(A/N: well after 3 months or so and lots of nagging, begging, pleading, bribing and hysterical outbursts from MissK33hl, I've finally updated it. Good god, I've never had such lack of motivation for a story before...not. Lots of my fics could use an update but I'm too damn lazy. So much for "I'll update much faster now that school's out and summer's here". Anyway, read it, enjoy, and if ya like it: review it.)

A young, 15 year old boy with spiky black hair was thrown roughly into a metal cell. He was bleeding badly from multiple wounds and was nearly unconscious, bleeding from the head as well. The Lab guards had beaten him again for trying to escape, and this time they'd beaten him worse than ever before. It was amazing that he wasn't dead, and he'd still have to endure the testing the next day.

Another teen boy of the same age merely stared at him disdainfully before snorting and looking away, muttering that he is a fool. The lights shut off and they are all left in darkness. The only thing that could be seen was the glow from the brunette boys hazel eyes, and the glowing blue-green gaze of a girl in the same cell as them, with light brown hair. As the hazel-eyed boy-Ryuuk- curled up in his corner to sleep, she crept over to the dark-haired boy and rolled him over on his back. He'd fallen unconscious again, his lip was bleeding and he had two black eyes and cuts and bruises all across his body. She placed a hand on the back of his head and pulled away, her hand wet with blood.

She shook her head and muttered, "L, you idiot."

She stood up and went over to the bars of their cell. On a table not far away, the scientists hard earlier treated the wounds of one of those bastard experiments that worked for them- a first aid kit was still there. She slipped her arm through the bars and could almost reach it, but not quite. She strained to reach it, her fingertips just barely there. She closed her eyes shut…and felt the kit in her hand. She pulled her hand back in and crept back over to L. She started to treat his wounds as best as she could. Why was she helping him? She barely even considered him a friend. Even so, she still tended to him.

L faded in and out of consciousness. Each time he awoke, his vision was fuzzy but he felt soft, gentle hands tending to him. Yet, just as his vision would begin to clear, he would slip back into unconsciousness and dream. Hours later he awoke again. His head ached and his vision cleared, but the figured that had tended to him earlier was gone. He only saw Ryuuk and Chris curled up in their corners, fast asleep. He saw one of Chris's hands slightly bloodstained and then he knew who the gentle figure had been…

L answered the phone crossly. "What is it, Matt?"

"Dude where are you! You left like, 2 hours ago! You need to get back here! I'm bored…"

"Just shut the fuck up and get off the phone!" Chris yelled into it.

"Holy shit L! You and Chris?!" Matt laughed. "God that's hilarious! I don't believe! I gotta go tell the others." This is what L worried about. No one would be able to understand why he liked Chris. Hell, even he didn't know. He just did. It was like something had clicked into place, its felt right being around her. When he was around her, he felt like he didn't have to be the smartest, the best at anything. He could just relax, have some fun, be a normal teenager for the first time in his life- well, as close to normal as he could get. Besides, no one had seen the real Chris though he had seem glimpses. The aggressiveness, obnoxious remarks, and violent outbursts were just a façade, merely her trying to hide the fact that she could care. She acted that way to keep people out, but somehow it didn't work against him, he had soon through her acts and seen the real her; he had seen that she could care when she tended to him all those years ago, the first act of kindness she had ever shown to anyone. L didn't quite understand why she'd want to keep people out, but maybe all the neglect caused it, or maybe the Lab had done something to her to make her that way. Or maybe she was just afraid of getting hurt…

"Don't you dare!" Chris snarled. L was jerked out of his thoughts, back into the present with one arm around Chris's waist, the other holding up the phone in his hand where Matt was on speaker and Chris was yelling back into it.

"Chris and L, sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G, first comes lov-"

"Shut the fuck up or else I'm turning you into a friggen girl!!!"

"…later…" Matt quickly hung up.

"Well…that was handled nicely…think we should head back?"

"If we go back, you know I'll beat the shit out of him, right?"

"Yup. And I'm sure Mello will enjoy it thoroughly."

Chris snorted. "Mello? What sort of gay-ass name is that?"

"Don't let him hear you say that. Mello's not the type of guy you mess with."

"I'm sure I can take him."

L was going to reply but then paused. "…" Damn she probably can beat him up….hmmmm… "Well anyone, Mello is one of my possibly successors. He's a year older than us. There's also Near, another possibly successor who's only 13."

"Jesus, how many of these 'possible' successors do you have."

