Hello again and thanks for coming to read this chapter. It's time for the moment of truth accompanied by some major drama! Dun, dun, dun! :O

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Disclaimer: He's mine! He's mine! Muahahaha! Ryuzaki is mine! -splashed with cold water- He's not mine, -sniff- and neither are any other Death Note characters.

Okay on with the story.

Chapter 11- Reflection

After Ryuzaki and I finished in the kitchen I excused myself and went ot my room. I was exhausted, and as much as I denied it, I knew I'd over-exerted myself. I closed the door silently and leaned against it, sighing silently. I closed my eyes, my body still tingling with excitement from our encounter. Get ahold of yourself, there's no need to be so giddy, I thought. I couldn't help feeling that way though. What's the matter with me? He usually doesn't have this much of an effect on me. Maybe a shower will clear my head.

I went through my closet and picked out a dark blue long sleeve, v-neck sweater, a white cami to go underneath and a pair of jeans, and then walked into my bathroom. The hot water flowing along my curves did nothing to halt the emotions running through my head. I finished showering quickly and shut the water off with a sigh.

I stepped out of the shower cautiously, with that strange feeling still in my heart. I walked over to the mirror and wiped away some ofthe steam. Am I really the same person, I thought as I stared at myself. What is this, this indescribable emotion that is welling up inside of me? What's wrong with me? I did my best to try and clear my thoughts as I dressed and left the bathroom. I put my hair up in a towel and lay on my back on the bed staring up at the cieling blankly. I closed my eyes slowly trying to make sense of this confusion. Suddenly, the tumultuous storm of emotions in my mind vanished, and all was quiet. Why do I see his face when I close my eyes? Why does everything else disappear? Why do I still hear his voice whispering softly in my ear? Why do I still feel his touch? I saw him, clearly, in my mind's eye, sitting in his crouched position, staring at me with his inescapable gaze. Ryuzaki.

Why is this happening? I sat up, taking my hair out of the towel and ran my fingers through my hair. I groaned in exasperation and rested my head in my hands. The more I try to deny it the more trapped I feel. I try to run but I can't escape this feeling. I have to admit it, but how do I admit to feeling something when I don't even know what it is? All I know is that when I'm with him, when I look into his eyes, when I feel his breath on my skin, nothing else matters. Could this be. . . No it can't be. Can it?

L's P.O.V.

I stood in the kitchen alone, leaning on one of the stainless steel counters, listening to the sound of water dripping from the faucet. How long has it been? How long have I known her? She's changed a geat deal. She's no longer the same woman who walked into Watari's office on that stormy morning. The woman who was willing to drop everything out of a sense of obligation. No she's different now. She's experienced loss all over again, and stared it right in the face and moved on. She's no longer afraid.

I wonder, have I changed as well? I thought back to earlier this morning when Haruka and I walked to the store. Why did the idea of other men looking at Haruka in that way bother me so? After all she is a young, beautiful woman. Could I have been jealous? No that's not possible, that would have to mean that I developed feelings for her. That's not possible. I shook my head in an attempt to rid myself of the foolish thought.

I still feel it, that strange feeling. I've trained myself over the years to dull my emotions, because in reality they are nothing but distractions, and distractions lead to mistakes. Mistakes lead to failures. I've seen many horrible things in my short life, and I've been able to deal with those emotions, those feelings. This is different. I feel like I'm constantly in a fog. I can't seem to focus on anything, except for. . .

"Haruka." As her name left my lips I felt a my spine tingle, and my heart rate increase. What is this? I've never been in such a situation before. I don't know what to do. These foreign emotions, the feeling that my heart is aching because I'm not in her presence, because she's not in my arms. Am I going insane?

I shook my head again deciding to grab myself another piece of cake. Hopefully this will help me clear my head. I took the knife, and slid it through the dense layers easily, and finally laying the slice on a plate. I rummaged through one of the drawers until I found a fork and took a bite. Unfortunately the cake had the opposite effect to what I was hoping for. Each subtle flavor, as it wrapped itself around my tounge, reminded me of her in some way. Memories just a few moments old, flooded my mind. Her smiling face as she whisked the egg whites, when she lost patience with me and pretended to glare at me over the tray of frozen chocolate. Then just as quickly as the had appeared, my pleasant memories vanished. I was back, in the cold, sparse kitchen, staring at my slice of cake with one bite taken out of it, alone. Alone. Up until that one moment I never knew one word could strike so much fear into me. It never bothered me before that moment, that one seemingly insignificant moment. I quickly put down my plate and walked out of the room to search for some company.

Haruka's P.O.V.

I left my room without even bothering to put my hair up or dry it. I closed the door and ran for the elevator. I can't take this anymore! I have to tell him. The following sixty seconds in the elevator were some of the longest I've ever experienced. The anxiety was suffocating and my pulse began to rise. Come on, come on! Ding! Finally!

I'll try the investigation room first. He's got to be in there. I ran for the room with all my might and swiftly opened the door. I looked and to my relief saw Ryuzaki sitting on one of the couches in the room. He appeared to be in deep thought, but turned to me when he heard the door close. I must have looked horrible at that moment, with my disheveled hair and panting heavily, but still he smiled at me. I quickly regained my composure as I made my way over.

"Is something wrong?" He asked as I sat down next to him. I shook my head, while trying to avoid looking him in the eye.

I swallowed hard, it's now or never. "Um, Ryuzaki?"

"Yes?" He asked turning to face me and I turned to face him.

"Um, I don't know how to say this." I said and bit my lower lip, while still trying not to look at him directly. "This time that I've spent with you has been some of the best of my life." I paused again, "I don't know how to describe this, this burning feeling I get in my heart whenever I think of you." I said and looked him in the eye as I reached for his hand. He seemed surprised and said nothing. I felt my face go the go the brightest shade of red you can imagine, my heart still beating at an unbellievable rate. "I guess what I'm trying to say is, I love you, Ryuzaki." His eyes widened and he stared back at me. I smiled at him warmly, while still blushing. The moment seemed to go on for eternity, at least it did, until it came to a screeching halt.

"What? Y-You can't be serious." He said while staring at me in shock.

"What do you mean? I love you Ryuzaki." I replied quickly. Please, God, this can't be happening, I thought and my eyes filled with tears.

"I think you're mistaken. You can't possibly feel that for me." He said and got off the couch. I grabbed his sleeve before he could take another step.

"Please Ryuzaki. I love you, please believe me!" I shouted and tears streamed down my face.

"I can't believe that." He said and looked down at me, his eyes filled with shock. The way he stared down at me, it felt as if he were looking at someone with a horrible disease. He pulled his sleeve out of my grip and walked to the door.

"Ryuzaki! Ryuzaki! Please come back!" I shouted after him, but my cries were ignored and he left the room without another word. I collapsed onto the couch, and cried like I never have. Tears flowed readily out of my eyes, and it was as if they couldn't come out fast enough. My whole body was in pain. I think it would have been less painful had I been stabbed in the heart. Anything else but this. I felt like I was choking, and I gasped for air. Finally I lost all form of restraint and screamed again and again. My whole body shook, my mind was broken. Oh God, I thoguht. . . But I love him! Fuck! This can't be happening. Oh God, I want to die. Please let me die.

Another plot twist! Don't kill me! There's more to this than Haruka knows. What the hell is going on with Ryuzaki? Review and you'll find out. I think I'm gonna make you guys wait until Sunday for the next chapter. Once again, don't kill me! Love you guys! Later.