Yey more chapater! Yes I meant chapater! It's better than cheeapter anyway.

So I don't own the animes featured, let's get a move-on.

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Lelouch trudged down the halls of Pandora, his arms crossed and his head hung low. He nibbled on the chocolate truffle he had discovered under his pillow that morning. It was disgusting-to him, dark chocolate was a crime-but it would melt if he left it there.

Lelouch had slept horribly, getting approximately two hours of actual rest, and during those he had had nightmares about his "hosts." If only he could find a way to get out of this place. That fruitcake Xerxes was stupid; he'd never find them a way.

Eventually he stopped walking and sighed. Where was L rooming again? He had to find out about that notebook one way or another. No regular store-bought notebook had Death Note on the front.

At about that second, the door to his right, marked 245, opened. He jumped to the side and spun around to see L coming out. Lelouch grinned. L blinked a few times before retreating quickly inside and attempting to shut the door. Lelouch put his foot between the door and the wall to stop it from closing and invited himself in.

"What do you want, Mr. Lamperouge?" L asked irritably. "I was about to get lunch."

"Oh, I don't want a lot," Lelouch replied, an innocently amiable look on his face. "Honestly, I really only wanted to say hello."

"Greeting made," L answered. "Now if you would-"

"No, wait," Lelouch moved in front of his door, his face assuming a sugary smile and slightly closed eyes. "I just realized something. I said sorry to Break and Sharon and everyone last night-"

"Which you did remarkably unprompted," L interrupted with an interrogating look. Lelouch stared at him for a moment before chuckling nervously.

"Yes, of course," answered before the persuasive, beckoning expression returned to his face. "But I never apologized to you. You specifically, I mean. And I should have, because I realized I was more rude to you than anybody else."

"Exactly, and you're not the type who apologizes often," L cut in. "In a psychological sense, that isn't you."

Lelouch furrowed his eyebrows. "And just what do you mean by that? Are you trying to psyche me out of are you just good at breaking down people's personalities?" he asked. L grinned. Lelouch, catching himself before he could start an argument, stared speaking calmly.

"So I just wanted to say sorry to you," he explained. "Could you forgive me, or-"

"Just quit it with the innocent, moping attitude," L interrupted him once again. "I don't know how stupid your friends are, but I see right through it. You speak completely unnaturally when you act like that."

After this he walked over to the yellow-and-white striped couch and unwrapped a piece of candy as he sat down. Lelouch followed him, also sitting. L stared at him; he was indeed sitting a little too close for comfort. "You really do like your candy," he noted softly. "I also noticed that last night."

L blinked a few times, wary of where this conversation was going. "That reminds me…" Lelouch continued, leaning towards L with a small inviting sigh. "That notebook you were using as a coaster…what was it?"

L breathed in and out slowly. "Why do you care?"

"I just want to know," Lelouch answered tranquilly, still moving slightly. "Just curious, you know."

"I see…" L replied, still eating the piece of candy. "But I'd rather not talk to someone else about it."

"What's it, then?" Lelouch drawled, putting a hand on L's shoulder. "A diary? Because I think that would be just adorable."

"No, it's not a diary," L answered, agitated. "It's just…"

At this point Break and Sharon strolled down the hall and heard voices coming from Room 245. Stopping and opening the door slightly, they saw the conversation continue:

"It's okay, you can tell me," Lelouch assured him, his warm smile never fading. He blinked appealingly a few times and ran his hand down L's arm, and L had to lay his head on the arm of the couch to avoid colliding heads with Lelouch. The black-haired man's eyes glistened and his calming face was definitely making L nervous.

"That…prostitute," Sharon whispered with wide eyes. Break simply chuckled and bobbed his head up and down.

L closed his eyes for a few moments before answering. "But like I said. I don't care to tell other people. I mean…Why don't you go ask Light? He's the one to tell you about it. He's just two doors down."

Lelouch decided it wasn't worth using Geass at this point. "Well then, thanks," he replied despondently. "Have a nice day."

L stared apprehensively after Lelouch as the taller man left the suite. Sharon and Break cleared out of the way so as not to be seen as Lelouch made his way two suites down the hall. Afterwards they decided seeing Lelouch make a fool of himself wasn't worth the risk of being caught.

Lelouch knocked gingerly on the door and started tapping his foot. Eventually the door opened and Light stood there, gazing cautiously at him.

"Good morning," Light greeted him. "I suppose that-and you're coming inside."

