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Chapter Seven Fascination

~Rei's POV~

"It's unlocked. Please let yourselves in," came a low voice from the other side of the door. I could feel my heart pounding in anticipation as my father opened the door. We stepped inside and were greeted by a young man in a long-sleeved t-shirt and baggy jeans. "I am L," he announced, while his right foot scratched his other leg, his hands shoved deep in his pockets.

Contrast. That was the first word that came to mind when I saw him. Dark hair, pale skin, black eyes with rings underneath them. Not only did his appearance contrast with itself, but it contrasted with the image he had in the world. His intellect made vs. his scruffy appearance. In truth, I didn't mind. I thought L fit the mad genius look he was currently sporting. To some degree he even reminded me of a Japanese Einstein, though I couldn't be a hundred percent sure of his nationality. He was at the very least part Japanese.

He scratched the back of his head, apparently perfectly at ease with the way the investigation team was ogling him. He had probably even had a guessed estimate for exactly how long they were going to remain silent while they were asking themselves if this was the real L. I however, had no doubts. What good would it do to send in a proxy this unbelievable? And when I concentrated I could detect a slight resemblance in his tone to the electronically scrambled voice he normally used to communicate with us.

Mogi, Ukita, and Aizawa exchanged a look, all clearly struck dumb by his strange appearance. Dad finally regained his senses and brought out his badge and ID.

"I'm Yagami of the NPA," he explained, though L already knew his identity. This started a chain reaction.

"Uh, Matsuda."

"I'm Aizawa."

"Mogi."

"Ukita."

When it came to be my turn, I remained quiet. L already knew who I was, and I had a general idea of what he was about to do, and matching my name to my face would just be stupid. His eyes bored into mine waiting for an introduction. I said nothing keeping my face blank. He quirked an eyebrow at this.

"I'm very sorry we're late," Dad apologized. "Currently the six of us are-" L raised his hand, making a fake gun with his fingers and pointed it towards us.

"Bang," he said, pretending to fire.

"What the hell was that?" Aizawa asked. L made a small noise of disappointment.

"If I were Kira," he explained, "you'd be dead Soichiro Yagami-san, Chief of the NPA." Everyone excluding me gasped. I suppressed a smile. I had predicted L's actions correctly once again. "Kira needs a face and a name to commit murder. But I'm sure you've figured that much out haven't you? All of you excluding that young lady," he gestured towards me, "would be dead. Please do not give out your names so carelessly. Instead let's value our lives," he nearly muttered before slinking off into an adjoined room, his back slightly hunched.

"I knew that he needed a face to kill someone," Matsuda commented, "but I don't remember any evidence that showed he needed a name too."

"There's no way to verify if this is related, by criminals who's names were never released publicly or who's names were spelled incorrectly in the media have not been targeted." Dad answered. "We briefly went over it at one of our meetings."

"Just because none of them have died doesn't mean they weren't targeted," I murmured softly.

"That's enough small talk for now," L cut in. "Come this way."

"Ah, oh right," Matsuda said somewhat submissively.

"Please turn off all your cell phones, handhelds, and any other communication devices and leave them on the table right there," L instructed, his voice as emotionless as ever.

"What do you think we're gonna be using our cell phones during this meeting to leak information?" Aizawa asked slightly enraged.

"It's alright," Dad ordered "Just do as he says." We all pulled out our cell phones and powered them down. I didn't have any qualms about leaving my cell phone, and if someone desperately needed to reach me, there was a password they could type in to immediately turn on my phone.

"I realize he's been cautious from the very beginning, but I still can't tell if he trusts us or not," Matsuda stated. L made his way over to chair and sat in it, but not in the usual way with his feet on the ground. His legs were pulled up to his chest with his hands on his knees. Well it explained the bad posture; his position forced his back to bend in a way that was normally thought as uncomfortable. If he made a habit of seating like this, it stands to reason that standing completely vertical would hurt.

"No I just find it distracting. I can't stand it when people's cell phones are ringing while I'm trying to talk. Let me start by saying that nobody takes notes on anything that is said at these meetings. That means when we leave headquarters any information we need is committed to memory. Please make yourselves comfortable," L commanded. We proceeded to sit and I found myself seated closest to L. He stared at me, something that seemed to be a bit of a habit for him. I met his gaze unflinchingly; his unblinking eyes didn't disturb me like the others. Maybe because of the strange fascination I felt towards him.

