with wide, dark eyes. He smirked just enough to give Amy a chill. "And if I was?"

Amy opened her mouth to snap back with a retort, but nothing came out. She completely froze up. She could feel her cheeks grow hot as Rei humbly basked in the glow of the hit he delivered with an innocent look as if to ask, "Did I do something wrong?" Ass.

"I-I can take you," Amy finally managed to squeeze out. "I beat you once and I can beat you again!"

Rei chuckled coyly and continued on his way. Amy kept following him.

"What does she want?" Rei thought. "Is she trying to get on my nerves? If she dislikes me so much, why is she following me. Surely she has other people to go and bother." Rei stopped again. It was different when he was actually out, talking to someone. He wasn't the same as he was when he was in that dark room with his computer. No matter how hard he tried, it was impossible to make a clear psychological profile on Amy because he had actually met her—she was affecting him which, in turn, affected his thought process. He was so wrapped up in the pressure building up inside himself that he didn't even look beyond the actions like he normally would have done. He didn't like that. It wasn't like him; it wasn't like L.

He looked around curiously, unconsciously raising his index finger to his lips. "So, where's the park?" he muttered quietly, almost to himself. It took Amy a moment, but she eventually took the lead, refusing to dignify Rei with a response.

They made their way into the park. The trees shaded them from the moonlight, and they would hardly have been able to see had it not have been for the light on the front of Amy's bicycle. They reached a small playground where the moon had been given some space to shine. Rei instinctively seated himself on the swing set and began kicking back and forth. Amy just stood there.

"You're the one who suggested the park," Rei pointed out without breaking eye contact.

"Only because it's better than the street," Amy returned. "I didn't expect you to throw yourself into the kiddie's playground."

"Forgive me for being in touch with my inner child," Rei apologised, seemingly sincere.

When it became obvious that Rei wasn't going to do whatever it was that Amy had expected him to do, she sat down on the swing next to him. After time, Rei slowed down and they both swayed gently back and forth without even taking their feet of the ground.

"Your friend," Rei began, breaking the long silence, "you are very protective of her."

"Of course," Amy replied quietly. "That's what friends are for."

"So, she would stand up for you in that situation?" Amy remained silent. "If I were to make you cry, would she hunt me down and pound my face in like you did?"

"Probably not," Amy chuckled carelessly.

"But isn't that what friends are for?" Rei was starting to push the boundaries. "If she does not do that, what use is she to you?"

Amy shot him one of her bloodlust glares. Rei was already getting used to it. "It doesn't matter to me."

"Why not?"

"Just shut up, Rei."

The only sound was a slight breeze whispering among the trees for a brief moment.

"I'm sorry." Amy stared at her feet. She didn't want to meet those eyes because, this time, they truly seemed honest.

"So, that old guy... He couldn't have been your dad."

Rei shook his head. "He just looks after me." He could see that she was thinking the question. It was hard to predict whether she would ask it or not, but he decided to answer it anyway, just this once. "My parents are dead." Amy didn't seem surprised. "You?"

"My mum works two jobs to look after my brother and me, so she's hardly home. I don't know who my father is. When I ask about him, Mum pretends she doesn't hear me, and Justin says I don't need to know." Rei had suspected something like that.

A shadow moved through the trees. Amy didn't seem to notice, but Rei did. He feigned ignorance for the time being, but he kept his eyes peeled.

"You don't have many friends, do you," Rei guessed boldly, already planning his next three steps in advance.

Amy clashed her angry gaze against his composed one. "How dare you-"

"Didn't think so," Rei cut in calmly. He began to swing a little again. "Neither do I." Amy turned bright red and frowned at her shoes as if this was somehow their fault. "You're not bad," Rei commented. "Your first impression left something to be desired, as did your second and third, but your fourth one turned out okay."

Amy was still completely blind to the way Rei had steered the conversation. She had no idea that he was figuring out so much about her apart from what she had told him. With all he had, Rei could already predict how she could react to almost anything he might say to her. He had tried to get rid of her, but upon talking to her, he was given a way to play her like a violin if he so desired—If he so desired.

Rei notice more movement. As an investigator, he was willing to practice patience, but he wasn't the only one in danger here. He couldn't do anything too risky.

Amy was growing uncomfortable with the intense stare she was receiving. Rei was looking in her direction, but he was actually paying attention to the shady figure. Of course, Amy didn't know that. "I-I think I'm gonna head home," she announced. "My brother will worry if he finds out that I'm out this late."

Rei nodded and watched her go. She peddled out of his sight on her bicycle with a bitter-sweet feeling.

She squealed with shock as she flipped over the handlebars and into the arms of a strange man. Before she had time to react, she was dragged off the path with a calloused hand covering her mouth. The man's grasp was too tight. Amy could barely breathe, let alone fight back.

James: What are you writing?

Me: *shifty eyes*

James: Am I going to be disappointed in you?

A little bit of Amy POV. Thought it had to be done.

James: It's bad enough from L's!

trainsgirl13 is back! Yay!

A salute to numb3r ei8ht (Luke) for being the first one to uncover my FanFic identity. (You can't see me, but I'm holding up a hand fan with a glint in my eye, similar to Urahara from Bleach.) Granted, it's not the most difficult feat. You can just Google "Karynne fanfic," and I'm the first one that comes up.

I JUST THOUGHT OF THE PERFECT ENDING! I apologise in advance to those who will suffer.

Riley: Why must everyone suffer?

Me: Shut up, Riles. You're in jail.

Riley: Let's have a vote. Who thinks Karynne should stop doing bad things to us to add drama and/or humour.

Kara: *raises hand*

Hope: *raises hand*

Near: *raises hand*

Cou: *raises hand*

James: *raises hand*

Sonic: *raises hand*

Me: What did I ever do to you?

Sonic: ...Seriously? You killed off ALL of my friends!

Me: I let you live.

Train: *raises hand*

Me: Oh, stop your whining. You got a happy ending, right? The end justifies the means.

Lelouch: Exactly!

Me: How did you all get in here?

Ed: We're figments of your imagination. We never leave.

Konata: It's finally happened, Rin. You've gone completely bonkers!

Me: *shrug* I'm not surprised. It was bound to happen sooner or later.