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L was having a bad week. No, it wasn't because they hadn't made barely any progress in the Kira case. It wasn't that his delivery of sweets was late. It wasn't even because Matsuda managed to completely wipe the hard drive of one of the computers. No, it was because of her.

Dawn-san. He didn't understand how his female clone managed to get herself into so many situations that involved getting him into compromising positions while feeling... strange.

Ryuzaki, despite being a completely rational man, was beginning to wander if some god had it out for him.

Monday, he had sat in his normal spot in front of his laptop, typing away when Dawn came in like normal. She hung her coat up on the coat rack, slipped off her shoes, and made to go to the kitchen to get some sugary treat.

Then, once again, Matsuda did something stupid. He had been coming out of the kitchen, a cup of coffee in his hands, knocking into the brunette and knocking the burning hot liquid all over her chest. If that wasn't bad enough, she was wearing her usual white shirt that quickly became see through as the girl freaked out.

It was chaos, and once more L found his face feeling uncharacteristically warm.

In the end, Watari had allowed her to use one of L's shirts since they were more or less identical anyway, and that crisis was averted. Until Tuesday.

This time, surprisingly enough, it was Aizawa who caused it.

L had been showing Dawn the pictures from Kira's experiments, and the brunette had been sitting precariously on the edge of L's seat, something she had become accustomed to doing. Aizawa walked past, bumping into the girl and making her loose balance.

Where did she fall? Right into the detectives lap.

That had definitely been an awkward situation with much blushing between the two involved and Matsuda (the idiot) cat-calling.

Overall, a very embarrassing day.

Wednesday had been the best day of the week, but even then something still happened. Dawn and L had been taking a sweets break when Watari brought out a triple chocolate cake. Both of them leaned in at the same time to gaze lovingly at the miraculous-looking dessert, managing to hit their heads together. While not very awkward, being that close to the girl still made his face heat up and his throat to constrict. And he didn't know why.

L didn't like not knowing things. He was a genius – he thrived on knowing everything, or at least nearly everything. To suddenly have something happen to him whenever he came into contact with one girl that was so like him yet so not was both unnerving and, as much as he hated to admit it, a little frightening.

He couldn't allow his emotions, whatever they may be, to interrupt the case.

He had decided that as he worked late into the night that Wednesday, and he had planned on treating Dawn like he did all the other member of the Task Force. Of course, she had to make it difficult, without even knowing she was doing it.

Somehow the brunette had managed to get herself tangled in the curtains of one of the windows, and of course, L was the only one in the room at the time. He had to go through the process of taking the fabric off of her, which included going into close vicinity with her.

It happened once more. He breathed in – she smelt sweet, just like the finest German chocolate. Her eyes seemed to sparkle as she looked up at him with a pathetic yet innocent expression on her face. Her cheeks glowed a faint pink and he could nearly hear his heart beat quicken. L's face had warmed once more, and to make matter's worse, when he had gotten her out of there she had hugged him.

L couldn't remember ever being hugged before. Ever. Not once. He was weird, he was awkward, he was a genius – he was not the kind of person people hugged.

Did his clone know how hard she was making it to concentrate on his most important case ever? How distracted he got every time she would look over his shoulder and her soft mahogany hair would lightly tickle his cheek. How he felt like he couldn't breathe when he noticed her licking her lips. And L didn't even know why he was reacting the way he had!

Yes, the raven-haired detective knew quite well that the girl was attractive – he'd worked with attractive women before. Naomi Misora, Wedy, and even one of the older Wammy's girls from when he was younger, Red. He knew, but he'd never been affected before. Never had he wished to be closer to another human being.

Maybe he was going insane. Maybe Dawn was a demon come to make sure he did. Maybe using certain methods to gain information in cases had pissed a god off, and now he was spiting the Lawliet.

Whatever the answer might be, he had to do something about it, before he truly did loose his mind. Instead of ignoring her, he had decided to see her after everyone else had gone back to their respective houses. Dawn normally stayed latest, probably because she went home to an empty house.

That Friday night, they had sat side by side in the living room of the hotel. The only light came from the various computer monitors as they went over to the data. As of that moment, he had felt fine. No quickening heart beat, not warm face. He felt completely normal. The clicking of his spindly fingers against the keys of the computer was rhythmic and soothing, as was the even breathing of the girl beside him.

Upon noticing that Dawn's breathing was deeper and more even then it normally was, he decided to ignore it. L needed to concentrate on figuring out more potential people that could possibly be the most notorious serial killer to ever walk the planet.

So he worked. For hours, maybe, before the next compromising position occurred. There was a sudden warmness on his shoulder, so the detective had glanced down and his eyes widened. Dawn had fallen asleep, curled up in her sitting position that had somehow allowed her to lean her head on his shoulder.

It happened then. The heartbeat, the blush, the inability to swallow. He couldn't deny it anymore – something about being in close contact with this girl made him flustered, and it was a feeling he didn't really care for. He knew he should probably kick her off the Task Force – he needed to be able to concentrate, but he couldn't imagine doing it. It seemed an impossibility.

Ryuzaki couldn't imagine working day to day without having to fight for his sweets, having someone with a mind to rival his own converse with him, and missing that someone who seemed to brighten the room just by walking into it.

With a small, panda-like smile, L turned back to his laptop, making sure not to jostle the sleeping female.

He'd figure it out eventually.

D'aww. Don't you just love L's panda-smile? Its so freaking cute w I luffs it~ I've decided that there may be more than eight chapters also 8D

Song of the Chapter: Magnet - Rin and Len Kagamine

~Adra