WOW! This story is getting a lot more attention than I originally thought it would, I wasn't even sure if I was going to continue it, but now I know I definitely will! All the favorites/follows/reviews are so appreciated you all have no idea how exciting it is for me to check my email and see all the notifications, it makes me so happy so thank you guys! Here's chapter three because honestly you all deserve it! :)

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Stepping out of the shower, Tahlia's mossy eyes looked over herself in the mirror. Her long, black hair fell in smooth waves to her waist, a sharp contrast from her porcelain skin. Light freckles sprayed across her nose, marring with the dark purple bruise that was now fully spread across her cheek. She ran a hand through the wet tendrils coating her shoulders, their black color still a strange thing to see. There was no point in taking any chances, so she figured dying her blonde locks black was not only a better way to fit in, but a better way to not be recognized if she was caught by her former victims.

Running into Misa today had been...interesting. It was strange how her and Misa were able to even become friends, 'friends' being used in the loosest term. They hardly knew each other, Tahlia wouldn't consider her a friend, but she wouldn't tell the vivacious blonde that. Perky as she might be, that blonde had a temper. Then again, maybe that's why Tahlia gave her the time of day, for she too could get pretty heated.

But, they were opposites in almost every way. Their appearances could show enough of that, including the fact that Tahlia nearly towered over the petite girl. It showed in their attitudes as well, Misa being overtly bubbly as Tahlia was often lost in her own world. She too could often let her emotions get the best of her, but wasn't as gullible as her blonde companion.

Oh no, Misa would never know of her criminal history. Criminal, ha! She was hardly a criminal, I mean, unless pickpocketing was considered hardcore now.

Pulling on a pair of lacy blue underwear and a loose yellow tee, Tahlia walked out of her tiny bathroom and headed towards her bed in a state of bliss. The day was finally over and now all she wanted to do was spend some quality time with her cable box.

She moseyed over to her balcony deciding to have a smoke before bed. There was a movement on the street she caught out of the corner of her eye. Her afternoon lunch with Misa had unfortunately turned into a day long event, so it was pretty late by now. In fact, the only reason she noticed the figure standing behind the telephone pole near the bakery was from the sheer lack of anything else moving on the street.

Tahlia took a long drag off of her cigarette, "Well, well, well. Aren't things getting interesting around here," she said and flicked the cigarette butt off the edge of her balcony, unsatisfied at how quickly she finished it and turned around to her empty apartment.

The problem was that her empty apartment was anything but empty.

"AH!" Tahlia shrieked as she saw the intruders entering her room. The men were tall, one younger and one older, and had some sort of badge hanging from their belts. Upon hearing her scream both men looked a bit flustered as they took in her appearance.

The older one recovered quickly, "Miss Tahlia, you need to come with us."

She blanched at his statement, but tried to gather what was happening, "Who the fuck are you two?"

"We're from the Task For-" the younger cop began.

"Shh, you idiot," the older one yelled as he slap him in the head.

Oh shit, oh shit shitty shit shitballs! This had to have something to do with the person she saw outside, they had decided to make their move so soon? She didn't have time to think about who she happened to piss off for this to happen, but instead came up with a plan.

"Okay, okay I'll come with you, but can I at least change," she asked with pleading eyes.

Both men flushed a bright red and quickly exited the room, but not before the older man said, "You have five minutes."

Five minutes was more than enough. As soon as they left the room, Tahlia slipped into a pair of skinnies and boots. She opened her bedroom window as silently as possible and thanked the heavens that it wasn't too cold outside because her jacket was in the living room.

As Tahlia shimmied down the fire escape stairs, she looked into the windows of the other people in her building. It was around seven, which meant most people would be home already. Only one unit was completely dark, so she tested the window and it opened with a little effort.

"Matsuda you idiot!"

"How is this my fault? Oh man, Ryuzaki's going to kill us," she heard the men yell from her apartment window.

Of course she wouldn't go running in the street, they obviously had some sort of transportation with them and there could be a driver to spot her. No, she would hide in this apartment for at least an hour or two and then head back. Now to figure out who she had pissed off...

Ryuzaki...?

"That was the name Misa said the other day," Tahlia thought out loud as realization struck her like a ton of bricks, "Aw fuck." Of course. Ryuzaki. Why hadn't she remembered the name before? He was the putz she pickpocketed the other day.

"Looks like one of us has seriously underestimated the other. The guy has henchmen, who'd of thought," she whispered to herself.

"Well I wouldn't call them henchmen exactly..." a voice said from behind her.

Peering into the dark apartment, she could make out the faint outline of a figure. Male, about the same height as her. It was him, he had come back to exact revenge on her for his stolen wallet. Really though, it's not even like he had anything in there! Literally, if anything there was a couple hundred yen at most, and no form of identification.

