Frappegurl777:

(Clears throat) All right... Here goes…

Previews are my way of communicating with readers, so I hope I get some of sort of attention for it. (Waves hands like crazy)

You guys read this fanfic faster than I could type it, and I don't blame you guys for getting impatient. (.)Actually, it makes me happy that you get impatient cuz that would mean that you're excited to know what's going to happen next, (.)

ALERT: New OCies! Curious? Get to know them as you read on. Don't want to spoil you now.

BTW: To mus-gear

What do you mean by feminine mystecity?

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Chapter 6

In her mind

(This event is supposed to be animated, so feel free to exaggerate, readers!)

Ayame flipped her phone closed. She glared at Misa who just came out of the shower, her hair dripping wet. Misa held her towel drape tight protectively, ready for Ayame to erupt in anger.

Even though she was as drunk as a hobo last night, she never failed to set Ayame up with Ryuuzaki once again. She woke up this morning like the hang-over never happened. She was, in fact, super and hyper and fervent for her shower. Currently, she's out of the safe confinements of the bathroom, in the open field, ready to be minced to tender meat in the burly hands of Ayame. (Careful, Misa)

"MISA….." Ayame said, shaking in anger.

"Gulp! Hehehehe, now, now, calm down Ayame. No need to get so mad…" Misa forced a smile but just couldn't hide her uneasiness.

Ayame stumped her way towards Misa. Her face red with fury. An animated vein visible on her temple.

"Shame on you, Misa, for setting me up once. And now…" Ayame stormed, her voice breaking. She gripped her cell phone, hard enough for Misa to hear it crack.

"…SHAME ON ME FOR YOU SETTING ME UP TWICE! DAMN IT MISA! I'M GONNA KILL YOU!"

"EEEEEEEEP" Misa screamed in a voice so high pitched it could break the window glasses of their suite. But that wasn't stopping Ayame for attacking her.

Misa ran out of the room into the hotel's elegant corridors, wetting the corridor carpet since she just got out of the bath. She figured she had no time to change clothes for Ayame's impatience was boiling and steaming like a noisy kettle. Misa held on to her lone towel around her body and ran as fast as she could barefoot in the direction of the elevator. Maybe she'd find her temporary sanctuary there. It's a pretty dumb idea to run bare naked, she doubted getting her sanctuary.

Sadly, for Misa, Ayame caught up with her easily, which is expected since Ayame is the one with longer limbs. A towering height of 5'8 ft compared to Misa's 5 ft status.

Ayame pounced on to Misa resulting to them both crashing on the floor. Misa landed hard on her face. "OW!!" It was a miracle her mouth didn't bleed from the impact. It would totally destroy her perfectly white set of teeth.

Ayame turned Misa over to face her and held her down to the flat surface of the beautifully carpeted floor. Misa wobbled under her helplessly.

"Come here and face me! You devious, little she-devil!" Ayame spattered to her face.

"You're the one who keep denying that you like HIM! So I had to make a move!"

"What the heck are you talking about???!!! You manipulated me twice, damn you!" Ayame wondered how Misa got to that conclusion.

"You were screaming his name in your sleep!"

"No I was NOT!" Ayame spattered once again, her voice full of denial.

"Was to!" Misa retorted just as forcefully.

Misa, somehow, gathered enough energy to kick so hard that it knocked Ayame down. Ayame lost her guard, the very accusation pierced through her skull. Was she really screaming his name? Let's get to that later, for holding down Misa was top priority as of the moment. Interrogation would be done as soon as she gets a hold of her. Damn gremlin.

Misa struggled to get up and run again but Ayame was able to extend her arms and clasped at Misa's towel.

(Well, you know what happens when somebody runs and have someone grab their towels)

Misa's towel cover was taken off. She stood there utterly naked. Misa in shock stood still and looked down at her predicament profoundly horrified.

As if on cue, the elevator door opened. A handsome young brunette of about eighteen came out of it, only to stare back at the stark-naked Misa. His eyes pooped out and his jaw dropped. (Who wouldn't?)

"WHAT THE F!"

That was all he could say.

Misa's own option was to articulate a shrill scream, even worse than the last one. Ayame was getting worried as to the expenses they had to pay for the cracked and broken glasses.

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEPPPPPPP!!!!!!"

"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!"

Misa bawled in shame. They were back at their room now and Misa was fully garbed into her usual Gothic-Lolita costume. Yes, even if it's summer and sweaty, she insisted on wearing those costumes of hers which was highly impractical. But that is just Misa, impractical and manipulative. And shamelessly, not-to-bright.

