So, I've recently had a reviewer mention how quickly Lawliet and Ellie's relationship is moving along saying it feels out of character. First off, thank you SO MUCH for finally noticing this! It's actually something I did on purpose which will come up later in the plot. Second, I also did this so we could not just have another fanfic where we watch L fall in love, but so we can watch him be in love. I wanted to explore what he would be like in a relationship. Having him fall for Ellie so quickly allows me more time to develop who they are as a couple, rather than being just another slow burn where he discovers his feelings for her near the end. It also allows for more realistic conflict between the two. Don't worry, they won't be all kissing and fluff, it'll go a lot deeper later on.

On another note (pun intended), I just pulled the best April Fools prank on my roommates. I put a bowl upside down on a counter with a note saying, "Do not open unless you plan to kill it," and drew a little spider at the bottom of the paper. Then I listened from behind my door. A few minutes later they came home and found it. They took at least two minutes to work up the nerve to open it, but when they saw that it was empty they started freaking out thinking it was loose in the dorm. They literally screamed, it was the best thing ever.

Anyways, please review! It makes my entire day.

(Oh, also, I discovered something today… There is a Death Note the Musical.) Just FYI. Enjoy the chapter.

L Lawliet's P.O.V.

I went up to Ellie's room and found her sleeping with her head resting on top of piles of papers and textbooks. The lights were still on. I poked at her cheek, trying to wake her up.

This time it actually worked. She jumped as if startled and fell back, her chair tipping over. She fell to the ground with a loud thunk.

"Ow…" She rubbed the back of her head, "That hurt."

I helped her stand up properly and began dragging her to the door by her wrist, "Come with me. You have more training today."

She stopped, looking at me confused, "Training? What training?"

"Chess. You've got a lot to learn about outthinking your opponent if you plan to help take on Kira."

She huffed. Clearly, Ellie was not a morning person. "What time is it?" she asked, rubbing her hands across her face in an attempt to wake up properly.

"Almost noon. You've been asleep for quite some time."

That got a reaction out of her. Her eyes widened "Noon!? But I have classes today!" She ran about her room, gathering school supplies and shoving them into a backpack. "Get out, I've got to get dressed." She pushed me out the door and closed it behind her, all the while muttering about being late.

I suppose training would have to wait. I went back to the control room to watch the monitors. Nothing had appeared in the closet since Yagami, but that didn't mean nothing else was going to come through. I took a banana off the tray that Watari had brought in and yanked at the peel with my teeth.

The nightmare had showed up again last night. But this time it was slightly different.

This time Ellie had been there, hovering above the scene beside me. I tried to call out to her, but she was paying no attention to me. She was humming some eerie tune to herself while watching the scene below. She wore a long white dress and her skin emitted an ethereal glow.

Looking down at my hands I saw that I was giving off a gleam of my own, just as she was. Hers, however, was significantly brighter.

The Shinigami went through the same dialogue with Light as before, never once looking up at us. It was as if this time we were the ones invisible to them.

Just before the dream ended, a new figure – that was shining even brighter than Ellie – appeared in the middle of the circle. They too were clad in white, but they shone so intensely that I couldn't get a good look at who they were. Only Ellie and I seemed to be able to see it. They reached up and touched the foreheads of each Shinigami, every time leaving a bright white dot just between their eyes. Once they had touched each Shinigami in the circle, they disappeared, and I woke up.

There must be some meaning behind all this. Who was the strange white figure? Why was Ellie there? What was that glowing dot that was left on each of the Shinigami?

I bit half of the banana off at once, letting my cheeks puff out as I chewed on the soft fruit. How would I stop Kira once he came here? I wondered if he would arrive in the same manner as the rest of us had: alive. But was it possible that he could come in some other form? If Kira travels to this world in the form of a spirit, it may prove difficult to confine him.

It was clearly impossible to try and convince him to stop killing. Kira was a murderer. He never once showed remorse for his actions.

The best way to defeat Kira would be to take away his power. I would need to get his death note. But then, he could very well get another one from any of those dozens of Shinigami. Somehow I will have to prevent them from giving him another. I could attempt to take all of theirs away as well, but there's the issue of not being able to see them that would be an obvious set back, not to mention that the numbers are on their side. And who's to say they aren't capable of making more? We don't know where the death notes come from.

That's it.

That's my first move. Before anything can be done I need to know how the notebooks are created. Then we take them out at the source. Once no more notebooks can be made, we destroy every last copy, thus rendering Kira powerless.

But before they arrive we'll need some masks. We'll also need new aliases. Ellie took the liberty of renaming me, now it falls on me to give her one. It'll need to be something that fits her personality; she'd need something pleasant and unique. If I give her a new name that doesn't sound right, Kira will become suspicious. She's an actor, so she could play it off, saying it's a stage name if he ever found out. But even so, it would have to fit.

I knew what I was going to call her. Because I thought she was an angel when I first arrived, it was only right to give her the name of an angel. She will use the alias Gabrielle. Her initial will be G, just as I have L and Watari has W.

I will allow Watari to choose his and Mr. Yagami's aliases. They wouldn't need them other than to keep Kira off our trail. We can't have strangers claiming they met someone with the same name as Light's father. That could lead him straight to us. In order to defeat Kira, we must maintain maximum anonymity.

We will work from the shadows.

Watari came into the room with another tray of sweets. I tossed my banana peel behind my shoulder and grabbed a large lollipop that was roughly the size of my hand.

"Watari," I said, "please make new ID's for the four of us. Put mine as Laurence and Miss May's as Gabrielle. You can choose whatever last names you like. Whatever you decide for yourself make sure it is not too conspicuous."