"You have yet to tell me your name," he said finally. I crossed my legs and brushed my hair out of my face.

"I'm Rei. Rei Yagami. And I have a slight contradiction in regards to your earlier statement." He raised his eyebrow, inviting me to continue. "You claimed that if you were Kira, all the members of the task force excluding myself would be dead. However, I am quite sure Watari has described myself to you in detail, and because of the fact I am the only young female here, there is no one else to match my description and you could have matched my name to my face through process of elimination." His lip twitched slightly as he tried to keep his poker face. He then raised a thumb to his lips and muttered to himself, "Extraordinary," before pouring himself a cup of tea.

The task force just continued with their open watching of the world's greatest detective, some of there mouths slightly agape. L took an experimental sip of the tea, before making a face and then adding several sugar cubes. And by several, I mean twelve. Matsuda bravely attempted to break the silence.

"Um, excuse me, L?" he asked.

"From now on I'll have to ask that you stop calling me L. It's Ryuzaki now. Just to be safe."

"Uh, ok Ryuzaki," Matsuda answered his confused expression comical. "If we know that he needs a name and a face to kill, couldn't we cut down on the number of victims, by keeping criminals names from the news?" It was an interesting thought, just not one that would work for our particular situation.

"If we do that we'll only be putting the general public at risk," L said, stirring his tea with a spoon. Though the way he was holding it was slightly off. Like it was contaminated with some sort of disease or like if he held it any tighter it would suddenly shatter.

"The general public?" Ukita asked aloud.

"Why?" Aizawa inquired.

"Kira is childish and he hates losing," L answered, like this explained everything. Which it did in a way. It meant that Kira would make his displeasure on this subject known by killing innocents or petty criminals, much like a child would through a temper tantrum.

"But how do you…" Matsuda trailed off.

"Just what do mean," Dad finished.

"Well, I am also childish and I hate to lose," he responded. I smiled at this, the words coupled with his tone of voice just didn't work. "That's how I know." He took another sip of his tea, slurping it slightly.

"Ryuzaki," Dad said, "would you mind being a little more specific for us."

"Early on in the investigation, I tried to provoke Kira with that broadcast. Up until then we thought Kira would only go after criminals, but as we all witnessed, he didn't hesitate to kill my stand-in. Also as soon as I said we knew he was in the Kanto region, in defiance he made sure his next victims came from within Japan, as if to say, 'Whatta ya gonna do about it?'" L paused and drank more tea. "He's met each of my challenges head on and he's never missed an opportunity to return the favor. Now what do you think would happen if we tried to use media restrictions to hide criminals from someone like that?"

"I guess," Matsuda started, but was interrupted by L.

"If you choose to withhold the names of your worst criminals, I'll kill petty criminals or the innocent. I'm holding the whole world hostage, so who's it gonna be? I'm not the evil one here, but all those who oppose me by hiding criminals, you are truly evil." He wiggled his toes and sighed softly. "That's exactly how Kira thinks."

"Like a toddler throwing a temper tantrum," I muttered softly. He looked at me his eyes widening slightly in surprise, not that it was noticeable to anyone but me.

"Exactly," he nodded. "In any case, let's look at another way we can use the media to draw him out."

"But how?" Aizawa asked, shifting forward in his seat slightly. L brought his hand to his mouth.

"How about something like this, 'Death of FBI agents infuriates the US.' 'Latest killings anger the international policing community.' 'Nations agree to send fifteen hundred investigators to Japan.' For Kira, this will be way beyond what he faced with the FBI. He'll see everyone as a potential threat, psychologically he'll start to feel cornered and that'll cause him to make some sort of drastic action."

"A bluff, huh?" I asked myself. It wasn't a bad idea, but the chances of it succeeding were low. Kira would have learned from his past mistakes and would make sure that there in fact were fifteen hundred investigators before taking any drastic actions. Apparently the rest of the investigators didn't think as far ahead as I did.

"That's interesting," Ukita said smiling.

"So he'll think there are fifteen hundred, when there are really only eight of us," Aizawa deduced. "And since none of these investigators exist, Kira won't be able to kill them."

"It just might work," Ukita added enthusiastically.