"I have never been so humiliated in my entire life!!! And it's all your fault, Ayame! WAAAA…." Misa sobbed and persistently cried. Her nose dripping and her eyes leaking.

"That was an accident. Besides you started it." There wasn't even a single pang of guilt in the sentence. But it's true; Misa did do this to herself. Dumb she was for resorting to run in the hallways half-naked. Did she really expect to get away? Ayame didn't think so.

"WAAAAAAAHHHHAAAA!!!! It's not FAIR!" Misa scowled while Ayame rolled her eyes. Does being seen naked make someone a leaky hose-pipe? Apparently, in Misa's case, YES.

"And why is he here?" Misa pointed to the same brunette guy from the elevator. His shiny polished hair which was fashionably arranged matched his stylish look. Not a surprise. He is an actor after all, and being in showbiz requires a lot of good fashion sense which Ayame thought she lacks. Good thing there was Alan M who would choose for her and also Misa had her uses.

"Ah, Yes. Almost forgot. This guy, right here, is my cousin Fuji Nakawara. Fuji, this is Misa Amane."

Ayame said as she gestured her hand to Fuji and then to Misa. Sure, Misa was a real pain in the ass, but she deserves some proper introduction. I guess…

Misa grabbed for some Kleenex on the table and blowed on it.. "You have a cousin?"

"Everybody has cousins, you idiot."

Fuji kneeled in front of Misa. He took her hand and kissed it. Suave move. He was undoubtedly an attention whore, who loves being different and cool.

He's an actor so don't trust him! He's insincere, a liar, an idiot, and a whole lot more than Ayame could ever find the crucial words to match him.

Great! Just my day! I have to cope with two gremlins now that Fuji is here. He is so annoying! It's difficult to rank Misa and him at the top of my HATE LIST since they most probably would end up being tied. Make him king. Make her the queen. ROYAL PAIN! NO PAIN, NO GAIN! So far, the pain part was a lot elaborated that it blurred the gain part. Crap.

"Pleasure to meet you at last, Miss Amane." He smiled at her sweetly. She blushed.

"Oh! Pleasure! Just don't go hitting on me since my boyfriend, who is by the way a lot more handsome and perfect in every way, will KILL you if you do."

Misa. Ever so loyal. Though Ayame suspected that Light would be too reluctant to care about her. Light being jealous was too far-fetched of a thought. Ayame snorted. Even without Light saying it, It was clear that he didn't like Misa all too much.

"Always the Casanova! You haven't changed at all, Fuji!" Ayame roughly grabbed Fuji away.

Fuji chuckled in response. That's just how he is. A royal jerk.

"What are you doing here, anyway?" Ayame asked.

"I'm here to visit you. Is that strange? We are cousins after all."

"What's strange is you not out there womanizing the entire night. Did you get dumped?"

Fuji stood straight and regained his so-called 'elegance'. A title which, in Ayame's opinion, doesn't suit him at all.

"Doll, no sensible lady would ever dump the great, witty and handsome Fuji Nakawara!"

"I hope they'd come to their senses, somehow."

"Ayame, you are the only girl who is immune to my charms. I guess that means… you're insensible?"

"SHUT UP, you incest fanatic! Just tell me what you're here for!"

"Fine." Fuji held his hands up in a nonchalant surrender. He was always so calm and no matter how Ayame screams at him, it always just past through his ears like nothing.

"Aunt Laurel sent a package for you."

Ayame's eyes brightened.

"Mom? Really? Where's the package?" Laurel, Ayame's mom, lives in Paris with Ayame's Dad, Vahn. Every month they would send the Ayame a package usually containing sweets from different parts of the globe of every brand known. Sometimes her parents would include pocketbooks, detective stories. Ayame has these craze about mysteries and murder cases, which explains her current obsession, a mysterious unnamed detective who goes by the name of a letter. L.

While Kenichi, Ayame's older brother (though less mature than her) receives rare vinyl discs and music paraphernalia.

"Yes. Really. I handed the package over to Kenichi."

"WHAT???? Why didn't you just call me and tell me about it? I thought that you'd deliver it to me personally!!"

"Ah, I just wanted to piss you off. And I couldn't call since my phone was stolen, regrettably along with all the phone numbers of my girlfriends."

"You make me sick! Get out of here, you useless jerk!"

Fuji chuckled again. Satisfied with teasing Ayame, Fuji headed out the door casually. Like it was all part of his plan.