Without waiting for a complete invitation, Lelouch pushed past him and stood in the middle of the living room. "Good morning to you as well," he answered with a soothing grin not dissimilar to the one he had worn with L.

"What do you need?" Light asked. "And can you make it fast? I was planning on taking Misa to luch with me."

"Nothing much," Lelouch answered, taking a few steps toward Light and offering his hand. "I'd just like to say hi…and also sorry for how I acted towards you and your friends last night. I realized I hadn't said sorry to you, but I should have, and I understand that. So…I'm sorry."

"Is that all?" Light asked with a tone of surprise but also of suspicion.

"Sure," Lelouch replied softly, taking Light's hand and smiling like his face was going to break. Just pile it on a little more and when I ask about the notebook he'll crack, he thought. "And I do hope you can forgive me. See, I really didn't mean to hurt anyone's feelings, but everyone tells me I can have a big mouth sometimes."

"Well, I can see how that would happen," Light agreed, gulping. Lelouch grinned even wider and asked with a dripping-honey voice:

"So are we friends?"

Light looked unsure and slightly scared, but eventually nodded. "I guess we are. Sit down, I guess. I'll get some coffee. I always have a fresh pot with me, no matter where I am."

"I thought you were taking your girlfriend to breakfast," Lelouch reminded him, though he sat at the couch knowing full well the answer Light was going to give.

"Misa'll be okay," he decided, pouring two mugs of black coffee and sitting down next to Lelouch. "So. Anything you want to talk about, Lelouch?"

"Not a lot, really," Lelouch answered sweetly as he put an arm around Light's shoulder, taking a sip of his coffee. He hated coffee really, and this was especially disgusting, but he had to make Light feel comfortable. "This is delicious. Normally I don't care for coffee, but this is…wonderful. What do you put in it?"

Light smiled. "Oh, nothing, just a little bit of cinnamon and peppermint. A little secret recipe of mine. L and Misa enjoy it."

"Agreed." Lelouch was aware that he was lying through his teeth, but resisting the urge to gag currently superceded honesty. "You must be an excellent cook."

"A little bit, I suppose," Light admitted, blushing. Lelouch was glad Light held himself in high esteem, because it increased the magnitude of the compliments infinitely. Lelouch could almost see him melting under all the praise. Just a little farther and Lelouch as good as had the notebook.

"I mean, Suzaku and C.C. say I'm decent, but I've never been able to make coffee, let alone make it this well," Lelouch added, moving his hand slowly downwards. Light chuckled, embarrassed but excited.

"You know, your company is nicer than I thought it would be," Light noted. Lelouch smiled even wider if that was possible.

"And again, I'm sorry about the way I acted at dinner," Lelouch repeated, leaning softly against Light. He realized his right hand, the one currently directly above Light's waist, was asleep. "Speaking of which…" He figured now was as good a time as any. "I've been thinking about something. I actually wanted to ask about that notebook you and L carry around. I understand you both have one."

Light's eyes flickered confusedly. "You mean like the one L used as a coaster? What do you want to know about it? It's just a regular old book…"

"I'm just wondering," Lelouch replied, using his free hand to brush Light's cheek. This particular persuasion tactic didn't work as well with Light, as he was quite taller than L. But he figured he could still make it work.

"Well, I don't want to say anything about it, really," Light interrupted him, though he sounded uncertain about what he was saying. Lelouch frowned.

"What's wrong?" he asked sweetly, putting his head up against Light's so that their hair touched. "It's just killing me, you know. And whatever it is, I won't tell anyone, I promise. You can trust me, can't you?"

"I guess I can," Light answered heavily. "I mean, you're nice and all, but I really shouldn't tell anybody."

"But we're friends," Lelouch reminded him, and though he was getting increasingly impatient, he didn't want it to show in his voice.

"I just can't, I'm sorry," Light replied hopelessly.

Lelouch was done at this point. He'd piled it on all right, but now Light was just being stubborn. "Fine," he sighed theatrically, opening his eyes wide, "I'll just learn the old-fashioned way. I, Lelouch vi Britannia, command you: tell me what that notebook is that you and L have."

As he spoke, a red, bird-shaped, translucent, ghost-like figure formed in his eye, flying towards Light and into his own retinas. Light didn't have long to ponder what it was, for as soon as it disappeared into his eye, his mind cleared completely.

"It's called the Death Note," he explained emotionlessly.

"Well, I might have known that," Lelouch murmured. "So what does it do?"

"If you write somebody's name in it, they'll die," Light replied. Lelouch's eyes widened.

"What?" he said to himself. "How's that possible…Okay then."

