Me: I know I'm a horrible person no please don't be mad D.:

Near: I doubt this is a good time for self-pity.

Me: But-but I failed them….

Matt: Awe shh shh Mea. I've decided to be a comforting person for today, so, how 'bout I get you anything you want.

Me; Well, first, I want my readers to not be disappointed in me.

Matt: HEY YOU GUYS HEY DON'T BE MAD MEA'S SORRY I'LL GIVE YOU FUN TIMES IF YOU WON'T BE MAD *WINK WINK*

Me: Matt. NO.

Matt: BUT BUT

Me: Second, I want Momiji.

Mello: HE'S NOT EVEN IN THIS ANIME

Me: Mello, how nice of you to join us. And I don't care he's adorable and I want him so gimmie.

Momiji: KYO KYO WHERE ARE WE?

Kyo: Shut up Momiji

Me: *sequels* I got 2 for 1!

Near: Mea does not own Death Note or any of its characters. Only Fate, her O.C. She also does not own Fruits Basket, Momiji, or Kyo.

Matt anxiously followed behind Mello. The students were all gathered in the main foyer, all waiting for the door to open to reveal their idol. Matt had never met "L", so he wasn't sure what all the fuss was about. Mello had already scolded him for asking if he (Matt) had to show. Matt didn't get it. If Fate didn't have to be here, why did he? He had already searched most of the room looking for the red-head. She was nowhere to be found.

The room only got more crowded and soon, Matt felt suffocated. Claustrophobia had never been much of a problem for him, but that was before he was stuck in the middle of a room full of sweaty, yelling, shoving children.

It wasn't much longer before the door creaked open to reveal a slouching, wide eyed figure. Was this the famous L? He didn't look like much, Matt thought to himself. His question was answered by the immediate silence that swept across the room. Matt had been living at Wammy's long enough to know that the kids don't silence themselves completely for just anyone. The man, L, looked no older than 20, and he seemed a bit awkward. His eyes swept across the room. At first, it seemed L was looking upon all his admirers, then at second glance, it seemed he was searching for a certain someone. L's eyes met Matt's and he stopped his search. L slowly made his way forward.

"Excuse me, excuse me, if you would be so kind as to move, excuse me…" L's words were quiet, yet everyone moved quickly and in an orderly fashion. Matt tensed. L stopped right in front of him. Even slouching, L was a good inch taller than Matt.

"There's a 78% chance you know her." L put his thumb to his lips. "Another 4% chance you two are related. I doubt it though, as there's little similarity and I would've known if she had a brother." It seemed as though L was talking to himself, and he seemed a bit not right in the head. Yet Matt couldn't help but feel intrigued by his way of thinking. L threw percent's all over the place, making wild guesses in every direction. Matt also couldn't help but wonder who L was referring to.

"Are you familiar with her?" L questioned. Matt stared at him. Mello nudged him.

"Who exactly are we talking about?" Matt spoke at last. He knew he should be nervous, he was speaking to Wammy's idol after all, yet Matt felt at ease talking to the lanky L. L frowned.

"I assumed you knew who I was referring to, my mistake. Fate. Do you know her?" L inquired. Matt's words caught in his throat. Was he talking about his Fate? Matt mentally reprimanded himself. Fate was not a possession, not something to be traded, bought, or claimed.

Meanwhile, all of Wammy's continued to witness the scene before them. Each of the children watched curiously as their beloved detective questioned the socially awkward Matt about the infamously disliked Fate. It was true, not many enjoyed Fate's presence. She was a talented individual, and was a subject of envy for many. Unfortunately, jealousy was not dealt with well among Wammy's students. Unknown to L, the fact that he specifically asked for her would only cause Fate more ridicule.

Only then did Matt return to the present.

"She's my best friend." Matt finally managed to use his words once again. It surprised him: the very person it seemed Fate was trying to avoid was asking for her. All of Wammy's held their breath, not daring to make a sound and watching the scene unfold before them.

"Ah. And where is she?" L continued to ask, yet Matt had a feeling L already knew.

"I'm not sure, an even if I was, I'm not sure I'd tell you." Mello elbowed Matt harder than before. L stared, his finger still on his lip.

"You have plenty of potential. Very well then, it seems I'll have to find her myself." L turned to face the rest of the students. Mart had forgotten they were even there.

"It's been a pleasure." And with those words, L exited the room.

As soon as he disappeared, the room broke out in an endless chatter.