"See you at the Beach Party!" Fuji gloated.

Ayame slammed the door to his face. So that jerk received some invitations, too. Probably one of his girlfriends was Ayame's co-models. Dreadful.

"I think I'm starting to like him." Misa commented. She sniffled and said, "I think I already found another comrade."

"What's that supposed to mean?!" Ayame grimaced.

Misa smiled, saying, "Oh, Nothing. " Then Misa proceeded to her compact mirror and dabbed powder on her tear-stained face. Pretty soon, she'd add on eyeliners, mascara and black lipstick. Totally goth and unsuitable to the weather.

Ayame groaned. She was getting tired handling Misa, and then suddenly, her cousin Fuji appears and pisses her off. Additionally, Alan M, also foisted her on wearing some embarrassing bikini. How long was she going to last with an army of imposing individuals who persistently goes out of their way to beset her?

I'm stressed out. I need to take a break.

Ayame took her bag pack and tied her shoes on. She grabbed her inline skates and packed it inside her back pack.

"Where are you going?" Misa asked, pouting her lips at her mirror spreading black make-up on her thick lips.

Ayame reached for the doorknob and said, "OUT. I need some fresh air."


Ayame Nao spotted at Central Park.

Ayame rested on a bench to change on to her inline skates. That way she could glide her way around and get some peace of mind. Maybe this environment will help her clear up her thoughts.

She looked at the person who was sitting beside her. An old woman with white hair smiled at her and offered her some bird seeds.

"Hello, I'm Mrs. Jenkins. You look lonely, my dear."

"Hi. I'm Ayame." said Ayame, politely regarding the old woman. Though she was a stranger, Ayame did not feel at all compelled to reveal her name.

"Would you like to buy some bird seeds? Maybe the doves can keep you company."

Ayame smiled at the old woman, who seemed to have the motherly magic to comfort her.

"Thank you."

Ayame took the birds seeds and sow them across the pavements as she skated her way around Central Park. Every now and then, she warily dodged the doves' droppings. No big deal. It was kind of fun. Ayame, the nature-loving girl. That probably explains why she is so agoraphobic.

There were guys who rolled around with their skateboards, doing tricks, gliding and racing against each other. Ayame would have to avoid bumping into them, as well, or she might get injured.

Not long before her deal with the thought, a skater dude bumped into her and the both of them rolled over the cold and dirty pavement.

"OOOOOWWW! Hey, watch where you're gliding!"

"Pardon me, miss!"

The skater dude had white, spiky hair. Who would want to look old with white dye at such a young age? Not that they look bad on him, but still…and his is eyes were huge, sharp and indigo. Like the eyes of a predator. But he looks cute and harmless at the same time. Is that possible? It's ironic. He was clad in a black long-sleeved shirt and crisp jeans. His shoes? SKECHERS! Remember the ones that David Cook advertised? So cool! This dude, unlike most Ayame had to admit, is unusually handsome. Is he a foreigner? Or a model, perhaps? No. He must be new to this city.

Ayame's thoughts were racing by just merely looking at the skater. She was behaving like a fangirl and Ayame hated being like that. But he is so mysterious and that is what made Ayame attracted to him. Not that it involves romantic notions. Just the mystery.

What a weird and unusual guy. But not as weird as Ryuuzaki. Funny, how almost everything she sees reminds her of him.

"Sorry. I was looking for somebody. I don't really know my way around here."

"It's okay. I'm fine. So, you're not from here?"

"Yeah, I came from Whale Island."

"Where?"

"It's really far." He looked back and forth and around him searching for whoever. Noticing Ayame's dismay, the albino haired lad assisted Ayame to stand up. He dusted his clothes with his hand.

"I have to go hurry now. Sorry."

And with that, he jumped on to his skateboard and rolled away. Ayame watched him go. Slightly regretting the fact that he is gone and the possibility that she won't get another chance to see him. She wanted to ask him where this Whale Island was. It was interesting.

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Finished feeding the birds, Ayame resumed sitting on the bench but the old woman was gone. She put on her headphones and turned on her iPod. Melodramatically, she closed her eyes to relax.

Her life changed completely from the day her mother and father went to work overseas, the same day she was introduced to the world of models, celebrity and showbiz. As if that wasn't enough, she met the most outrageously stubborn, stupid and manipulative person in her whole life, Misa. They quickly became friends for Misa assumed they were. Two months later, she met Light and, of course, Ryuuzaki. A very strange fellow, it was difficult to forget him.