He blinked, almost decidedly, and the birds in both their eyes dissipated. "Thanks for the conversation," he said gratefully, smiling again.

"What? But-okay…" Light answered. "Goodbye, then."

Lelouch nodded and left the suite. He had to get that notebook, but there was no way Light would just give it to him. He supposed that was with good reason, considering he had already made himself a public enemy. It was only natural that Light would still be suspicious of him. Why didn't I just tell him to give to me when I had control? He silently demanded.

Light stared out the door after him and sighed. What was with that guy? As nice and kiss-up-y as he was, he really was a headcase. He turned around towards his bedroom and grabbed a jacket-

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Lelouch stopped dead in his tracks and stared down the hall. A scream, emanating from one of the suites behind him. That meant it had to be from L, Light, or Misa. But it had been a male scream, he decided.

Normally Lelouch would have kept walking, but the fact that he had just left Light's room determined him to investigate. So he dashed back down the hall and through the still open door.

A very gruesome sight met him. Light lay sprawled on the floor; his limbs twisted in odd directions. A jacket rested over his head-or in this case, where his head should probably have been. In reality, his neck was the highest part on his body at this particular moment.

Lelouch himself could only stare in horror at the spectacle before him, but the real hysteria began when L and Misa dashed into the room. Misa immediately began to shriek. L kept attempting to speak, but nothing happened.

Eventually the hysteria began to be contained when yet another group entered. Lelouch recognized Oz, the annoying man-handler, Alice, the freak who had tried to touch his hair, and Gil, the "protector" with out a spine. After observing the situation, Oz sent Alice to comfort Misa and Gil for help. Great, because we still don't have enough people in this room yet, Lelouch.

Unfortunately, Misa was having trouble calming down, and Alice wasn't very good at comforting anyway. "It's, um…It's gonna be okay…" the Chain mumbled. "I, uh…know how you feel?" Looking at Oz for help, she mouthed, "What am I supposed to do?"

Oz sighed, joining the two girls and grabbing Misa by the shoulders. "Listen, Misa, I know what's it like to lose someone you love, but we're going to be okay, because we'll find who did this to Light, okay?"

At these words, Misa brightened up. "Thanks, Oz," she acknowledged him, hugging him tightly. Alice stepped in between the two.

"That's my manservant," she growled. Misa flicked her on the side of the head. At this moment, Gil returned with Break and Sharon in tow.

"Greetings," Sharon said to everyone. "I suppose you're having a nice morning?"

"Well, we were," L cried, pointing at Light. Sharon followed his finger and instantly fainted. Break rolled his eyes and ordered Alice to assist him in taking Light downstairs. Alice initially refused but soon figured it wasn't worth the trouble.

Like a wedding procession, everybody slowly followed Break and Alice to the lobby. Lelouch figured L had told somebody that he'd been in Light's room directly previous to the incident, and now everybody was staring at Lelouch.

"Well…" Break mused after Light was laid down on a small bed, "I suppose we have to find out who did this, don't we?"

Everybody hesitantly agreed.

"But in the meantime," Break continued, looking at the clock, "it's getting late."

"It's only four in the afternoon," Oz told him. "It isn't really late at all."

"But I haven't eaten today," Break argued. "I say we have dinner right away, what do you say?"

Everybody stared at him, wondering how he could possibly raise such a suggestion, considering how "well" dinner had gone last time. Eventually C.C. piped up. "I'm hungry as well," she explained. "I think it's a great idea."

"See you!" Eliot called from in front of the door, dragging Leo towards it. That Leo kid's not that strong, is he? Lelouch thought with a smirk, noting that for all Leo's struggling and pulling, he couldn't even slightly slow Eliot down.

"No, why don't you stay again?" Misa asked. Eliot and Leo stared at her for several seconds.

"She's right, you know," Break agreed. "You don't have to leave. You're honestly welcome anytime you like."

"Yes however, you people give me nightmares," Eliot replied, still tugging on his servant.

"I thought Glen gave you nightmares," Leo retorted matter-of-factly, finally giving up and walking behind his master, though Eliot didn't let go of his hand.

"Come on, it'll be fun!" Sharon requested, but at this point it was actually more of an order. Eliot stood for a moment before grumbling and making his and Leo's way back to the group.

"Oh, great, we get to do this again," Lelouch said with a sarcastic excitement. "Sure hope we don't have to compete with a circus."

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There we go! 'Nother chapter done! Ooh evil person killer ooh! Tell me what you thought and I'll

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