Back again, with another update...not much going on.

Erm, I own nothing. Cause if I did, all hell would break loose.

Ever since he was orphaned as a child, L had worked hard to remain anonymous. Always changing hotel room, phone number and email address, never staying too long in one identity. Essentially, he kept behind the mask he had created. The only person he truly trusted was Watari, his assistant, and really, father-figure. So, on a Thursday night when L's phone began vibrating, L assumed it was his dear friend, calling to discuss something that couldn't be shared with the other members of the task force.

"Mhhm, hello, what is it?"

"Would you like to wind?" a childish voice on the other end of the line asked. L's mind worked quickly; the only people who actually knew this number were Watari and the members of the Kira Task Force. And because this was clearly not one of them, there was an 80% chance that someone was just prank calling, and had dialed a random number. 20% still stated that it was a threat, but L quickly dismissed that theory. He decided the best course of action would be to play along, and act like anyone else would if they got prank called.

"Who are you, damn kid! Prank calling decent citizens at an hour like this. And on a school night! You're parents would be ashamed."

There was silence, then,

"Please, would you like to wind?" There was a note of desperation, and L relented. It's not like saying 'yes' would reveal who he was. "Yes, yes, fine, I'll wind. Now don't call me again"

"That's OK, I won't have to!" The voice took on a bubbly attitude, and when the line went dead, L wondered what it had meant.

There was a knock on the door. After looking through the peephole, L opened the door to let Watari in, holding a large box. The elder placed the box on the hotel room bed and turned to face the detective.

"L, what is the meaning of this? I know I should not meddle in your affairs, but this morning I found this package by the door, with the hotel's address and labeled "To the man with the funny accent." I presume you know what that means?"

L's brain raced, thinking back to the strange phone call he had the other day. That might explain how they got his whereabouts (tracing the call), and why they only knew him by his voice. Debating the options in his head, he chose to open the package, so that he'd at least know what he's dealing with.

"Ah, yes, of course. Will you allow me to open this in private?"

L couldn't let Watari know the mistake he had made. It would disappoint him too much.

With a small nod, Watari left the room and closed the door behind him. The second the lock clicked into place, L dove upon the box, searching for signs of weapon-concealment.

Finding none, he slowly ripped apart the tape and lifted out a large box, about waist-height. L knocked gently against its lid, and was surprised to hear a small squeak. He opened the case with newfound curiosity, and simply stared when a doll stood up and looked wide-eyed around the room. Her gaze stopped when she met L's face, and she smiled and held out her hand.

"Hiya! Hina is the sixth Rozen Maiden doll!"

Yay