I'm still not sure whether or not I will have Gelus die. He is just so adorable, but I'm planning on Misa getting a death note one way or another. As for the Shinigami eyes, Misa is a dead girl walking, having the eyes without making the deal isn't that much of a stretch.

disclaimer : Death Note doesn't belong to me !

(edited 03/03/2021)

May 9th, 2001.

"Damn it all. He isn't supposed to be in Japan yet..." Misa cursed loudly as she picked up her things as to get the fuck away from her workplace.

"Who? That old man?" Misa looked behind her shoulder to see Gelus, barely surprised to have him sneaking up on her and appear out of thin air anymore. She made sure the street she was on was empty before giving the small God a smile.

"Hello Gelus, no I was not quite talking about the old man." The small being raised a nonexistent brow at that "Who then?"

"His employer, I need to stay away from both of them and I thought they wouldn't be in Japan for a few years," Misa had never thought L would take some cases in Japan before the Kira case, she always assumed he would stay in England or anywhere else in Europe.

Really it was her fault for not considering he would take a few cases in Japan in the years before Kira. God how dumb could she get?

Of course L would take some cases in different countries, best detective in the world wasn't a title earned by always staying in one place.

"You know, not even Shinigami know of the future." Gelus commented as he followed her, the sky above them turning beautiful shades of orange and pink.

"Ne, do you know if it's possible for lifespan to be transferred?" The thread forming his mouth tightened, his unique eye suddenly on her.

"When Shinigami kill humans, their lifespan are added to ours." She already knew that (her head was going to burst with all that information, it's wrapping around her throat-)

"And between humans?"

"Unheard of," his tone was light, until it wasn't. "I wouldn't recommend trying it, playing with life and death like that."

Blood dripped from where her nails had dug too deeply into the fragile skin of her palms, Gelus now gone.

"Mmm..." The low sound came from a young man with huge shadows under his blank dark eyes. The man was sitting in his usual crouched position, enjoying some sweets.

"This cake really is the best... " His eyes never left the screen of the high-tech computer in front of him, the biggest cup of coffee next to it, courtesies of Watari.

"Are you sure we cannot take her with us?" Dry lips were pulled in a pout as he looked up at the older man who was standing up next to him, a large book in his hand.

"Yes L, I am certain. You cannot take a young lady away from her family and friends simply because you want her to bake more sweets for you," The butler sighed, eyes twinkling as he took in the state of the closest thing he had to a son, his best project ever.

Crumpled shirt and sunken cheeks or not.

"It really is a shame, those sweets are the best I've had in Japan..." The detective said lightly biting his thumb. "Misa Amane huh?" The man barely entering his adult years looked at the file in front of him, eyes narrowed.

"We'll get some more when we reach France." Watari tried to placate him, fingers pushing his glasses upwards.

"She looks normal, too normal..."

"We are leaving Japan tomorrow, has this girl really caught so much your attention that you would look into her files like this?" L once again ignored the disapproving glances of Watari, fingers tightening around paper. "She's hiding something... I just don't know what."

"I trust you L, but sometimes I wonder where in the world do these ideas come from," Watari commented as he served the insomniac detective some more coffee. The old man knew to trust the boy's instinct, it was very rarely wrong. Still, some high school girl.

"Change is a normal part of life, the best can be beaten while the worst can always improve. Following that principle, grades are a thing that should change as a student improve or regress and yet..." The detective bit harder on his thumb, the only thing letting the older man know of his frustration.

"Ever since Misa Amane started her schooling, all of her grades in all of her classes ranged between 80% and 85%, all of them."Quillsh Wammy shook his head fondly at his protege's antics,"In the rankings, she always managed to be in the top 10, but never in the three best students. It could be a coincidence or..."

Dark eyes searched the picture of a pretty, if a bit plain, blonde.

"Let's just say she managed to keep her grades in this range never getting lower or higher, this would mean she estimated what was needed to achieve those grades in each class, such a feat would require a high intellect. When asked to describe Misa Amane, most of her teachers described her as a lunatic. Never listening in class and yet achieving high grades." L took a sip of his overly sweet coffee not once looking at Watari.

"It could be a coincidence, but if I am right, it would mean that she does not want attention for a reason or the other...Maybe I'm overthinking this." The detective rarely did. "If not, than what is she hiding from?"

L bit down on another cookie with fervor.