Chapter 16

AUTHOR NOTE: Ok, so I have no excuses for not updating other that I am a lousy insensitive prick, but you can't make me type *z snap's* so stop complaining I'm updating now and its fine

Ok, rant over.

Now onto more on task stuff. Sooo… I was kind of stuck at this point, but I have an idea of what I'm going to do now. The timings and dates will have shifted due to Rabbit's interference, so it probably won't follow the exact plan anymore. I'm going to be a bit more free with the plot, so sometimes unexpected things will happen that aren't a part of the death note story line yet still include the characters from it, and I'm hoping it will keep things interesting! :D

Also quick note: this is more of an interlude chapter; I thought I'd better update with SOMETHING and find a way to tell you guys all this crap^ so, yeah :p Have fun and If you have any ideas that you want included or anything then feel free to review with it or pm me

Final note: I'm gunna try and keep my chapters from now on longer and more detailed and developed, but for this reason there will probs be more gaps in my posting times so, warnings :p

Final Final note: Dammit I'm gunna have to do a tone of Disclaimers :'(… meh :P

Ok, finally this is where the story starts k:

*2 weeks later*

"… seriously?"

I ignore Matsuda's question. I sit on the floor, inside of my fort built from pillows, blankets and empty Pocky boxes (courtesy of a certain, panda eyed genius who was currently precariously perched upon a grey spinny chair), and blast the theme tune to the popular anime 'Tokyo Ghost', which is essentially this universes version of Tokyo Ghoul, however Kaneki is called Kinika, and is a girl who almost dies and ends up a ghost who just so happens to have a craving for raw turnip. Here it is somehow almost exactly the same plot line and yet is marketed as a shojo, which really screws with my perceptions and stuff but, I won't go on about the differences here. Attack On Titanic is a comedy. Ourin College Host Club is like a strange horror/ slice of life slashfic. Damn this place is weird.

I amp up the volume once again, and the song blasts into the familiar tune with altered lyrics:

(To the tune of "Unravel", in this universe called "I'm hungry"

"Oh shit I'm really, really hungry, oh look, there's a turnip.

Why does this company,

hate turnip loving me?

I'm craving some more root vegetables, I can't help my hunger.

I don't know what to do,

my stalker is a shoe…. "

(cue instrumental )

A hand reaches from behind my shoulder and presses the spacebar on my laptop. I sigh and spin around to face Ryuzaki who seems to be unimpressed beneath his blank expression. After a moment of silence and vaguely tense staring he murmurs "Like I said before, don't play music or I will confiscate your laptop."

I sigh begrudgingly, spinning back around. "Stop treating me like a child"

"Then stop acting like a child and mute the volume or use headphones". I scowl towards his retreating figure as he once again takes his place upon the chair. Whilst via a television screen I saw L as a witty, incredible and exiting character, living with him proves to be incredibly boring when everyone is so intensely focused on their work. The genius doesn't approve of me knowing the details surrounding the Kira case quite yet, most likely because I revealed that I knew his identity, however since I know far more information than the task force do on Kira himself I'm not pestering L for this opportunity. Instead, I'm pestering him due to our living arrangements. I pull at the chain that connects me to the man by my wrist. My mind wonders back to when he first put it on me…

I had just been let out of my cell. After having been further interrogated for 3 days via a computer screen I had revealed little information, and sided by my argument that "If you want me to talk then I will talk face to face." He first sent in Beyond which to be honest shocked the god loving shit out of me. He claimed to be L and I decided to roll with it for at least a while.

"Hello" he stated, finger lodged in a jar of strawberry jam, scuttling back away from me after he had removed the blindfold. "I am L." I smiled at him, "Hello L, nice to finally see your face."

"Now then" he murmured, musing over what question to ask me first, his eyes lingering for a moment or two over my head with an almost exited expression. "Would you care to tell me your name?"

I thought it over for a second, then grinned "Only if you tell me yours." He paused for a moment. "You have already revealed that you know my name."

"Yes, I have." I stated. "Then why are you asking me for it?" He questioned once again. In return I smirked. "No reason" I hummed, as I scuffed my feet on the shiny floor a little. After a moment he muttered "Try not to leave scuff marks". I responded "Then try not to lie". He looked up.

Direct eye contact with Beyond Birthday was a little unnerving.

Perhaps it was because I knew that those eyes were not entirely what would be considered 'Human', or potentially it was due to the fact that I knew that those eyes had seen the victims that he had slaughtered, and were more concerned with L and himself than the deaths of four innocents, regardless of the fact that they would have died anyway.

Or, I supposed, it was because his deep and looming gaze that was settled on me seemed no different to how I had imagined L's eyes to look, and it made me uneasy as – were I not so well informed – I could easily have trusted those eyes as if they were L's. A slight stirring which I could only compare to the beginnings of doubt settled within my half – empty stomach: If these eyes could kill, could L's eyes too?

I suppose, it was this which initially warned me that from here on, it was not going to be as easy a ride for me as it had been before.

"What makes you think that I'm lying?" he asked, the light of curiosity blooming from behind his dull façade. I grinned like a Cheshire cat, edging closer towards revealing that I knew that he was not whom he'd claimed to be.

