ANOTHER EARLY CHAPTER! :DD AND IT'S LONG! I THINK! Haahha! Well I don't have much to say, other than this chapter was REALLY FUN to write~ ^O^ and DAYUMM 8th grade has a LOOT of homework! ._. Plus, the request week is over so I'm not doing anymore storeh requests •^• and I really liked writing different kinds of storehs too...but, I guess I'll just have to wait till NEXT MONTH, where I'll hold ANOTHER story request week~! •O•

WAH! I'm stalling WAY too much! O HAVE FUN READING! AND GIMME A CALL IF YOU'VE GOTS SUGGIES ( THAT'S RIGHT! SUGGESTIONS ARE CALLED SUGGIES. DEAL WITH IT :O ) XD ENOJOY!

DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN DEATHNOTE

A very familiar voice broke the two's chain of conversation. "I've come to tell you something important. Do you have a minute?" Standing at the entrance of Wammy House's gates was a tall, baggy eyed teenager wearing a long, brown overcoat and a black leather hat.

"Um…" Alisa carefully examined the teen from head to toe. Terry did the same. "OH!" The little girl's eyes perked up as she recalled the slouched back and baggy eyes. She quick-walked to the entrance and hugged the guy in the coat. "L! You're here!" Alisa whispered.

"It sure did take you long to recognize me." L patted Alisa on the head, while she just giggled.

"Cut me some slack! I'm only 11!" Alisa softly punched L in the stomach. "Plus! Your disguise made you look like an old pedophile!" L sadly sighed and turned away from the small girl.

"Is this how you'll always see me, Alisa?" He made a dramatic pose and pretended to cry. "As a filthy PEDOPHILE?!"

After breaking into a laughing fit that lasted for 3 minutes, Alisa shot L a serious face and nodded. "Yes. Forever and ever." L turned to Alisa and messed up her deep, cocoa-coloured hair.

"Thank you Alisa. That makes me feel extremely confident about my looks." He hunched his back an inch lower and put on a smile that showed his shiny, white teeth. "EXTREMELY CONFIDENT."

Mello strolled into the garden behind the Wammy House. "Alisa? Where are you?" He was about to step into a patch of beautiful dandelions when he heard a loud, familiar and irritating voice.

"MELLO! GET OUT OF THE GARDEN AT ONCE! YOU KNOW YOU'RE NOT PERMITTED TO BE IN THERE!"

Mello groaned in frustration and turned to face the old man standing on the platform, at the end of the garden. "Look. Roger. I'm TRYING to find a friend. So if you could just LEAVE and NOT COME BACK, that would be GREAT."

Roger brushed off Mello's painful words with an impatient sigh. "If you're talking about the small, little rascal and her friend, they're in the front yard."

Mello scratched his head and scowled. "I'm always a minute late." He walked away from Roger and the field of flowers, his level of curiosity rising as suspicions and wild thoughts ran through his head. 'Friend or boyfriend? How does he feel about Alisa? Is he gay? Maybe he's bi? That's sick. I am SO gonna beat the crap outta him if he's got a thing for her…and if he's bi."

"I thought you had something to tell me, L?" Alisa tugged onto L's coat sleeve with enthusiasm.

"Oh, right. I'd almost forgotten." L crouched down to Alisa's stature, and just as he was about to whisper into her ear, Mello came running to Alisa's 'rescue'.

"YOU SICK PEDOPHILE! GET THE HELL AWAY FROM ALISA!"

Terry turned his attention to the boy shielding his beloved companion. 'Who the SHIT is HE?'

"For your information, little girl, I am NOT a PEDOPHILE. " L flicked Mello straight in the head and continued his statement. "I am a respected OFFICIAL whose come ALL the way out here, JUST to speak with ALISA."

Mello growled at the baggy-eyed teenager. "I'm NOT a FUCKING GIRL. ASS-WIPE."

"Well you SURE DO LOOK like one." L shot Mello a challenging pout and stuck out his tongue. "Little GIRL."

"ALRIGHT, THAT'S IT." Mello grabbed L's coat scruff and raised his fist in the air. "NOBODY CALLS ME A LITTLE FUCKING GIRL."

"MELLO. CALM YO FISTIES." Alisa pulled Mello's fist away from L's face. "I know it's HARD having to deal with being called a GIRL, but that don't mean you can go 'round punching my buddies!"

L snickered hollowly. "Burton, stop laughing! This is YOUR fault too!" Alisa punched L in the cheek.

"I was just telling the TRUTH~" L, whose identity was now Burton, rubbed his right cheek and shrugged jokingly.

"Grrr…" Mello gritted his teeth at the tall Burton.

"BURTON. If you mock Mello again, I'll leave you outside and make you WATCH as we eat YUMMY STRAWBERRY SHORTCAKES." Alisa put her hands on her hips and pouted at the now silent L.

"…Yes ma'am." L glanced at Mello, who was smiling in triumph.

"GOOD." Alisa took L's hand and dragged him towards the House. "Now let's go inside to discuss some important business!"

Mello, too busy basking in his small victory, watched blankly as Alisa and Burton entered the Wammy House. "OH CRAP!" He awoke from his short, unconscious state only to face an empty front yard. "I forgot to ask her…"

"Forgot to as her what?"

Mello's ears perked up at the sound of another boy. He turned around and stared at the boy just inches away from him. "...You Alisa's friend?"

The boy nodded and shot Mello a sharp glare. "Yeah. And who're you?"

"Mello. Her other friend." Mello returned the glare, gladly.

"Terry. Glad to be of… acquaintance." Terry loosened his ferocity and walked up to Mello.

"Stay the fuck where you are, TERRY." Mello cracked his knuckles and sneered. "I ain't believing that little "I'm just coming over to shake your hand' act."

"You're Lissy's friend." Terry stopped in his tracks. "If I hurt one of her friends, I'd be hurting her." He shoved his hands into his pockets and scoffed. "And as much as I WANT to uppercut you in the nose, I can't. But, if you hurt Alisa. In any way AT ALL… I will make sure you NEVER see the light of day again. Okay MELLO?"

Mello tilted his head to the right, his sneer still vivid on his face. "Oh…I'm pissin' my PANTS over here."

Terry bit down on his lip. "You REALLY wanna fight, don't cha?"

"It'd prove me wrong for thinking of you as a PUSSY." Mello stepped forward, the smirk on his face growing wider and wider.

"Alright." Terry smiled wickedly and cocked his head at the direction of the garden. "Let's go, FUCK-FACE."

CHAPTER 11 END