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Dedications:
(A/N: I would love to thank my beta MyBell31795 for waiting this chapter out due to technical difficulties.
I also would love to thank a dear friend of mine on Fanfiction whom just finished her story up after a long, tearful, beautiful journey. Who knew promises could mean so much, especially miles away?
)

Chapter Eight:

The next morning was uneventful. The birds chirped signalling that it was the start of summer. The sun blazed through the window as it covered a small lump of blankets in warm rays of light, basking it in an intense heat that could challenge the desert's sun itself. A small grumble could be heard as the lump moved around, as if it was trying to find a rabbit hole to crawl out of.

Across the hall though was where the real action was happening. Men gathered around, unshaven and smelling horrid… or perhaps it was the countless pizza boxes that were discarded all around the room. It resembled a real bachelor pad for the most part. You could almost sense the tension coming off of them as well as the sweat. As they reviewed security tapes over and over again, it was almost like they were in hell itself.

"Oh god, I'm melting." A small voice squeaked as she wrestled with the cocoon of blankets. Her body tried desperately to free itself from the heat but her mind was elsewhere remembering the night before. "What's wrong with me?" She sighed, sitting up and glancing over to the large window that trapped her from the world. She gazed at it and slowly kicked the sheets off, walking towards the glass. Her hand reached up and touched the window, feeling utterly useless. "You know… I've always dreamed this day would come, but now since I'm here…I feel lost." She hummed, almost as if she was talking to herself. "I'm alone now..." She finished as tears brimmed her lashes. Her hair was knotted and her shirt she slept in the night before was wrinkled. She took in account how much of a mess she looked this morning. "I wonder if you can hear me from where you guys are." Her smile twitched, memories floating back from the time she was with her father and mother.

There was once a girl who went by the name Emma Rivington. That girl smiled like the sun, her innocence clouding the skies above her very head. At one point she even had parents who loved her, friends who cherished her and a life that was good to some... Maybe even exceptionally well to others.

But why did she feel so… alone? After her mother died it wasn't like her father hurt her, or that her friends blew her off for another pity case. She had a good life. Nothing explained this.

Her sun like smile turned into the moon, no matter how bright it still had the her stars just in case her light ever went out, but still it was never good enough. No one was awake to see her. No one desired to see her. She was just a sight to gaze at and move on from with no recognition.

Alone. That damn word echoed around her head again and she knew this all seemed so selfish. Others would slaughter for the chance to be where she was, but did they know what they were truly getting into? She truly felt like a childish suborn brat.

Was she Emma Rivington? She didn't even know herself. She felt so distant, so far away to what was once there for her to see within herself.

"What am I doing?" Emma huffed, her cheeks puffing out. "I can save them!" She quickly stumbled around the room, brushing her hair aggressively. "I'm like a Jesus for crying out loud!" She yelled, throwing the brush.


"Uh, E-Emma." A young voice stuttered as he walked quickly behind the tiny raging female. "I d-don't think they want anyone in th-there right now..." The officer attempted, gulping at the sight of the young female clad in only a shirt and interesting panties. "A-Are those strawberries?"

"Shut up Matsuda! I am Jesus!" Emma growled, turning on her heel. "Also stop looking at my bum! Eyes on the prize!" Walking towards the main room, she stopped and took a deep breath before swinging open the door.

"Please! Emma! They really can't do this right now!" Matsuda attempted again while gulping down a lump in his throat. "Don't be so rash!"

The door swung open, and soft voices filled out. Conversations filled the room.

"I don't think that's the case, the second Kira did after all send the last tape-"

"-How do we know though that this isn't the same Kira?"

Emma sighed, clearing her throat before another conversation peaked her interest.

The room became silent.

"That's… a good point. You're not Kira, that is… it would be a problem if you were Kira, because… I feel you're the first friend that I ever had." A certain purr of a voice rung out, causing a silence so strong you could hear white noise ringing in your ears.

"Uh, yeah. I know what you mean! The two of us have a lot in common." Light finished. Smirking down at the detective who currently sipped his tea.

"Eh…Emma." Matsuda tried to nudge the girl out of her zoning state of mind.

"Why does this hurt?" She internally hissed to herself. "I knew this happened, but why…"

The attention turned on her, people nodding and giving their good mornings. All except for two geniuses, who stared blankly right back at her.

"Oh! Emma good morning! I see you woke up." Light chirped, grinning at her. "We thought letting you sleep in would be wise today, after all your hard work yesterday we may have even determined the place the second Kira recorded their message. Cool, huh?"

The detective stayed silent however.

"Why do I feel defeated by the enemy?" Her thoughts were spinning, her eyes were wide and her breathing was slightly laboured.

"Emma?" Matsuda tried to pull her from her current state again. Worry covering his voice. "Maybe…we should go put…your pants on?" He put his hands up defensively.

"Is… she okay, Matsuda?" Light tried to ask. The young man stepped forward while placing a hand on her shoulder, blocking her face from the rest of the taskforce as he gazed at her. His eyes were filled with hatred despite his kind voice.

The attention once again turned to the small girl standing, no- shaking where she stood.

Alone.

"Are you… crying?" The fake worried tone from the young genius questioned, Light's voice was laced with curiosity and confusion.