"Well…" I paused to add to the suspense. I wanted to stretch this out for as long as possible. "I suppose, your mannerisms don't seem quite right, for whom I know L to be." He blinked before answering. "And what mannerisms are they?" He inquired. I let out a single laugh, and a vague humorous tone seemed to settle over us. "Well, your comment about my shoe scuffing combined with your ability to lick your fingers perfectly clean after every scoop of jam which, might I say, is quite an impressive feat, may have given me reason to believe that you could be lying to me." One of his eyebrows quivered ever so slightly. I supposed this was his way of raising an eyebrow without breaking the mask that he wore. Similarly he grinned a little, and unlike L's almost freakishly verging on rape faced smiles that I remembered, his reflected a mischievous and almost cunning creepy aura. If I'd had any doubts about this being Beyond they were crushed at this moment.

"And what sorts of mannerisms would you expect alternatively in L's case, assuming that L was in fact not me?" I paused, and broke into a smirk. "How on earth would I know? Having never met L such facts would surely be… beyond… my knowledge. I'd be more likely to know… his birthday, wouldn't I?"

We both grinned at the same time. A voice sounded over the speakers. "Beyond, meet me outside." Now it was my turn to be curious, for I hadn't expected another girl to be here, let alone for her to be trusted enough to be able to go near L's microphone. Interesting…

…..

It was then that I was escorted into what appeared to be a hotel room. My eyes scanned the room before settling on the people before me. The task force as I had expected; Sochirio who seemed unimpressed with me to say the least, Aizawa with a similar expression, Mogi and Ukita who didn't trust me judging by the guns which they had aimed at me, Matsuda who seemed both edgy and flustered as he blushed a little when I made eye contact with him, and of course L in all of his glory, who rose from his spinny chair to make direct eye contact with me.

Subconsciously I shivered. Beyond and L's eyes at this distance appeared identical.

However, there were a few people who also stood there whom I had not initially expected. Mello looked at me with some discomfort, though thankfully not any anger at the present moment. Matt glanced up from his video game and apparently paused it in preparation incase I tried to do anything violent or unexpected, by my logic. Beyond stood, slightly hunched over besides a girl whom I had never seen before, however instantaneously got bad vibes from. From the uneasy look she was giving me and the slight shock she showed from glancing above my head, I sensed that she could be a threat to me if I didn't tread carefully. Perhaps it was her demeanor or face, but she didn't seem entirely human to me.

I smiled and mimed taking a top hat off of my head as I – slowly as not to startle anyone- bowed to the crowd. I glanced around and was surprised to find that everything was spotless and that there were no empty plates or sweets wrappers in sight. Maybe that was one reason why Beyond was involved – his obsessive compulsive cleaning habits must come in handy when you get through so much food.

L stepped towards me, and I stayed where I was and ensured I was not going to cause any guns to go off by acting rashly. I decided to do something to let him in on things that I may know, so I raised my hand in a gun shape and calmly said "bang". His eyes widened slightly; he didn't expect me to know that. Matsuda opened his mouth, presumably to ask how I knew this signal, however I cut him off before he could speak "A pleasure to meet you… L. I think we will get along quite well." He blinked at me. "What makes you think that?" he questioned. I smirked. "Just a feeling" I stated.

He moved closer towards me. "Well, Rabbit ~ Chan, I'm intrigued as to what this feeling is. Care to elaborate?" I tried not to squeal or blush. It may sound stupid or strange or, depending on whom you are, perfectly understandable, but my first crush was L. Being called "~Chan" by him set my inner fangirl squealing into the night. Somehow successfully hiding my emotions, I grinned "I feel that we will be spending a lot of time around each other; If you truly are L, which I believe that you are, I'm sure I at least will be happy to work under such an intelligent panda as yourself." He blinked, pausing for a moment. "Panda?" He hushed under his breath hesitantly, putting his pointer finger to lips as if in confusion. I smiled "-Though pandas generally only eat bamboo, I see you'd prefer to live off of sugar cane."

"And how did you come to that conclusion?" He asked. "Oh, I have my secrets and you have yours, maybe some of them will be spilled between us but I doubt that it is anything of concern at the moment. We have Kira to catch, don't we?"

After a moment, he rape-face grinned, and I tried my hardest to suppress the heat rising in my cheeks. "Well…" he mused as I heard a click. I looked to my wrist where the cool, shiny cuff was now attached. "…I'm quite sure we will be spending a lot of time around one another." He stated smugly. I sighed "Is this really necessary? I'm not Kira, if you haven't already deduced that. Why else would you handcuff me?" His smile fell into a smirk. (control the inner fangirl, control it!) "You clearly know information that you are not telling. You also know information about me which could threaten my life. Thus, since I am unsure of my ability to trust you as of yet, I will be keeping you under constant surveillance until I am assured that you are of no threat to me"

"How long do you think that will be?" I asked. "Until I am at a point at which I can definitely trust you" he retorted. "But you don't trust anyone other than maybe Watari, who you've known for years" I state. He mused, "Then perhaps that is your answer" Years? Aww fuck.

