Hello, readers! (Yes, all 3 of you.) I just wanted to say thanks for reading this. I'm still not sure where I want to go with this story so if you have any opinions on where I should take it, please make them known.

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[P.S. Anyone who is still waiting for an update on my Moana fic, don't worry, I haven't abandoned it. I've just been lacking motivation.]

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Ellie May's P.O.V.

I went into the kitchen to grab the chocolate cake I had made the night before. If I remember correctly, L had quite the sweet tooth. I still was having trouble believing it, but how else could he have found out about my mild obsession for hand lotion? It's not something important enough for me to ever have mentioned, and yet he knew. Only someone hyper observant like L would be able to find that out.

Normally I'd be wary of some random guy showing up in my closet, claiming to be a fictional character, but something – and I can't explain what – made me trust him. It's like he was meant to be here for some reason. I always try to trust my instincts, as they have never once let me down. If my intuition says that this man is L, then this man is L. Not that I'm complaining. He's way cuter in person than he was on the anime, and that's saying something.

To my annoyance, L made sure to eat every bit of fruit I had left before he decided to head out to find a place to live. I offered to go with him, but he insisted on going by himself. If he were anyone else I'd be worried, but evidence has proven that L Lawliet was perfectly capable of handling himself.

I tried asking where he planned to go, but he just said he "had something to do" that was apparently super important. Although what he could possibly have to do in a world where until a few hours ago he hadn't even existed was beyond me. Of course, I'm sure a lot of things that go through his head would make no sense to me. I'm smart enough, but I'm no genius. My talents lie in the fine arts, not subterfuge or deductive reasoning.

While he was out I brought the cake back into my room. It was in a glass pan and had been kept moist with a lid. This ought to keep L happy until I could make some other sweet. Maybe I'll finally make those Oreo truffles I've been intending to do.

I sighed. I can't feed him for long, I can barely afford my own groceries, let alone meals for two. Especially with L's appetite. I could remember him munching on something in almost every scene. I've been living off my parents, relying on them to feed me until a job opens up. It's hard to find employment here as this city is both overpopulated as well as a college town. Until then I had no source of income other than that which my parents grant me.

Suddenly I realized something: I would be having a guest over, and my room was a disaster! The suitcase from my last road trip was still on the floor, I had bras hanging from my closet handle, my bed was in shambles, and I don't even want to start on the condition of my desks. I don't mind clutter, but if this room was going to house a second person we'd need more space to move around. I was the only one capable of successfully traversing the minefield that is my floor. L might step on something and cut his foot. I had to clean up before he got back.

I spent the next hour just trying to properly tidy up. I honestly should have been studying for my test tomorrow, but let's be honest, I wouldn't have done that either way. I was just shoving the last of my shirts into my overly full closet when I heard a knock on my window. I opened the blinds to reveal that it was L.

I opened the window so he could hear me, "Hey. Head over to that door, I'll come out and let you in." I pointed to the nearest entrance. He couldn't get into the building without a key, so I had to let him in myself.

He nodded and walked off in the direction I indicated. I grabbed my key card so I wouldn't get locked out. I hated when that happens. Exiting my dorm room, I opened the West doorway and let my strange new friend inside. I was surprised to see he was still barefoot. "Did you just walk all around town without shoes on?"

"Yes," he responded in his regular mumble, "I never really liked shoes. Plus, I don't actually have any here."

I nearly smacked myself. He didn't even have shoes. I could have at least offered him my flip flops to borrow until he got some of his own. He could get hurt without something on his feet. "You didn't get cut did you," I asked, concerned.

"No, I'm perfectly alright." and with that he walked down the hall and back into my dorm room.

Social, isn't he. He might be even weirder than I am.

I shrugged and followed behind him. "So, where did you go for so long? Did you do what you needed to get done?"

He noticed the chocolate cake that I had placed on the spare bed in my room. Picking it up, he shoved a forkful in his mouth and answered, "Yes, I did. I can move in to my new house the day after tomorrow." He swallowed and shoveled another large piece into his mouth, "By that time the security system should be in place. I bought out the building so there will be no need to pay rent."

Hold on, did he just say he bought a house? "How could you possibly afford to buy an entire building and have a security system installed?" I stared at him, my mouth gaping wide open.

He merely looked at me with his intense black eyes, "the same way I funded all of my investigations."

"But you don't have the same resources here; whatever money you had isn't in this world," I argued, not understanding how even he could pull off such a feat.

He smiled his small, odd smile at me mischievously, "I still have the same skills and knowledge."

What was that supposed to mean? Did he know of some way to make buckets of money in mere hours, or was he not as law-abiding as I thought? Either way, something told me I didn't want to know.

He suddenly seemed to realize something and looked around the room with mild surprise on his face, "you cleaned," he observed.

I rolled my eyes, "No, it was the troll maids who live under the carpet." For someone who's entire purpose was to notice small detail he could sure be unobservant.

He looked at me blankly, "No need to be sarcastic, I was merely noticing. You didn't have to go through all this effort on my behalf."

"Would you rather I put everything back the way it was?" I challenged.