"Well Matt's 3rd in line but other than that, no one. But if someone comes along that I think could handle it, I could name them my successor. I still haven't quite decided on who though, all of them have different qualities that would make them good at it but also have qualities that hinder them. I just wish they could get along…"

"Good luck with that. So are we going to go or what?"

"Fine fine, we'll go." L dropped his hands from her waist and left the warehouse, Chris at his side. He got into the Lamborghini that he "borrowed" from Matt(without the redheads permission of course) and waited for Chris to get in as well when he heard the revving of a motorcycle. "…Where did you get that?"

"Stole it."

"Chris! You can't do that!"

"Really? I can't? Because I think I already did," she smirked.

"Are you going to take it back…?"

"Pugh. Why would I do that?" Chris put on the helmet, revved the engine again and drove off, leaving L to start the car and follow, although she did let him pass so he could lead the way back to Headquarters. It didn't take them long to get there, and they parked their vehicles in an underground garage next to the large 40 floor skyscraper that was L's Headquarters. After passing through eye and palm scanners, L led her into the building and into a large room filled with hi-tech computers, large hi-definition TV's and some furniture here and there such as a couch where a skinny blonde boy who seemed to be about 18, was arguing with Rachel over something about her stealing his chocolate. Another boy, who appeared to be only around 13 or 14, had pure white hair and was working on a puzzle while he crouched down on the floor. Ryuuk was at one of the computers and a certain red-head was sitting on a chair, eyes glued to a TV screen as he played a video game that looked like Halo 3.

Chris immediately strode up to Matt and L immediately knew there would be trouble. So he decided to just let her do whatever it was she was going to do and get the violence out of her system. He sat down at a computer and opened some files, to see what sort of progress had been made on the case, which was very little. However, all that time in the Lab gave him a lot of times to think and he had his own suspicions of who Kira was…

Meanwhile, Chris strode over in front of Matt, crossing her arms and blocking his view of the TV.

"Um…" Matt gulped, knowing he was in trouble. Mello and Rachel stopped their bickering and turned their attention over to Chris and Matt, sensing a change in the atmosphere.

"So, Matt, what was it that you said on the phone again?" Chris asked innocently yet dangerously, malice flashing in her gaze.

"Umm…I hope that you and L have a wonderful relationship?" he replied uncertainly, wincing slightly.

"No I don't that was it." Chris clenched her hand in a fist and drew it back, thrusting it forward. Her fist connected with Matt's face, with a force powerful enough to send him flying backwards.

"Gah! L! Call off your girlfriend!" yelped Matt as scrambling away from Chris as she calmly strode up to him, picking him up by the collar.

L merely lifted his head. "I'm sorry, did you say something Matt?"

Chris growled at Matt, holding him up off the floor by his shirt collar. "Mind your own fucking business," she snarled as kicked him harshly right in the groin, hard and dropped him harshly on the ground, walking off.

"Mother of…god-damn Jesus Chris!!" Matt yelped in pain, holding himself and grimacing in pain.

Every single guy in the room just stared, thankful that it wasn't them and making a mental note to avoid Chris's feet when she was pissed off, and more importantly, not to make any snide comments about her, L and any alleged relationship(but it didn't take a genius to figure out what a guy and a girl could be doing alone for two hours). But damn that looked like it hurt and they just couldn't help but wince and feel just a little pity for the guy.

(A/N: ha ha, Chris's kicking guys in sensitive areas is something that I do all the time when a guy pisses me off enough. I think my real life friend Matt has been forever scarred and lived in constant fear of the daily injury that I might bestow upon him. And for some reason, I find it friggin hilarious to see a guy in pain like that: sorry guys, I know it hurts ya and lots of guys I know say that's the cruelest thing anyone can do to a guy, but I find it funny and so does Chris(maybe this is why my friends think I'm evil, heartless and have no soul...). So anyway, next chapter will come...whenever I get around to it. Maybe I'll update by Christmas, or Easter, or next Christmas. I really don't know. But more of the Kira plot will show up soon and a bit of Kira himself(the evil little bastard!) Until then...quit reading Fanfictions, get off the computer, and go outside to do something non-computer related and hope that nothing will constantly remind you of your fics, your characters, your roleplays or all those other things that just won't get out of your head! And if any of you find a cure for that, please let me know as my many many many characters won't leave me the hell alone to the point where I can't even go out on the road and drive somewhere without seeing a semi truck or a sign or something that will make me think of my chars...God I'm random...)