The room spun, and the frantic voices became quicker and louder all at the same time.

"-Emma?"

"Emma!?"

"Emma, are you okay..?"

"-What's wrong with her?"

"How am I supposed to know you idiot?"

Shaking her head she stepped back while taking in a large gasp of air in her lungs. "I'm perfectly fine!" She insisted, nodding as she backed away from the worried frantic faces.

"But you are-" A voice attempted to cut her off.

"I'm fine, I just… remembered..." She tried to play it off, nodding her head as she stiffly walked out of the room. She rubbed her cheeks raw to discard the tears that soaked it. "Just… remembered an old friend."

"Emma Rivington, Who are you?" She asked herself.

Walking and not looking back even if her life depended on it, she went to her room and threw on some shorts and a clean tank top. Searching for her purse she decided a walk would be best.

"You left in quite the rush." A voice drew her abruptly out of her thoughts.

"Ah, yes well. I'm going to go out for… well a walk." Emma glanced up, gazing at L.

"It's awfully hot out today. You might get a heat stroke." He noted, glancing out the window. "I would wait until this evening."

"I like walking in the sun." She tried to walk around him, but he blocked her path. His slouched body still peering over her own small one.

"Why?"

Did he just ask why? Keh. Dumbass.

"Well, I like being able to see where I'm going. Plus the sun has been proven to make people happy…" She drawled on, not realizing what she was saying anymore.

"Are you not happy... Emma?"

What was with this guy? He kept pushing and pushing. Like he desired to be punched in the face.

"I am." Stepping to the right to move around him only to fail once again, for he stepped in front of her blocking her from going anywhere.

"You are lying." He deduced.

"Well, then I'm not alone now am I?" Her anger was boiling and she needed that walk before…

"Ah! I see!" He gasped, his voice laced with realization as his already huge eyes widened. "So I was right."

"Yeah yeah, Sherlock. Good job. Now move." Not really caring what he was right about at this point, she didn't need his gloating. She shoved him with her shoulder as she walked passed him, only to feel a strong hand grip her bicep no doubt holding her in place.

"Let's spend time together."

Whoa, what? Did she just hear that right?

"W-What?" She blubbered. "What the hell are you getting at?"

"Let's spend time together, don't go on your walk. In fact why don't you help out? Tonight we can even find something to occupy ourselves with." His beady eyes looked on at her intensely... Staring at her as if pleading for her to say yes.

"Why?"

"Well, why not?" He countered. "I deduced this much of the second Kira and Light seems to be slowing down. That is if he is Kira. Plus Watari has told me I needed a break, so why not now?"

Emma gazed at the older male curiously, and made a hesitant nod. "I see, a break… I suppose that would be wise." Her lips turned up into a small smile. "Plus, I liked last night."

"Ah yes, as did I. Not to mention…" His thumb removed itself from his bottom lip as he focused mainly on her.

"What?" She asked, confused by the look in the detectives eyes.

"I'm content around you, rather than anyone else. Strange isn't it?" Those thin lined lips turned plump as he smiled.

L smiled for her.

Her heart rate increased and she looked at L. She gulped away a dry knot built up her throat, "Yes, odd. So… what do you plan for us to do, Mr. Holmes?"

Still smiling, his eyes flickered. The amusement was obvious within them. "Why not… a slumber party?"

What the fuck did she just get herself into.


L knew he shouldn't be doing this. Such as faking emotions to gain information, it was against his morals. Yet he felt the need to like there was no other reason behind it. No other way to find out about this girl who ceased to exist. Like she was a figment of everyone's imagination, but of course... That idea was absurd. To think someone couldn't exist? There has to be some sort of dirt on her.

Why was he so obsessed?

This wasn't like himself at all and he felt himself coming apart at the seams, he wouldn't let on though. No, L is perfect. L was justice.

At least… that's what he told himself as he gathered up his bear shaped tooth brush he purchased at a local convenient store.

The day went on, everything was slack and as soon as the task force dismissed one by one L stalked his way to his room to gather his things while smiling contently at a curious Watari. He made his way to the small female's room, his feet barley leaving the carpet in his sloth-like quirks.

This would also be evident in his plan to get her into school, but that would be discussed later... He hadn't dared mention it to her earlier in fear he may have lost his bollocks.

Yes all seemed to be going smoothly. Soon he deduced that Misa would be apprehended from the fibers they found in the tapes, and Light Yagami would soon follow suit.

And Emma, well…

That he supposed, would be determined later on.

End of Chapter.


(A/N: Whoa, took me a shit ton of time to update this, had anyone else experienced Fanfiction being all weird? I think my laptop is going to go… the files are corrupting, literally. Oh well I suppose! This is a short-ish chapter due to I'm uploading them in parts. NEXT CHAPTER IS THE SLUMBER PARTY. I have it done but I feel like Satan. Maybe I'll hold off on updating that chapter… hmms… tempting! It was so much fun to write! Anyway's thank you ALL who freaking reviewed the last story, 81 reviews! We went from I think 57/65 between there, all the way to 81 in less than 3 days, WHOA! Keep it up! Let's see if we can get to one hundred so I can give you guys a bonus chapter on top of all this jazz!

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