He gave me a slight bow and left the room. As he exited, Mr. Yagami entered. His shoulders were slumped and his head hung loosely. "Hello, Mr. Yagami. How are you feeling," I asked, nibbling at my lollipop.

"How am I supposed to respond to that after everything that I just saw?"

"Ah, so you finished the anime then. What did you think of the ending? I thought it was a bit dramatic if you ask me." I broke off a bit of the candy and sucked at it.

"Is that all you have to say about it?" he clenched his fists, shaking.

I scratched an itch on the back of my head, "What would you like me to say?"

He sighed, "Nothing I suppose. Everything matched up to what I remember exactly how I remember it. You were right. My son is Kira."

"Was," I corrected, "But there is a distinct possibility that he will be Kira again."

"How? He is dead."

I fought the urge to roll my eyes. How many times would I have to explain this same concept? "All three of us died as well, and yet here we are, alive and well. The only one of us who wasn't previously a corpse is the woman you met yesterday, and that's because she's from this world rather than our own. Now that we know interdimensional travel is possible, at least for those who were previously dead, we cannot rule out the idea that Kira will be coming here. And if– no, when he does, we will need to be ready." I leaned forward, looking him intensely in the eye, "Are you prepared to do whatever it takes to stop Kira from doing to this world what he did to ours, despite him being your son?"

He straightened up, plastering a determined look on his face, "Yes I am. I have no son."

"Good," I reached over and grabbed one of the fruits off the tray, "Here, have a strawberry. They're in season."

"No, thank you. I don't have much of an appetite right now." He turned to leave, but stopped just before exiting, "And L…" He looked at me, "you can count on my support." With that he left.

More strawberries for me.

That is, until Ellie got home. Apparently, she has a thing for fruit, because she ate all my strawberries and every last grape I had. At least she left the cookies alone.

"I wonder if my roommates are wondering where I've gone off to," she said, "I never actually said goodbye. Not that it matters. I never liked them. They kept waking me up with loud parties and they treated me like a subordinate."

I listened to her chatter on for a solid half hour, until Watari came back with our new fake ID's. Ellie seemed hesitant to use hers.

"I understand why we need these, but I've never done an illegal thing in my life… At least nothing more serious than watching pirated movies online. Plus," she added, "people around here already know me. If I whip out an ID with the name 'Gabrielle Hawker' on it, they'd know it was fake."

"That is why you'll only use this when absolutely necessary, and only with people you don't know. Yours will come more in handy during any out-of-town trips we may need to go on."

She nodded in understanding, "Oh, I see. So this is to avoid leaving a trail for Kira to follow?"

I loved when people were on the same page. "That's correct."

She played with her bottom lip in thought. "So, does that make me an undercover agent? That would certainly be an entertaining role to play."

"Yes. And you will need to give your best performance. Make sure that no one knows that anything is amiss in your life. You cannot tell anyone about anything concerning the Death Note."

"Alright. But how will I explain why I spontaneously moved out of the dorms? It was paid for for the rest of the semester."

I smiled slightly, "tell them the truth; that you moved in with your boyfriend."

She looked uncomfortable at the notion, "The only problem with that is that I'm openly religious... It's no secret among my circle of friends that I'm waiting until marriage. If I said I moved in with my boyfriend they'd immediately know something was up."

"I suppose that does pose a problem." I grabbed a pile of marshmallows and started stacking them one on top of the other using liquid chocolate as glue. "In that case tell them you got a job as a cleaning lady in a private household that offered free living quarters. I'll even transfer a bi-weekly allowance into your account in the event that you were asked to prove it. That ought to satisfy their curiosity."

She nodded, "Okay, that woks. Just don't expect me to start cleaning the toilets."

"I can assure you, that won't be necessary. If you wish, you can think of the allowance as your pay for helping take down Kira."

"Sounds good to me," she grinned slowly, then without warning she jumped forward, pulling me into a lung-crushing hug. It knocked down my marshmallow tower, but I forgave her when she gave me a peck on the cheek. Her lips were chapped. "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me," she said happily, causing a genuine smile to grow on my lips. How did she have such an effect on me?

She pulled out her cell phone, "I'll need to call my mom and let her know I moved out of the dorms and got a 'job'. She'll be happy to not have to send me grocery money anymore." She dialed a number and brought it to her ear, leaving the room to break the news. A few minutes later, however, she poked her head back in the door saying, "Hey, L, she wants to talk to you. I told her my employer was a friend, otherwise she'd have gotten all worried about my moving in with a stranger." She passed the phone to me, putting it on speaker.

"Hello," the voice at the end of the line said, "is this Lawrence?" she sounded like an adult version of Ellie, only with not quite as lovely a voice.

"Yes, speaking," I responded, changing my voice to sound more accurate to the region.

"I just wanted to say thanks so much for giving my daughter this chance, she's had such difficulty finding a job." Ellie slapped her forehead, sighing dramatically.

"It's quite alright Mrs. May, she's one of my closest friends, I'm looking forward to having her around."

"Well you sound like a nice young man. Maybe sometime you could visit for a weekend. We never get to meet Ellie's friends, it'd be nice."

"That sounds like an excellent idea," I lied, "We'll definitely have to do that at some point."

"Great!" I could hear her smile in her voice, "it's settled then. Anyway, I ought to go, I have work. Tell Ellie I said 'I love you'."

"Yes. Goodbye." She hung up and I handed Ellie back her phone. "She says she loves you," I repeated.

"Yeah, I heard, thanks," her voice dripped with sarcasm.

That's when I saw something appear on the monitor. Something new had arrived in the closet.