8AN: Hello! This is my first Death Note story, and see that no one has base a story on putting the Death Note characters into the real world like I am, I decided to make a story like it myself! ^^ Updates will take a while, so if you think I'm taking too long to update and what-not, then please, feel free to HURRY ME UP! 'Cause I'm a procrastinator... ^^; and I know it. Anyways, enjoy! XP
I got out of my car and walked down my rock walkway to my front door. I unlocked the door with my keys and walk in, exhausted from the day's work. I walked toward my room and was happy for the bed that waited for me, as well as the silence. As I passed the living room, something caught my eye in my peripheral vision. I thought nothing of it after taking a few more steps away from it. Then I stopped as I thought about it. I quickly moved back to the doorway in one step. Holy shit, I thought as I peeked in behind the doorway frame. Lying on my couch was a person; I couldn't see their face, only the top of their head, due to the fact that the couch wasn't facing me. The only feature I could see was that they had black, messy hair.
My breathing became quick, shallow breaths as I began walking closer to the person, biting my lip with pure nervousness. I stopped just behind them, leaning over their head to see their face. I gasped and stumble back, knowing who exactly this was. He jerked his head up, and my eyes became wide with surprise. He sat there for a moment, and then swung his legs off of the couch to sit upright, slouched over a bit. He looked in my direction as he tucked his legs into his chest. I froze, knowing that I was most likely in some trouble. Damn, what the hell will he say or do now that I've seen his face? He sat there, staring at me, obviously thinking.
After standing there and gathering up the courage to say something, I decided to break the silence with the first question that came to mind, "Eh, what are you doing-?"
"Could you tell me where I am?" he asked.
"Uh, in my house," I said matter-of-factly.
"Hm, I see…" he said, looking like he was pondering on the situation.
After a minute of him sitting there, he got up and waked passed me. He started down the hallway to the front door.
I couldn't watch him walk off, so I yelled the first thing that would come out of my mouth, "Hey, wait a sec.! L, stop-!"
I stopped my sentence, realizing what I'd just said. My eyes grew wide as he stopped halfway to the door, and then turned to look at me. My eyes grew even wider when our eyes met, and I froze.
"How do you know my name?" he asked in a calm, low voice.
I stood there like a deer in headlights for a minute before answering his question, "It's- kinda complicated, so I don't really-…"
"Then tell me over some tea then," he said as he walked toward me, stopping a couple steps away.
"Okay, but-"
"You do have tea, do you?"
"Yes, of course; it's just... I'm not sure how to explain it to you…"
"What do you mean?" He probably thinks I'm talking about someone who told me or something that happened.
"I'll tell you once I make the tea and we're sitting down," I sighed, walking into the kitchen. I got out a pot and some tea bags, and then made the tea. Once it was done, I got out two saucers and tea cups and poured the tea in them. I then brought it to the living room and sat it on the table in front of the couch. Where the hell is L? I thought, not seeing him anywhere. I decided to look for him later and began walking to the kitchen. Once I was in the doorway, I saw that L was standing there, looking at me.
He looked like he was waiting for something, mostly because he didn't speak. "Um, can I help you with something?"
"Why are you so comfortable with me being in your house when you don't even know me?" he asked.
"You wanted to discuss this over tea, which is in the living-"
"I wanted to discuss the matter of you knowing my name, not, why you don't care if a stranger is in your house. For all you know I could be a murderer." He paused before speaking again, possibly giving me time to react, although I did not. "However, I am not."
"I have a feeling you are a good person; I just know," I said, raising my hand to show him that the subject was dropped. "Please, can we discuss all of this in the living room once I'm done?" I asked.
"Hm, fine," he said, biting his thumb in thought.
I walked to the refrigerator to get out a pack of blueberry muffins, followed by a box of cookies. I set them on the counter and got out my large jar of sugar. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see L staring at the sweets, and I smirked slightly, knowing that he must want them really bad. I picked up the box of cookies and blueberry muffins.
"Hey, L," I asked, causing him to look up from thinking. "Do you mind carrying that jar to the living room?" I asked, pointing to the sugar jar. He couldn't see into it, due to the fact that it wasn't glass, so he didn't know what was in it. "I can't carry it myself, and I don't want to make another trip just for that."
He stared at me for a moment longer, and then picked it up silently.
"Thanks," I said, smiling a little.
