AN: Alright, so I'm completely inspired by this story. I think you're gonna see quick updates for a while. It's officially going to be a full on lotsa chapters story, so you can look forward to lots of reading and L/Alexandria cuteness. That is... if you can trust her... O.o? Lol. Ahhhh mindgames. Also! There will be a chapter later on rated M for lemoness.

Question- Is L's name L Lawliet, or does the L stand for Lawliet? Pretty much, is Lawliet his first or his last name?

Now on with the story!

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Chapter Three:
Anderson

"What are you doing up so early?"

Alexandria jumped, gasping as she spun to face a very much awake L. "Bloody hell! What do you think you're doing scaring me half to death like that?" she asked him in a hushed, angry voice.

"I was merely asking a question," he told her.

"Shh," she reprimanded him as she opened the fridge and pulled out a carton of orange juice. "You'll wake up the children."

For a second L's mind registered just how much her voice reminded him of a mother's, particularly when they were speaking to the father. The entire situation read like parents waking up before their children, trying to ready themselves for work without waking their children. It seemed like the beginning of a primetime sitcom.

"You've been waking up earlier and earlier everyday. Why is this?" he asked, his thumb against his lips slightly muffling his voice. "Is something hindering your sleep?"

"What?" she asked as she looked back at him from the cupboard where the glasses were held. "Oh, no. Honestly I've been trying to wake up before you."

L's eyes widened gently at the news, shifting in his seat and resting his hands on his knees as he leaned forward. "Me?" he asked, his obsidian eyes burning with curiosity.

"Yes, you," she said, setting the glass and the carton down on the table. "I woke up at 9, then 8, then 7, and then I decided to just grab the bull by the horns and wake up at 5. Apparently I missed the bull," she grumbled.

"Perhaps you shouldn't sleep so little. It seems to make you cranky," he deduced, tilting his head to the side.

Her movements stopped as she just stared at him, her mouth hanging open gently before clenching her jaw. "Thank you for the tip," she ground out, pouring her orange juice. "Though I suppose you're right. I'm starting to get those ugly dark circles under my eyes just like you." Her voice was arrogant as she spun with the orange juice carton in hand so as she could put it away. She gasped as the carton slipped from her hand, crashing to the ground with a noise that was magnified by the silence of the early morning.

"Would this be karma?" L's voice was plain as always, watching her shoulders tense lightly. She didn't respond, but picked up the carton and opened the fridge. "Though," he started, leaning his head back to look at the ceiling, his thumb once again at his mouth, "I suppose that if you were starting to exhibit the same characteristics as the person whom you were studying, then you would be getting closer to understanding why or how said person does things."

"Aye, but then you would no longer be studying the person. If you truely began exhibiting the same characteristics then you would be becoming the person. You wouldn't be studying, you would be exemplifying," she explained. "And that, good sir, is how cults are made."

Alexandria smiled at him from her side of the kitchen table, sipping at her orange juice as she stared at him from over the rim of the glass. L returned her gaze, a soft smile upturning the corners of his lips. He could outwit her unwillingly, but it was good to know that he had a combatant in the mind, even though she had just stated that she might be the first member of a cult following him. "Goodmorning," was all he said, placing his feet on the floor and walking across the hall to the game room.

"I, uh... goodmorning." She was baffled. He didn't seem the kinda to simply walk out of an argument. It had been friendly, though, so perhaps he had seen it as a useless waste of time. 'Oh well, I guess there will be plenty of other times for us to debate.'
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The school children were all gone finally, each one on their way to catch up with friends and make it to class before the bell rang. Alexandria sat at the computer, clicking at puzzle peices on the screen. Ever since that first day she had been doing puzzles on the computer, staring at the screen from the time that L got off to the time she had to leave for work. She was quite surprised this morning, though, when he went for the newspaper instead of the computer.

"Anything interesting in the paper?" she asked, resting her elbow on the table with her chin resting in her palm.

"None more so than usual," he answered, his eyes scanning down the pages quickly. Finally he found it. He froze at the headline, "Kira Killing Criminals". 'Clever,' he thought distainfully. The killings had only slightly reached out beyond the borders of Japan, so the rest of the world wasn't very worried about it. Many of them thought it was the Japanese government doing it themselves to free up space in their prisons.

The day before had only brought on 7 killing from Kira, which was an odd number considering he usually went for clean numbers such as 10 or 20, some days even 30. 'What happened to the other three criminals...' He continued to read the article, and it said that an 8th criminal had died in England the day before due to heart attack as well, but because he had committed such a low profile crime that it was unsure if it was related to the Kira killings at all.

"Hello? Did you hear me?" Alexandria's voice invaded his mind, and he folded the paper down to see her staring at him. "I've been trying to get your attention for the last 30 seconds."

He blinked at her, not having noticed her voice at all. "I was thinking," he stated vaguely, placing the paper next to him.

"May I ask about what?"

"I'd rather you didn't."

"Alright then," she said, shrugging it before smiling. "Well I wanted to tell you that I finally have a name for you."

He blinked again. He had forgotten about her saying that she was going to give him a name. His curiosity was peaked as he rested his hands on his knees. "And what is it?"

'He does get right to the point, doesn't he,' she thought to herself, letting out a mental sigh. "Anderson."

"Anderson?"

"Anderson."

"Anderson..." his voice was quiet as he looked up, his thumb taking its normal place. 'Anderson. "Masculine". Hebrew. Good name, though not the best fit.'

"I know it sounds strange, and it's used more as a last name, but I like it. I can see people calling you Anderson," she explained. "I was toiling with something Asian at first, seeing as how you are at least part Asian, but there wasn't anything that I liked."

"Understandable."

"So it's good then?" She was hopeful; not so much for him to like the name, but for her to not have to come up with a new one.

His response came slow as he thought over all the people named Anderson that he knew of, though there were very few of them. "It's good," he told her finally.

Her smile grew and she nodded her head in response. "Good," she repeated, turning to face the computer once again. "My name's Elizabeth."

The comment so offhanded and so mundane that he barely caught it. "How is your name Elizabeth?"

She turned to face him once again, shrugging. "It's Elizabeth," she said. "I lied before. My name isn't Alexandria." He was baffled and angered. She had lied to him. More than that, he hadn't caught it. He had been had.

"It fits."

His voice was hollow, she noticed. There was something he wanted to say, but didn't. His eyes weren't up, or focused on anything imparticular, but they were downcast. She had never seem them like that. Was it really that big of a deal to him? It had merely been a joke. A little stab at the fact that he never gave out his own name. Why should she give her real name if he wouldn't give his?

His insides were tearing themselves apart. He had been had! He had simply accepted what the girl had told him and hadn't thought twice about it. After questioning where she was speaking to him, why she was there, and if there was any possible reason for him to be weary around her and coming up with nothing he had learned that her name was a fake. He had become too comfortable. He would not be had again.

"I'm going out today." It was all he said as he stood and walked out of the room, going to phone Watari and leaving a dumbfounded Elizabeth behind. He needed to do his research today away from her.

AN: Oh. A twisty. Kind of. I liked it:) And I also LOVE the name Anderson. It's officially my favorite names list. And I like her far more as an Elizabeth than as an Alexandria. I didn't suddenly throw that in there simply for that fact, though. I've been planning on that part since I started the story:) Well, I hoped you liked it and that you come back. And also that you leave me stuff.

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