"Breakfast buddy," she said cheerily to the darkness, "But it's not even breakfast time yet. Why the surprise visit?"

"Funny, I wasn't aware buddies stole from each other," he said in a mocking tone, "I'm afraid you'll have to come with me."

"As if. Listen man, you can have the wallet back. I didn't even spend your cash-ola, let's just let bygones be bygones, eh?"

"This isn't merely from your petty theft, Tahlia. It seems you're connected with one of my suspects, making you equally as suspicious. I suspect you to be an accomplice to Kira," he stated mildly, inching closer to the confused girl.

"Kira," she gasped, "Yeah real strong theory you got there genius. Why would I be helping Kira if I just stole your wallet, you idiot. I'm not going ANYWHERE with you!"

"So be it," suddenly there was a hand on her shoulder and another restraining her wrists, "Then I will have to take you by force."

Tahlia shivered as the voice spoke into her ear, the grip on her hands was tight, but she could handle it. Going limp, her captor's hold loosened for a moment, but that was enough. He was skinny, of course going limp would pull him down right along with her. Pulling one hand free, she twisted her body and landed a knee to his chest, knocking out his breath and releasing her from his grasp.

"Capoeira," he said with a smirk in his voice. Tahlia was surprised he identified her technique so quickly, it meant he knew the moves as well, so she had to be extra careful now. Seeing a limb flying towards her stomach, she maneuvered out of the way and landed an elbow to her assailant's shoulder.

"Pressure point," she said smoothly, "Had enough yet, sweet boy?"

"A bit over-confident," he growled as the sting registered in his shoulder. Seizing her wrist he flipped the girl hard onto her back. And just like that, Tahlia was pinned down by the skeleton of a man.

Tahlia felt all the air leave her lungs as her back slammed into the ground, sending her into a fit of small gasps. He had captured her wrists above her head and was using his own weight to pin down her lower torso. The awkward straddling and her constant kicking made Tahlia's cheeks flush a deep red. Thank goodness it was dark, her blush could only make things all the more uncomfortable.

"Ow," she faintly groaned, damn her thin frame for betraying her. If she had more muscle she could surely push this guy off of her.

"You know the moves well," he said slightly impressed, his face mere inches from hers "But I know them better."

"Like I said before, it seems like one of us has seriously underestimated the other." As the words left her mouth, Tahlia closed the gap between them and pressed her lips firmly against his. He tasted sweet, like the bakery goods she was so used to making in the morning, it was...yummy.

L immediately released the girl's hands and pulled back his face out of pure shock. She internally cheered a small yes! Bringing her knee up once again to kick him off her, she flipped onto her stomach and army crawled away from his reach. Too late. Lunging towards her, L flattened her to the ground by laying firmly on top of her.

"Ugh," she groaned again, "For someone so skinny, you're awful heavy."

"Are you always this difficult," he asked her, letting out a sign of his own. It had been awhile since someone had actually been a challenge to him, let alone run him out of breath.

"Only for people like you," she mumbled into the carpet. She tasted fluff in her mouth and held back a gag. His weight was forcing her hips into the ground; it hurt so much she was sure there would be a bruise in the morning.

"Fatass," she muttered.

The lights clicked on in that moment and she could hear voices of other men, the brightness temporarily blinding her. Cold and heavy restraints clasped around her wrists as she struggled to blinked away the light.

"She was here the whole time," the young officer from before whined. The older officer looked at the girl with confusion as she felt herself being lifted off the ground and tossed over someone's shoulder. Ah, she could finally breath again as she spit out the fluff in her mouth. Thrashing around wouldn't help, unless she wanted to be dropped to the ground, so she stayed still preferring to save herself from any further bruising.

"If stealing my table didn't make me hate you before, bruising me up definitely will," she whispered into the white shirt her cheek was bumping into, making it throb in pain. Her hair hung in a mess around her face blocking her line of vision

"Your hair is black," he said in what sounded like a disappointed voice. So he was carrying her out, she was surprised he could actually balance her on those thin shoulders. It felt like she was leaning over too thin railing, it's sharpness sure to leave yet another bruise on her stomach.

She let out a loud sigh for the umpteenth time that night, not wanting to play any of his games, "IT WAS A FUCKING WALLET."

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Well, there's chapter three, I hope you all enjoyed it! Shout out to Boo121 for being the ONLY person to review again, thank you so much dear :)
I can only hope that more of you will give me some feedback or ideas on what you would like to read or what you liked/didn't like!

Poor L never saw that kiss coming. C'mon I couldn't resist myself, I REALLY LIKE FLUFF HOPE YOU'RE ALL READY FOR WHAT THIS STORY HAS IN STORE...heheheh. Welp, I have a few more chapters written and will try to get the next chapter up before xmas. I'll be in Disney World so it may be a little hard, but I'll do my best! Love you all xxxo