"Well, before we celebrate," L said somewhat sarcastically, "I'll tell you the rest of my thoughts on the Kira case. We all nodded. "Kira works alone." L brought his thumb to his mouth, something that seemed to be a habit of his, though I had no idea how we could still understand him around it. "He had access to all our classified information."

"What evidence do you have that he's working alone?" Aizawa asked.

"Hold on Aizawa," Dad interjected. "Let's listen to his entire theory before asking questions."

"We know he needs a name and a face to kill," L continued, ignoring the interruption. "And to some extent he can control a victim's time of death and their actions before dying. We already know that much, please keep that in mind. And listen carefully to what I have to say next." L pulled out a marker and began drawing diagrams to go along with his explanation. The gist of it was L suspected that Kira had to be one of the people being investigated between the fourteenth and nineteenth of December. The task force gasped appreciatively. L then brought out a stack of files. "These are files provided by the FBI and they contain additional information you might find useful. For obvious reasons you're not permitted to take these from this room, but-"

"Amazing!" Matsuda interrupted. "There might only be six of us, but with this much information we should be able to cover a lot of ground!"

"We'll split into two teams," Aizawa decided. "One team traces the FBI agents, the other looks at the heart attack victims."

"There weren't that many people who had access to information from headquarters and of those the FBI only investigated a small group in the first five days," Matsuda continued.

"Yeah, yeah," Aizawa agreed. L frowned. Apparently he disliked being interrupted, it had probably never happened before.

"So," he drawled. Ah so he was mad for being interrupted. "Does anyone have any questions?" Everyone made a "huh?" noise. Dad spoke up.

"Actually, Ryuzaki, I do have one question for you, and it pertains to what you said earlier about how you hate to lose. Does the fact that you've shown us your face mean that you've lost? By just being here are you admitting defeat to Kira?"

"That's right," L said somberly. "By showing you my face to you know and sacrificing the lives of twelve FBI agents, I have lost the battle." He paused before, speaking again. But when he did, his voice was full of conviction. "But I'm not going to lose the war. This is the first time I've ever put my life on the line. I want to show Kira that we are all willing to risk our lives if that's what it takes." He gave a small smile, one that didn't fit with his earlier behavior. It was slightly goofy, like a young child just learning how to smile properly, but it looked…cute. "And that justice will prevail no matter what." This speech out of everything he had said provided the biggest motivator for everyone.

"Yeah that's right."

"I like the sound of that."

"We can do this."

"Alright then. Let's do this, Ryuzaki." Everyone smiled towards L, their spirits lifted. Even Dad smiled, finally accepting that this was L. Then L ruined the mood.

"Before we go any further, I have to be absolutely sure that none of you are Kira. So I'll need to speak with each of you individually before you leave today. Aizawa started to complain, until Dad sided with L, completely shutting down any chance of winning the argument.

While this was going on, I kept my eyes on L, watching him amble slowly over to the window; he must not have had any fear of being seen from this high up. This man was utterly fascinating, well to me anyway. All of his insane quirks only seemed to heighten my curiosity towards him. And as for the individual interviews, I was itching for a chance to talk with him one on one. L remained by the window for a few more moments before getting down to business, choosing my father as the first to interview.

The remainder of the task force began working by using the files L left out for us. Every time L came out to start a new interview I stiffened waiting for him to call my name, but after the first three interviews I had the distinct impression he was saving me for last.

Pft saving. You say that like he has more of an interest in you than any of the others. Hmm, though he had been staring at me a great deal…

It was probably nothing though. My young age made me an anomaly, nothing more. Finally L emerged from the room with Matsuda who looked distinctly flustered and embarrassed, most likely afraid he had said something stupid. Now I was the only one left. L didn't even call my name; I simply met his eyes and stood, making my way to his side. He nodded in acknowledgement before leading me into a different room then the one he had used to interrogate the others. He opened the door and headed inside, not even bothering to check if I'd follow, we both knew I would.

The room was a lot like any other fancy hotel room. The same plushy chairs with atrocious patterns along with matching curtains and carpet, nothing surprising. It was more the belongings of the room's occupant that stood out. Computer monitors and laptops littered the floor, and a variety of sweets, teas, and coffee cluttered a small table. L gestured for me to take a seat on the coach across from the large chair I presumed he'd be sitting in. It only struck me as odd now that we had not exchanged a single word on our way here; or rather we had not needed to. Was that a good thing or a bad thing?

