AN: Yeah. So, for those of you who are reading this as your first story by me, you have to know that I write REALLY long Author's Notes. This one I'm trying to make short, but if I keep rambling on about how long my Author's Notes are and how this one will be short, well, it will end up long, now won't it?

So, without further ado, The Person who DOES NOT own Death Note presents the newest chapter of "Kidnapped". (Was that too long?)

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L had a plan.

It only had a 14.87623495679328910438 percent chance of working, but it was a plan nonetheless.

It was simple, really. It would just take time.

Watari obviously found out about my predicament soon after the initial attack. He'd have most likely informed Roger about it. Knowing Roger, he would have immediately formed some sort of rescue plan. Whether a rescue team or a plan, or anything else, for that matter, he'd have it all ready. Would that be put into place before I can escape? Would my plan interfere with his?

L clearly had no way of knowing Roger's plan, and he figured that his was easy enough that it wouldn't hinder anything else. He decided to start working on it right away.

He sat on the white-painted floor (this was the detective's first time seeing a painted floor. Who paints flooring?) and stared intently at the small plate of strawberries that lay before him. He delicately picked up the topmost one with his thumb and forefinger as if it was made of the most fragile material to ever exist on this Earth. He carefully placed it in his mouth and began to chew. It tasted heavenly. He took the next one a little less cautiously and devoured that one as well. He had soon eaten the entire contents of the plate, each bite getting a little more desperate. He was now faced with a blank white plate with just a small amount of juice from the sweet fruit that had recently rested upon it. Perfect.

He picked up the plate very precisely and examined it for imperfections. Along the edge, he discovered a large chip jutting into the center of the plate. He estimated the area of the crack, and very carefully snapped off a tiny piece right along the crack, small enough to go unnoticed by the next people to handle it, but bog enough to be useful to his plan.

He fiddled with the plate a bit more with his back to the camera so the breaking of the plate didn't stand out. He actually made many other similar motions just in case the smart kidnapper noticed.

He dropped the small shard of porcelain onto the white floor. It bended in so perfectly with the flawless blankness of the ground, even L himself had to search for a while before he found it again.

L smiled contently. The beginnings of his plan had been set into action.

All he needed now was a fire.

And he knew exactly how to get it.

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Mello had noticed that A was avoiding him.

Matt had noticed Light sneering at him as if something was his fault.

B had noticed Light eyeing him threatingly, obviously silently saying, "If you lied to me, I will hurt you."

Matt had noticed a certain emotion in A's eyes. Sadness. No, betrayal.

A had noticed Mello continuing on like things were perfectly normal.

Light had noticed the same from Matt.

Mello noticed that Near had a pain in his eyes, almost invisible, but still there. Near himself probably didn't know that he had it. Mello knew that pain. It was the pain of someone carrying a huge secret on his shoulders.

Everyone was somehow not himself. Almost all of them had no idea why. They all had a different side of the same story.

They were crashing for the night in the woods, ending their second-to-last day of hiking. No one said a word.

They continued on as if none of the others even existed, all lost in their own little worlds. Guided by lamplight, they stayed that way until well after midnight, when they suddenly came back down to Earth enough to realize that they were actually exhausted. This came as a surprise to each of them, and, still in shock and deep in thought, they climbed into various sleeping bags.

Not a single one slept well. They all tossed and turned with assorted nightmares, all strangely philosophical. They awoke uneasily and, still without speaking, prepared for the long day of walking to rescue L. They started off on their daily journey scattered, no one standing even relatively close to each another.

Silently, they formed their own interpretations of the past several days' events, none of which ending in each other's favor. A's, for example, was that Mello had made a habit of praising L around him so that one day, he could tear d A down from the inside by verbally attacking L viciously, just for A.

Now with paradigms clouded with fantasies created for the sole purpose of explaining these rumors, they eyed one another angrily. No one trusted anyone but themselves at this point.

Near shook himself out of the daze he'd made for himself. Now ignoring emotions and running on pure logic, he came up with two questions.

1. Will this pass, or is this feud a permanent scar in everyone's relationship with one another?

2. Will we even stay cooperative for long enough to rescue L?

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AN: Okay, I know my plan said more rumors would happen, but I like this better. Hope you enjoyed.

Review? Please?

I'm trying to keep this AN short too, so I guess I'll see you next time.