My thought wondered to what it has been like so far living with Ryuzaki. In between his occasional quizzing on Kira and the times like these - long, drawn out and far more boring than the show ever truly put across – overall my impression of spending my time with him would be: annoying. Occasionally perverted, but mostly annoying. Speaking of perverted…

I'd wanted a shower and finally got one, on the condition that L would continue to be chained to me via potentially the most annoying device in the world. I finally understood why Raito was so angsty whilst they were handcuffed together in the show. You want to use your hand? Be prepared for a constant jingling, rattling and eventually infuriating noise at every given moment that you move it. You want to pick something up or move somewhere? Sorry, your genius on a leash is busy right now and is refusing to move unless you make a detour to the kitchen to pick up some more cake. You want to go to another room that your genius kidnapper doesn't want to go to? Be prepared to be chained to a jam loving psychopath, his creepy girlfriend and a hot – headed police officer who's still pissed at you for talking to his child and seeing him stark naked. Oh, and you have to drag them everywhere. Also, you are not actually allowed in rooms with any sort of potential weaponry without being blindfolded so get ready for a beautiful view – not. You can't prank anyone, you're not allowed to cook or do any activities that are not monitored, you can't write or draw anything and you have to stay completely silent 97% of the time so that the fricking sweet zombie who's name you happen to know doesn't moan at you or tape your mouth shut and tie your hands and legs together again so that he can concentrate. Well, you get my point.

Anyway, whilst taking a shower I was told to get out after 5 minutes and because I just happen to like longer showers I decided to ignore this request and continue humming song parodies half – heartedly. I continue showering, as you do, well that is until I feel an arm brush against my side and switch off the water. I stand, dripping wet, facing an insomniac who also just happens to be soaking wet and whose eyes are not on my eyes but a little lower. Without moving his eyes to even attempt to make contact with mine he smirks and murmurs "I said it's time to get out".

I reach out to slap him but he catches my arm. I use my other arm to hide my chest. "Get out!" I yell. "No." He replies, grinning in amusement. I raise an eyebrow. Huh, I can play at that game too. "Fine." I say. I spin around and switch the water back on in order to continue my shower, and partially to conceal the blush which radiates off of my cheeks. I hear the cuffs jingle and assume that he is leaving. After a moment or two of bliss from the heated water on the goose bumps which had formed on my arms, the spins me round and pushes me back towards the wall so that he is under the torrent of warmth that pelts from the shower head. "Hey!" I half – yell before I realize that he is wearing nothing and my eyes wonder for a moment before quickly shooting to the ceiling. "W-what are you doing?" I stutter. He looks me dead in the eyes. "I need to shower too you know". I sigh "Fine, I'll get out" As I go to leave he grabs my arm. "It's ok, I don't mind sharing, Rabbit ~ Chan" he smirks. I throw a bottle of shower gel at him as I exit.

The only people in the room currently are L, the task force and the girl, whom I've been told to call "Wonderland" though I doubt that it is her real name. She seriously hates me. I still don't get why. Beyond left with Matt and Mello to go and catch up on some things, form what I can gather it was news to the pair that Beyond was not dead, which I guessed that they had been informed of by the Wammy's. B was pissed off at me because I dipped my finger into his jam to try some which apparently "Completely destroyed the cleanliness of the entire jar" meaning that he couldn't eat any more of it. It rebellion against this which I found tediously picky, I used Pocky boxes (filled with crumbs) to piss him off even more when he gets back. I'm currently sulking in my own little shelter of unfathomable boredom.

Author Chan: "Ermagahhhhd that took so long. Bruuuuuh."

Near: "Why are you adding extra letters?"

Author Chan: "BECAUSE I FEEL LIKE IT OK DON'T FRICKING JUDGE ME!"

Near: "Weren't you going to find Mello?"

Author Chan: "YES THAT HUNKY CHOCOLATE GOD OF MINE wait where did he go again?"

L: "I believe he was "Jelly""

Author Chan: "OH YEAH" *locates Mello who is inside of a wardrobe* *Knocks on wardrobe*

Mello: "Fuck off"

Author Chan: *doing impression of Matsuda extremely badly* "But I wanna go to Narnia"

Mello: "The fuck!?"

Author Chan: *Opens closet door*

Mello: (Having previously been leaning on said closet door as he tried to peek through the key hole to see who it was) *Falls forward*

Author Chan: "AH!"

Mello: "A-MMM"

Author Chan: "MM-"

(An Albino walks in and finds the two snogging on the floor. He stands in the doorway and says nothing. His presence is not noticed)

Mello: *After lingering for a moment pulls away* "Uh…" *Blushes red as a baboons ass*

Author Chan: "Uh…" *Also blushes red as a baboons ass*

Author Chan and Mello: *Lean in for another kiss*

Near: "Got it?"

Matt: (holding camera) "Yup."

Author Chan and Mello: *mid – kiss*

Camera: *Flashy-flash-flash, whoopsy daisy it seem you just got your asses photographed!*

-Inner monologue of both Author Chan and Mello-

'Aw fuck'

Disclaimer: I do not own anything except Rabbit the edited plot and your mum *z snaps out of the room and out of sight*