While I was caught up in my stupor L took the seat across from me, sitting in the same monkey-like crouch from before. He fiddled a bit with the teapot in front of him before pouring two cups of tea. Silently, he offered me a cup, which I accepted and then proceeded to add a large quantity of sugar to, not even tasting the tea to see if it was needed. He mimicked my actions adding even more sugar than I had and we sat quietly for a few moments. The quiet before a storm. He took another huge gulp of his tea, making an audible slurping noise before turning his dark and heavy gaze back on me.

"Rei-san," he began, absentmindedly stacking sugar cubes into an intricate tower.

"Just, Rei," I interrupted, placing my cup of tea back on the table. He looked at me questioningly.

"Rei-kun?" he asked. I fiercely shook my head.

"Just, Rei. No san, kun, or chan needed." He frowned at me slightly.

"I do not believe your father would appreciate me referring to you in such an informal matter," he said lightly, not breaking his stare even to blink. I smiled in response.

"He's used to it by now. I ask everyone just to call me Rei." He mulled this over while pouring himself another cup of tea and slowly dissembling his sugar tower to drop the cubes into the tea.

"Rei, then," he said like this settled everything. He shifted in his chair, toes wiggling. "Would you please give me a brief history of the last year of your life." He didn't say it like a question. "The files at your formal school and the NPA were quite vague."

"You mean the NPA had virtually nothing on me and you were unable to gain the files legally from my school or hack into the system to gain the information illegally." He didn't comment on me calling his bluff. I gestured towards one of the many laptops. "May I?" He gave a quick nod, his eyes never leaving my face. I easily gained access to my file from the school using one of my backdoors. I handed over the laptop. "Here, this is slightly less tedious and now you can't accuse me of withholding information if I forget anything." He made a sound of agreement.

"Mmm…that is the logical approach." His eyes were moving incredibly fast and he finished reading much earlier than I thought. What was this guy's reading level? "Though I am curious to know how you were able to gain access to the information so quickly," he said monotonously. Coming from anyone else it would have been a question.

"I designed the system," I admitted, nervously brushing my hair back from my face. His eyes widened almost imperceptibly again. Was that going to be the only way I could detect his surprise?

"I see," he answered as he reached into his pocket to pull out three photographs. "These are photographs of suicide notes left by three of Kira's victims. I would like to know your opinion on them." I held my hand out for the pictures and his hand brushed my mine. He immediately recoiled. I blinked at his reaction. "My apologizes," he murmured. Was he apologizing for touching my hand or his reaction? "Both," he said. I gazed at him open mouthed. He frowned, his brow furrowing. "You said that out loud."

"Ah," I squeaked and I willed my face not to heat up in embarrassment. "Sorry…" He looked at me, slightly amused now.

"Why are you apologizing?" I opened my mouth preparing to answer, but thought better of it. Instead, I chose to examine the photographs.

Well, the notes themselves were easy enough. With the information given the notes spelled out a message. "L, do you know gods of death love apples?" However according to the print numbers on the back the message would read. "L, do you know? Love apples Gods of death." It made a lot less sense, and I had a hunch the first message was the correct interpretation, but…this was too simple. L was obviously testing me. He wanted me to be able to draw a conclusion that most normal people wouldn't look for. Most people would go with the first message I had decoded because it made more sense, so that meant there was something key about the second version…it sounded incomplete to me. A fourth note then? Yes, that would make the most sense. However this wasn't the extent of the test though. Not only was this supposed to test my reasoning, somehow my conclusion would prove I was or wasn't Kira. So something to trick Kira. Going with my gut, the first interpretation was correct, so if I were Kira I would give the answer, "L, do you know gods of death love apples." Which meant…I would know there were only three notes. If I were Kira I wouldn't even consider the existence of a fourth note because I hadn't caused an inmate to write it. So the correct answer would be Kira's message was my first interpretation and the print numbers on the back were to lead me to that conclusion. But the numbers were also there to lead me to think the second version of the message might be the real one, but be simply incomplete. But knowing L, if he had a fourth photograph it would be fake, and the revealing of said note was to make Kira feel humiliated and possibly act irrationally out of anger. All right, I got it.

