Let's all have a moment of silence for the three loaves of bread I forgot at my parents' house. I was so looking forward to a good sandwich… I guess I'll have to make some more from scratch, but it won't be as good as the stuff from the bakery.

Shout-out to LadyHawke361, because you have the same username as my mother. When you started following fictionaL dimensions I nearly had a heart attack, it scared me so bad. I asked my mom how she could possibly find my story, but apparently, you're not her. She hasn't even seen Death Note, poor woman. Thank goodness though, since it would have gotten weird if anyone I knew read this.

A Chocolate-Covered Strawberry's P.O.V.

My leaves tickled as an old man named Watari held them to dip me in a warm brown liquid. It covered me like a blanket, hardening to become my new outfit. He placed me with my brothers and sisters on a plate, stacking us one on top of the other. Some dude in a lab coat tried to pick me up, but Watari slapped his hand away, saying I was for someone named L.

When all my fellow strawberries had been properly dressed, the man picked our tray up and put it on a kart covered in other trays of goodies. I said hello and they all greeted me back like the sweet things they were.

We were rolled into a room full of screens. A man was sitting in a chair chewing on his nail. I thought that was silly, a nail couldn't taste as delicious as any of my friends or siblings. When he saw us in all our delicious glory, he reached over and chose one of the brownies, eating it methodically while staring at all the monitors. This must be L.

"Anon Terces," he said, speaking into a metal stick, "please offer the nice apple lady a large tip today. She looks particularly stressed. By the state of her coat, she hasn't had much business lately."

"Still got a soft spot for her, huh?" The man in the lab coat from earlier asked.

"Yes," L confirmed, "She made a truly splendid pie and I feel I must thank her for it."

Aw, yes, pie, that's something I can get behind. Of course, apples are alright, but strawberries are obviously the best fruit. Unlike apples, we don't have cyanide in our seeds. The apple lady could probably get more business if she made the switch and sold us instead. Poor lady, she doesn't know what's good for her.

A pretty woman with shining skin grabbed one of my sisters and took a bite. Goodbye, dear sister, you get to fulfil your purpose. I was a little jealous. If only I'd been placed on the top of the stack, maybe I'd have gotten to go first. The shiny woman spoke, "I'm still annoyed you didn't share. You ate it while I was asleep."

"You snooze you lose," the man in the lab coat said, "as they saying goes."

"Shut up, Yori, it's not like you got any either," she pouted.

"As you wish your highness," he retorted.

L smiled, but it was so subtle that only the sweets on the tray would have been able to notice it, "At it again I see," he finished his brownie and reached for a cookie, "You are relentless Doctor Kaneko."

The man called Yori leaned in to whisper urgently in L's ear, "Leave me alone, will you? If you keep making comments like this she's gonna get suspicious, for God's sake, have a heart."

He could have a strawberry; Strawberries looked like hearts, right? To my delight, L grabbed one and held them up, dropping my brother into his mouth from above, "Hush now, doctor," he talked with his mouth full, "she could have heightened hearing. You don't know," he muttered back.

"What was that," the shiny woman asked, looking up from my half-eaten sister, "are you two conspiring about something?"

"No, of course not," L said, feigning innocence

She scoffed, "Yeah right," but finished her strawberry and dropped the subject, reaching down for another one. My brother commented on her soft hands. Of course, she didn't hear him since we are strawberries and cannot speak aloud.

"You know, L," the doctor stood up, "I really ought to test you for diabetes. Unlike Ellie, you're still a human. If you eat that much sugar, you'll die of a heart attack, and it won't be because of the death note."

"He doesn't have diabetes," the shiny woman named Ellie said.

Yori raised his eyebrow, "Oh? And how can you be so sure."

"The same way I'm sure you've got a headache right now. I just know," she explained. "Speaking of," She reached up and placed two fingers against Yori's temple, "Here, does that feel better?" after a second, she put her hand down.

"Looks like the tables have turned," A different person sitting on a couch said. They sounded and looked like a man, but he was wearing a dress and sat on his hip like a princess. "The patient cures the doctor."

"If you can sense injuries," L asked, "Then why did you say and do nothing about my stitches and bruise?" He reached behind his head, under his hair.

"Because," She lifted her chin, "You deserved them. Those will have to heal on their own, I'm not going to do anything about it. It's what you get for threatening our son and egging me on."

"I didn't threaten Nate, I merely told you what could happen if you refused to learn Capoeira."

L's phone rang. He pulled it out of his pocket and held it up to his hear in the weirdest way. None of the other humans I've seen ever did that. Maybe L had special needs. If that was the case, strawberries could only help; He should forget the cookies and start munching on us!

"Hello," he asked, "What is it? – I see. – Very good. When she goes out, place surveillance cameras and wire taps all through her apartment and hidden in her clothes. – No, do not engage, we need to see what we can find out first. – Yes. Goodbye." He pressed a button, making the phone beep and put it back in his pocket, "Misa has been located."

"I guess you were right again, oh-so-great-detective," The man in the dress said, "Misa is the third person."

"Makes sense," Ellie said, "after all, she's got the shinigami eyes. Plus, Kira knows for certain that she's more loyal to him than anyone else. Anyone other person would be too risky."

"We know who she is," Yori said, "Can't we just catch her like we caught that crazy-ass 'prophet' Mikami?"

"If she's arrested without having done anything, then it would be telling Kira that we're on to him," Ellie explained, "With Mikami, we had a good reason. The kidnapping, torture, and attempted murder of an innocent woman was illegal no matter who you are. Therefore, it made sense when we locked him up. We don't have anything concrete on Misa, so arresting or confronting her directly is a bad idea."

I wondered who these people were. Mikami sounded mean. I'm sure he'd be a lot nicer if he'd had more strawberries in his life. I bet if he got the really nice ones dressed in chocolate, he'd be happier. The shiny woman named Ellie obviously ate strawberries, so it just goes to show that we are worth it. She picked the one next to me up, putting it in her mouth. I was the only one left. The plate was cold and lonely, being left behind.

"Actually," L said, biting his thumb again. Did he taste that good? "Confronting her is exactly what I plan to do."

Ellie finally picked me up, "And how exactly are we going to do that?" She ate me in one bite, and the world went black. Finally, I had fulfilled my purpose.