A/N: So another chapter...Sorry this took kinda long to get out. Anyways, a chapter image will be posted(probably won't go with anything in the story), but it's what gave me inspiration. Yup, I hope you like this chapter. Its short, sorry 'bout that. I'll post a long one next update :)

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Disclaimer(these always make me sad): I don't own anything from Death Note....*tear*

Chapter 2

A New Kira?

"Are you sure this is going to work, Yagami-san?" Anju Akiyama whispered, playing with a loose string on the sweater Light was making her wear. It was a light pink color(something she would never have in her closet) and part of Light's younger sister's wardrobe. She frowned at herself through a window they walked by, holding back tears.

After finding that weird notebook on the ground, her life had been flipped around. A Death Note. Honestly, who would've though it was real? Anju hadn't, but apparently it was. She blamed her curiosity for this mess, but it was her fault. She mentally beat herself up, asking why she hadn't just kept walking. Her life would be normal now.

Light Yagami, she was more scared of him then the monster flying behind them. He had this crazed look in his eyes when he told her his plan. Don't follow my orders and die. That was his persuasion. It took Anju all of about three seconds to figure out what she would do.

Follow him of course. She knew the second he proved the notebook was real that he was Kira. And if she knew anything about Kira, it was that he was heartless. She was right. Light Yagami was heartless, only passionate about justice, though everything he did went against that.

Anju wrapped her arms around her body. It was still partly chilly outside, though not pouring rain like yesterday. Leaves were turning brown and red, falling to the floor. Wind nipped at her, drying her lips and eyes. The bottom of her jeans were turning brown with mud, and dragged along the floor.

She fingered her hair, watching the sun bounce off the glitter. Never in a million years would she ever dress like this, but it was all part of Light's plan. A brown knapsack hung off her shoulder, it would be put into use later, but for now it just hung still. Her make-up had been applied just as Light told her to, glittery pink lip-gloss, and soft eye shadow.

He had changed all of her. His reasons? Well…Anju wasn't quite sure. She assumed it was all part of his plans, but what did the way she dress have to do with anything. Holding back a frown, she had to speed her pace up to match Light's. His russet eyes flickered over to her for a brief second, before staring directly ahead.

"You know what your doing right?" He questioned, Anju nodded, "Good, wait for my signal."

And that was it. He walked off quickly after that, leaving Anju standing in the middle of a sea of people, trying to recall what he wanted her to do. Letting her frown show, she moved apart from the crowd and walked along the edge of the sidewalk, closer to the cars. In the distant she saw Light cross a street and walk up to the huge college.

Remembering her task, she followed loosely behind, leaving a distant gap between them. Crossing her arms over her chest, she wiped all of her thoughts away. She didn't want them to convince her to run away, because then she'd be killed. She mentally berated herself for giving out her name so freely.

She paused after crossing the street, a short distant from the now still boy, and sat on a near bench. She pulled her bag on her lap, and played with the same loose string she had been pulling earlier. Her long hair piled on her head and covered her face from view. With no one watching, she let a few tears escape, wiping them off hastily.

A few hours passed and Anju sat on the bench, just as Light had told her to. Over time she had relaxed into a more suitable sitting position, with her legs folded underneath her. Just as her feet started falling asleep, she saw Light in the distance. Standing up quickly, it felt like pins were being pushed into her legs multiple times.

As they got closer, Anju watched for the signal. Counting the seconds in her head, she watched Light closely until she saw him itch his nose. Springing to action, Anju felt butterflies flutter in her stomach. She frowned at the stupid metaphor. If there was anything in her stomach, it was man-eating butterflies.

Walking to the pair, she shrugged the bag over her shoulder to keep it from falling, and caught up to them.

"Yagami-Chan!" She shouted, waving like a obsessed fan-girl, just like he had told her to. Mentally she frowned at the honorific she had used for him. He was no where close to being a friend, someone she was comfortable with. She saw a flash of panic, and anger flash through his eyes, which didn't go unnoticed by L, the man standing next to him, just like planned.

"Oh, hey, Anju-san." Light replied, "gaining" his composure back, "What are you doing here?"

"Gee, can't a girl just visit her friends once and awhile." Anju complained, crossing her arms. Light smiled, sending chills down her spine, and L watched the pair with wide, curious eyes. Light, "noticing" L, jumped with shock at his poor manners.

"Oh, how rude of me, Ryuzaki, this is Akiyama, Anju, a friend of mine." He explained, and Anju stuck out her small hand. L didn't even spare it a glance, but watched Anju with calculating eyes. Her cheeks turned pink at his intense stare, and she awkwardly dropped her hand to her side. Before either had a chance to say anything, a criminal walked by, and Light gave Anju another signal sign.

Anju frowned with distaste as a few cops ran after the man. Ryuzaki noticed her expression and his stare turned suspicious.

"Isn't that Fukui, Haro?…The thief that escaped last Tuesday?" Light questioned. Ryuzaki never took his gaze off the light-haired girl.

"That's so repulsive." Anju answered, "Is there no justice in this world?"

She reached inside her bag and grabbed what seemed to look like a blank, black notebook. She flipped open a page, and grabbed the pen that was resting behind her hair. Writing down a fake sentence, she set the notebook inside her bag, and crossed her arms over her chest.

Forty seconds later Fukui Haro dropped dead. A panic broke out throughout the crowd, and L's eyes narrowed at the girl. She smiled a good-bye and walked away from the group humming to herself. L's phone rang, and he pulled it out, holding it between his index finger and thumb, and pressed it to his ear.