"Ryuzaki…" I said, handing the notes back to him. "Can I tell you all the conclusions I reached, before having you tell me if I was right or wrong?" He nodded.

"Yes, that is acceptable." He spoke so formally, like royalty or some sort of robot, though the former was more flattering towards him. I quickly drank some tea; my explanation was going to be quite long winded.

"I believe the message Kira is trying to send is, 'L, do you know gods of death love apples.' However due to the print numbers on the back of the photographs the message could also be, 'L, do you know? Love apples Gods of death.' This makes a lot less sense, but hints that the message may in fact be incomplete." L leaned forward eagerly know.

"Yet you seem sure that the other message was Kira's intended meaning." I nodded.

"You see, I was also looking for any possible traps you might have in an attempt to corner Kira, or at the very least narrow down a list of suspects. And if I were Kira, I would know the exact number of notes needed to convey my message. You placed the print numbers on the back of the cards to distract Kira and have reason for him to throw out the possibility of the other message without completely giving away the fact he is Kira. But I believe you created a fourth fake note in order to lock in on Kira even further. Kira wouldn't consider a fourth note because he was the one to have caused all the notes to be written. He wouldn't have thought any more about the second meaning when he had a probable reason to dismiss it from being the true message," I explained.

During my explanation, L had been staring at me with a transfixed expression. When I had finished he slowly brought his thumb up to his mouth.

"Extraordinary," he muttered. I could feel my face heating up again as I fought the Blush of Impending Doom©. "Your deductive skills are quite impressive. You managed to be correct about everything, even the fake note. I had expected you to at the very least decide that the second message was incomplete, but you went above and beyond my expectations." He seemed to go into his own little world at this revelation. I sighed lightly.

"That doesn't proof I'm not Kira though," I pointed out. He turned to face me sharply.

"Your reasoning?" he commanded.

"Despite the fact I interpreted the message correctly, I was adamant about the first translation being the correct one, and so I attempted to foresee any taps you might have set in response to that. Why was I so sure that the first translation was right? The second one could have just as easily been right, and I'm sure you would have let me believe that the fourth note was real if I hadn't pointed it out. However Kira would have been one hundred percent sure, like I was, that there were only three notes." L watched me throughout the explanation.

"Do you want me to believe you are Kira, Rei?" he asked softly, like he was disappointed that I was going out of the way to create reasons why I could be Kira. I shook my head.

"No I don't. But I want you to be sure I'm not. It's much better for me to be innocent and come up with reasons that I could be Kira, then to be guilty and have to come up with reasons I'm not." He nodded broodingly before drinking what seemed to be his fourth (or was it fifth?) cup of tea.

"I understand. The fact that you are so willingly creating reasons as to why you could be Kira is causing my suspicions to be lowered." I opened my mouth about to speak, but he quickly cut in again. "And yes, I am aware that you may be doing this with the intent that I will no longer suspect you." He opened up what appeared to be a bag of mini marshmallows and promptly placed no less then seven into his tea along with five more sugar cubes. I doubted if his tea was even a liquid anymore, it was most likely now some sort of paste…

"None the less," he continued as I jumped for the sudden restart in the conversation, "the chances of you being Kira had been less than one percent. I only gave you the test because your high intelligence alone made you a possible suspect."

"Is that an honest percentage?" I asked, a wry smile on my face. His lip twitched as I suspected he tried not to smile.

"Yes." he reached back into the bag of marshmallows and placed five into his mouth. "However, I would like to ask why you chose to become involved with the police." I visibly paled, all traces of humor gone. He was only asking to see if my motivation matched up with Kira's, I told myself. No reason to panic. He doesn't know why you don't want to answer.

"Rei," he said harshly, suspicious of my silence. When I didn't respond he spoke again, "Rei?" he asked, his voice much softer this time and I stiffened when he reached towards me, trying to get some sort of reaction from me. Finally I found my voice.

"I'm going to answer," I whispered miserably, "just give me a moment." He waited patiently, ignoring everything but me. I swallowed audibly and I decided to begin.