"That's quite alright," he took another bite of cake, "This room is rather spacious when it's clean."

I glared at him, but silently agreed. I really should keep things cleaner. Peeking at my alarm clock I realized it was now 12:13 am. Had I really been up this long? The weight of the day came crashing down on me all at once. "I didn't realize how late it was," I yawned, "we should probably get to bed."

L didn't answer. He merely peeked at the alarm clock and then continued to stare at me blankly. I had to admit, as unnerving as it was, I liked how soft his eyes could be while still remaining intense and mysterious. It was fascinatingly beautiful. Maybe it was part of who he was, or maybe it had to do with him being an anime character. In any case, it was hard to look away.

I pulled some pajamas out of my drawer and handed them to him, "You can use these if you want." I held them out for him to take.

"No thank you. My current clothing is comfortable enough," he stayed sitting with his feet on the chair, his thumb absentmindedly fiddling with his bottom lip. That was something that always amused me about L; I did the exact same thing.

"Alright," I turned away and opened the door, "I'm going to get dressed in the bathroom. I'll be right back."

He nodded and I walked down the hall into the restroom, changing into sweat pants and an old t-shirt. My mind went rampant with questions. Why was he here? How is he alive? Is there any way to get him back where he belongs? Does he even want to go back? Do I want him to go at all?

What was I thinking? Of course I wanted him to go. I couldn't exactly let him sleep on my spare bed forever. Besides, what would he do in this world? Would he recreate the detective he was and make another 'L' in this dimension, or would he simply rot away in boredom at the lack of interesting cases? Even if he wanted to, would he be able to stay here? What if it's like in those movies where if he stays too long he fades away into nothing? I wouldn't know what to do to save him.

I took a deep breath to calm my nerves, "It's fine," I said aloud to myself, "It'll all be fine. We'll just take this one day at a time."

Dressed and ready for bed, I hopped onto my mattress without looking. That was a mistake.

"Ouch! Lawliet, what are you doing?"

He was sitting in his weird position again, only this time he had moved from the chair to the foot of my bed. "I was assessing the security of the room from different angles and found this spot to be especially comfortable." He looked at the window on the wall by my bed, "Although if someone were to break in, this is the most vulnerable place to be."

"Greeeeaaaat." As if I weren't already stressed enough, now I know that I'm sleeping in the most dangerous place in the room. Thanks a lot, L.

He hopped off the bed and moved to the light switch, "Would you like me to turn out the lights?"

"Yes please. Just stay on the other side of the room unless I can properly see you. And don't even think about trying anything."

He flipped the switch and the room went dark, "You don't need to worry. I won't allow any harm to come to the only friend I have in this world."

I froze, stunned. He already thought of me as a friend? He wasn't the type to hand out friendship to just anyone. Plus, he had only known me for a day.

I was suddenly very aware of where he was in the room, even with the lights out. His footsteps, though lighter than most people's, echoed in my mind. The creaks of the mattress rung in my ears as he settled into the bed on the opposite side of the room. His friend?

I smiled to myself if the dark as consciousness slowly slipped away from me.

I woke up in the middle of the night to the sound of screaming. Startled and terrified, I grabbed my knife and turned on the lamp by my bed, ready for a fight.

There was nothing there. L, was having some sort of nightmare, rolled into the fetal position and writhing about. I put my blade down and rushed over to him. "L… L…," No answer. I shook his shoulder, "Lawliet, wake up!" His eyes shot open and he jumped, his screams replaced with terrified gasps. He gasped for air and clutched at his chest as if he were in pain. "Are you okay?"

He looked at me and seemed to calm him down, but his eyes remained wide and fearful. "The Shinigami…" He said, "They're coming here."

"It's okay, calm down, it was just a nightmare," I tried to console him

He shook his head, "No, I heard them, they said they were coming."

It was odd seeing him like this. He reminded me of a frightened child, claiming there was a monster in the closet. I sighed, "Alright, we'll talk about it in the morning okay?"

He deflated, his eyes falling from my face to the blankets below him. Finally, he nodded his consent and returned to sitting in his usual position. I couldn't help but ask, "Why do you sleep like that? It can't be comfortable."

By now he had regained his composure. His voice had lost all traces of panic. He seemed to be in complete control again. "I often stay up late thinking and simply fall asleep like this. If I were to sit normally it would- "

"Decrease your deductive skills by 40%," I interrupted, remembering the time when Light had asked him the same question.

"Yes. At this point I've sort of gotten used to it." He brought his thumb to his lip again, picking at it gently.

"Well you're not staying up any later, it's 3:00 in the morning. Lie down properly and get some sleep." I used my best no-use-arguing voice to try and convince him. I knew very well that he was an insomniac, but I also knew that you could literally die if you didn't sleep. L had already died once, no need to do it again.

"Yes ma'am." He looked surprised at my giving him orders, but obeyed nonetheless. He crawled under the covers somewhat awkwardly, as if he'd never used a proper bed before, and laid down on the pillow. Not long after I had turned out the light I heard quiet snoring coming from his side of the room.

As I drifted off I couldn't help but wonder what exactly he'd meant by the 'Shinigami coming here…'