Light waited a few moments and L shut the phone off. He turned to Light with a small frown placed on his thin lips. Light listened with excited and anticipating ears.

"Light-kun, Akiyama-san has been placed in confinement as a possible suspect of Kira." He said, making Ryuk erupt with laughter from besides Light, "I just thought I'd let you know."

All Anju saw was black.

Well, the black of the cloth covering her eyes. It had been a week since she had been in confinement, and she had yet to talk. Her throat was hoarse from nonuse and no water. Her stomach rumpled in hungry from not eating, and she had to use the bathroom really bad.

"Are you willing to admit to being Kira, yet?" The synthetic voice coughed through the speaker. She remained silent, just like Light had told her to. Her fingers gripped the board she was strapped to as the voice stopped talking. She heard mutters coming through the speaker, and then L came back on.

"Akiyama-san, we've agreed to un-strap you since you remain impassive, and refuse to talk, but you will be placed under strict security, and will remain in a room wired with video cameras and bugs." The voice said again, and then quieted. Anju heard a door open, and felt cold and shaking hands place themselves on her straps. They fumbled with the rope and managed to undo her.

As soon as the straps were off, Anju fell to her knees. Her legs had been asleep for two days now, the last time she used them was going to the bathroom two days ago, and weren't use to the pressure from her body that was applied to them. A hand gripped her upper arm and pulled her up. That was when she first got a look at the man.

He was fairly attractive with dark hair and matching eyes. He was young, maybe in his early twenties, and was average height. He blushed red when he saw her staring, and led her out of the door. Anju noticed that he was quite jittery and seemed to be sweating a bit. She pulled to a stop halfway done the dark hall, and he turned to her questioning.

"May I use the restroom?" Anju asked, looking down at her feet. The man scratched idly behind his neck, and stuttered out, "L-R-Ryuzaki gave me strict orders to take you straight up to your room.", Anju let out a frustrated sigh, but nodded and followed him out.

Once placed in her room, Anju stormed into the bathroom, not caring if there were cameras in there to, and released her stress. After relieving herself, she continued into the room, and check for towels.

It had been a week since she had showered properly, and her hair was matted with greasy. Finding a towel in her dresser, she turned on the shower, and stripped her clothes. She washed herself thoroughly and rid herself of unwanted hairs. After spending an hour in the warm water it started turning cold, and she shut it off.

Wrapping herself in a towel, she forgot about the cameras and walked out into the room. She pulled open her drawers to look for a pair of jeans and shirt, and she secretly thanked the witty detective for placing her clothes in the dresser for her. She grabbed a pair of grey jeans and a plain black t-shirt before walking back into the bathroom. She had decided that L would have some respect and not put cameras in the bathroom for at least some privacy.

She slipped on the clothes with fresh undergarments, and then exited the bathroom, turning off the light. She sat Indian styled on her bed, and pulled out a brush after searching for it for about thirty minutes, and rid the knots in her long hair. Leaving it to air dry, she pulled out her notebook and began writing as Light had instructed her.

She wrote random thoughts of her own and often talked of her sister and memories. She used the notebook as a sort of diary, and wrote her feelings and thoughts. Her hand started cramping after awhile, and she noticed her hair was done drying. She braided it into two braids that rested on her shoulder, and just as she finished, the man from earlier knocked on the door.

"Err, Ryuzaki wants to meet with you." He said, scratching his neck again. Anju nodded and let herself be led to the mysterious L. The man left her at a door and she entered, cautiously looking around. The lights were dimmed and she noticed a figure sitting in front of a computer. She recognized him as the boy that had been standing with Light the day she had greeted him. Light never told her why he exactly wanted her to do those things in front of this boy….She knew now.

"Sit down, Akiyama-san." He said.

"Call me, Anju." She answered sitting down. She hated her last name; it reminded her of her father. L spun around in his chair, and she noticed his odd sitting position. He watched her with an intense stare, and she felt her face grow warm.

"Alright, Anju-san, you shall remain placed in this confinement until I prove you as Kira, or your released innocent." He said, waiting for her reaction. Her face remain impassive as before, except for the red tint on her cheeks. She let out a long sigh, possibly wondering how she got herself into this.

"I'm not Kira." She said finally.

"Do you have any proof to prove your innocence." He asked, sticking his thumb between his teeth. He waited for her response, but it never came. He spun back around in his chair to look at the computer screen, "That's what I thought."

"You may go now." He said. He heard her let out a straggled noise.

"What?!" She asked, "That's all you dragged me here for?"

He turned back around and stared, "Yes. What other would I need from you?"

She was silent for several moments, "Well, can't I help with the case? So I can prove I'm not Kira."

"I doubt that would work, but sure, why not?" He said, turning back around, "You can't kill with me watching you."

"I'm not Kira!"

"Sure you aren't."

He was mocking her now. She frowned and crossed her arms. Anju stood from her chair briskly, not being able to take anymore of L's odd behavior, and crossed the room. Her hand rested on the doorknob just as L spoke.

"The task force meets at five o'clock sharp." He said, and without saying a good-bye, Anju left the room.

A/N: EEK! I hate short chapters, and I'm mad at myself for not making this longer! Sorry! This is just a sorta filler chapter, and the next one with be much longer, I promise. I'm not really satisfied with this one, but I'm just trying to get the story started so I can get to the fun parts :P. The beginning of stories are always kinda lame, unless your a good writer, like uber good. Then they are interesting. Ya, I'll stop rambling now. If you have time check out my other story I just start! Thanks for reading.

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