"When I was twelve years old…I was kidnapped…"

~AUTHOR'S NOTES~

Duh duh duh! Cliffy. So yeah, Rei was kidnapped. Not really that shocking. I mentioned her being a hostage in like what, Chapter 3? I think that's it. So next chapter is kinda of a big reveal, something major happens. I'm not telling what….but it's something big. Good, bad, or other. You guys can guess if you'd like. Major L and Rei bonding next chapter. Yay!

So really quick update this time. I'm getting worried. I've only got one more completed chapter in reserve after this. I have a couple paragraphs of nine written. So if my updates after eight slow done considerably I'm sorry. But these things called school, choir, and swim team have started and they eat up my time! I just found out you aren't supposed to use run-ons or fragments when writing. That is basically all my writing consists of. Um, whoops?

This was all Rei's POV wasn't it? There wasn't really any need to include anyone else. And Light trying to kill Naomi doesn't really have anything to do with Rei and I'm too lazy to work him in, so sorry to all you Light fans. To all you fans who want to take Light's pen and stab him in the gut, I suggest you check out my short letter to him which I entitled, "Did I Mention I Hate You?" Let me know if you like and maybe I'll make more for other characters who should just die *cough*Orochimaru*cough*.

I really hope I wrote L right. Basically I just used big words and then worded things slightly awkwardly. So sorry if I fail. I have him fiddling with his tea a lot too…. L's probably a bit OC here. It's kinda unavoidable at this point. He's expressing a bit more emotion then he normally would. My excuse? Uh…cause I'm the writer and what I say goes? No? Well how about his curiosity and focus on Rei is causing the part of his mind that concentrates on making him like a robot to be distracted. Yeah…that works…

THANK YOU ALL MY WONDERFUL REVIEWERS!

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Rat300: Haha bouncing up and down like a lunatic is fun. Tell your brother a crazy fangirl from the internet says hi. Cool name story. Wish I had one like it. I was just thinking of cool alchemist names and that came out. But when you think about it, it's kinda lame. It's like, "I CAN CATCH A LIGHTBULB! OOOHHHH!" Yeah. So impressive.

: I know right? Bad L! Didn't anyone ever tell you eavesdropping is rude?

Lt. Sarcasm: I see…an evil hamster army…sounds strangely effective. Count me in. If you murder me I can't write and you'll never know what happens! I think I have CDO. It's like OCD, but the letters are in alphabetical order…LIKE THEY SHOULD BE! *sobs softly* Why is the cake a lie? Why? Eh, I'm over it. You can waste as many minutes of my life as you want. Your reviews amuse me. And as for L and Light as a couple….if it happened it would so be the other way around. No way L's uke. You are another one of my favorite reviewers. BUT DON"T TELL NO ONE! Please forgive my atrocious grammar.

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RenKun-Sensei: Haha actually I wouldn't mind being attacked by chibi Matsuda. Light on the other hand…well let's say I've learned some things from BB just for him…

Ailia Sparrowhawk: Your name makes me think of Johnny Depp. Which makes me think of L. Which makes me think of cake. Which reminds me I'm hungry. Thanks for alleviating my Marysue fear. I never want to write a Marysue. To stop myself, I usually end up abusing the you-know-what out of my characters. Hence Rei's kidnapping!

Kazaazz: Thanks! After this Rei can afford to get some stuff wrong. I just needed her to keep up L's interest in their first real meeting. Now that she totally has it she can mess some stuff up. The original scenes are coming. I've got some cute L and Rei moments coming up. They made me squee just thinking them…so I hope they'll satisfy.

Mega-chan: MEGAN! *glomps* I actually know this chick everyone. She started reading this against her better judgment, and now likes it! I am the one who corrupted her to fall into the pit that is anime so everyone give her a round of applause! Have I embarrassed you enough?

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EvaUnderworld: Thank you! It means the world to me that you think Rei is a good character and not too much of a Marysue. I admit at the beginning she is (or at least seem slike it), but it' shard not to have a fanfiction with an OC who doesn't seem slightly Marysueish. Though I kinda have an excuse. She is supposed to be Light's twin. So her being attractive and smart isn't too out there.

EvilPurpleCookiePenkeyMonguin: Your name makes me giggle to myself in a way that frightens my friends and rivals BB.

cutepenname: Now I'm more hungry. I like your name too. It's so cliché. Misa is going to be interesting. I bet you can totally see her clinging to Rei in an attempt to make Light like her.