Many things happened already. Showbiz life was so overwhelming, stressful and truthfully, very exciting. What with having Misa, Alan M, Fuji, Kenichi, Light and Ryuuzaki? Do you think you would have a quiet normal life if they exist in yours? No. Hell no.

So much to think, so little time, even before you know it, things are happening right in front of you. Like destiny was out to give you a lot more excitement than you would have asked for. Some good things happened. Some of them bad. Basically, it was all too sudden for Ayame. She wasn't prepared for any of these. Did not expect anything, really.

Last night. Ayame had the weirdest dream. Involving her new found friends. She dreamt about Misa being a witch who ruled a kingdom and had made Ayame an outcast. Misa the witch banished her. Light stood there beside Misa, smirking the whole time, inside his thick and heavy armor. Of course she couldn't see Light smirking, but she felt it. He was Misa's knight. Yeah. And strangely, Ryuuzaki appeared right in front of her saying, "I am L" Isn't that weird? The person Ayame idolized the most, L, was actually Ryuuzaki. That's impossible! L was a great, great genius! He solved many mysteries and cases almost as fast as Ayame eating her devil's cake. How did he do it? Ayame was very impressed.

Back to Ryuuzaki. He wasn't L material at all (for Ayame). Not even close. L was probably an old man, so wise and noble. Like a dark and witted Albert Einstein, with fuzzy white hair and all. He looked funny in her mind, but he was incredible. She read countless newspapers, articles about him. So mysterious, he never ever showed or revealed who he was. She searched the internet but really find it hard to pinpoint the real L. Some of them assumed he was L, though Ayame knew that the detective would reveal himself to anyone, Ayame couldn't help but hope that he would. Someday…

The detective was probably on a case or somewhere. Who knows, he might even be around sitting at the other benches. The police only said that there was a detective L. But that was all, nothing else… Sometimes she even doubted that L exited. What if the police just made him up? Why would they? Curious… that's what intrigued Ayame the most. Famous L, no, infamous L.

Since the day Ayame was informed about this L person, she got hooked, interested. She even bought mystery books in an attempt to become like him. Or think like him. Maybe that way she would find him.

Wow. She was getting delirious with all this aspirations about L. STUPID, she hated to admit. Sure, she had several dreams about meeting L in person. Every dream he looked different. L came to ambush her as a hobo, a businessman, a pirate, Santa Claus, Michael Jackson and at last Ryuuzaki. The only actual and real person who claimed, in her dream, that he was L. The most intriguing claim.

The constantly funny and oblivious Ryuuzaki transformed into a very dark and serious person. Even when he was in his usual crouch atop a large leather chair, staring at her intensely with dark-rounded eyes, she find it hard to laugh and ignore what he said. She was almost convinced by that dream. Almost believed it.

She tried to confront the dark Ryuuzaki in her dream but her sleep was interrupted by a hyper Misa, who sat on top of her causing her to asphyxiate. Misa teased her about murmuring 'Ryuuzaki? Ryuuzaki!', in her sleep. That was, without a doubt, the reason why Misa set her up with Ryuuzaki again. She thinks she has a crush on him. Darn. Misa must have called Light on the phone when she took her shower this morning. Ultimately, Light connived with her in her evil, misleading plot for a second date.

But what's done is done. Weird enough, Ryuuzaki didn't hesitate to come at the party and accept the invitation. That was questionable, since she thought he would never want to go on a date again. At least, that's what she thought…

Soundtrack of I need to find you by Joe Jonas played on the iPod. What coincidence! Even a tiny gadget such as the one she's holding is out to tease her. Surely, hopefully, there must be someone out there who could understand how confused she was and would stop everything and everyone from taking over her life.

"I'm getting dramatic over such a small thing. Urgh.." Ayame grumbled and threw her head back, utterly drained of energy.

Frappegurl777: How's that? Ayame actually dreamed and not just about anyone!

Light: (Imagining Michael Jackson (bless his soul) as L…) No. It doesn't fit.(Then imagining L as Michael Jackson)

Light: (Clasped his mouth shut with his hand, his face red like a volcano, not long after, he erupted) BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!!!

L: What's up? What are you laughing about?

Light: (stopped and stared back at the curious L) BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!(laughing even harder)

Frappegurl777: Seriously, he's going to die if he doesn't stop.

L: (sucking on his thumb) I want to know what he's thinking…

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Frappegurl777: Could you guess who the mysterious skater is? Clue: HunterXHunter.

Yeah, actually, I'm going to make another fanfic involving him and one of my OC. Soon. I promise.