I walked in the living room, followed by L, and set the packages of sweets on the table. I pointed to the top of the table and looked at L to let him know to set it down there. He put it down, and we both sat on the couch I first found him on. I sat nearer to the hallway, and he sat on the other side of me with his knees to his chest. I picked up my tea, but L just looked at it for a minute.
I knew exactly why. "L, you know there is sugar in that jar," I said, pointing to the sugar jar.
He opened it and saw the spoon I left in it, then spooned out many teaspoons full and filled his cup.
"So, how do you know my name?" he asked, using the spoon to stir the sugar in his tea.
"Um, well…" I suddenly didn't want to tell him anything yet, so I told a half-lie-half-truth story. "I've seen you before while you were talking to some detective who called you L."
"Where was this?" he asked, after taking a sip of his tea.
I looked off into space, trying to think of a place. "Uh… in a tall building, and one of you mentioned it being the Kira investigation head quarters. I had snuck in because I had heard rumors of it being the Kira investigation-"
"You snuck in?" he asked.
I couldn't tell what he thought of it due to the fact that he showed no emotion, so I continued, "Uh, yeah, through the vents…"
"You do realize that I now suspect you as being Kira," he said, his eyes staring into mine.
My heart lurched and my eyes widened with fear, knowing that severe consequences would come to me if his percent reached one hundred and he thought I was, in fact, Kira. Also, I didn't want to be thought of as a criminal by L. My heart began beating faster, and I realized that my reaction might give the wrong impression. If someone thought I did something or was implying it when really I didn't, it'd cause me to become really nervous, which was merely natural for me; I've done it ever since I was a kid.
"Y-you think… I'm…" I couldn't finish my sentence; I thought of Kira as scum.
"Yes," he said, clearly in thought. Oh my God, I don't want to die yet, especially by L. I admire him.
"B-but, I'm not; I-I just-…" I could continue, knowing this was a lie, so I decided to tell him the truth. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath through my nose, knowing I had to remain calm. "Okay, everything I said about sneaking in was a lie," I said, opening my eyes to look at him and face his reaction.
"Well then, how do you really know my name?"
"In order for you to understand this more, I need to get my laptop from my room; you can follow me, stay here and wait, or we'll just sit in my room."
"I'll come with you to your room."
"Okay, cool," I said. I got up and walked into the hall, glancing back to make sure L was following. When I saw him walking along behind me, staring at me, I was satisfied with it and continued to my room. Once we made it, I grabbed the handle with my right hand and turned it, pushing the door open. I walked in, followed by L, and went to the end of my bed to grab my laptop. "Okay…" I mumbled, sitting down on my bed with my laptop in my lap. I patted a spot on my bed to my left, glancing at L and seeing that he was standing in the doorway. Before he could move forward, I said, "Oh, could you close the door? I like my door closed." He looked behind him and pushed the door closed with his left hand, then walked over to the bed and sat in his usual, or rather unusual, way where I'd patted. I opened my laptop and typed in the password, not caring if L saw. I then went to the internet.
"Do you allow anyone to watch you type your password?" L asked.
"Psh, no," I said, making a face. "That's stupid; what's the point of having a password if you let people see you type it?" I asked, suddenly wondering why I hadn't cared in the first place.
"Why did you not care if I saw you type your password then?"
"Uh-, I- well, I thought that you-… uh… I really don't know… maybe if you want to get into my laptop at some point… to look at something?" I offered, looking down and going back to my computer and not wanting to continue the conversation.
He said nothing in reply as I typed in "" in the bar up top. Once the page was loaded, I typed in "Death Note episode 2 English dub"; I wasn't about to show him that Light had gotten the Death Note, even if I sided with; I didn't want to ruin their friendship… just yet. The first one looked promising, so I clicked on it. We watched some of the beginning of the episode – just enough to show L – until I decided he'd seen enough and was convinced; I paused it, sat back, and looked at L for a response.
AN: Please message me and tell me what you think! Also, If you find any ideas for the future, then feel free to send them to me. I am making this up as I go along ('cause that's how I do things), so ideas will come in handy; even if they aren't used in this story, they might be used in another story! ^^
And it's kinda' hard to find the right reaction L would give, so if it sounds wrong or something, then go ahead and tell me.
Also, flaming me will only result in shaming yourself and giving me, as well as others, a bad impression of you; I'll accept criticism ONLY (and I mean only) if you're nice about it. ^^ (My reaction to rudeness will depend on what I'm feeling at that moment).
Okay, I think that's it! (I think...) Bye!
~Amaya