Disclaimer:I do not own Death Note or any of its characters. I merely worship them. Definiton of love is from Merriam-Webster Online dictionary.

Chapter One: Revelations

Misa burst into Taskforce Headquarters at half past eleven, humming as she approached the massive desk where Light, L, and the rest of the taskforce were hard at work.

"Hey everyone!" she trilled, high heels clattering to a halt beside Light Yagami.

Light looked up from his work looking more than mildly annoyed.

"Misa! I appreciate you coming here but I need time to work without your constant distractions! " he grumbled.

"Oh, Light!" she said flinging her arms around his neck, completely oblivious to his irritation. "You know nothing could ever keep me away from you for long!" she squealed, a vocalization that caused several people in the vicinity to cover their ears and wince in pain.

L, however, paid no attention to what was happening to his immediate right. He was still staring resolutely at the flickering computer monitor sitting not two inches away from his pointed nose. He swallowed the remnants of a sugar cookie as he heard Misa's footsteps crashing along behind him.

"Ryuzaki! What are you working on?" Misa exclaimed.

"Miss Amane, I am extremely busy at the moment" L answered, still engrossed in the data scrolling across the screen.

Misa huffed. "How come you always ignore me when I'm talking to you?"

L took a tremendous bite of strawberry shortcake.

"I do not ignore you Misa-san" he replied shuffling in his seat to look at her.

The detective was contentedly licking butter cream off each of his thin fingertips in turn, a process that Misa was finding increasingly distracting. She found herself struck by how soft Ryuzaki's hair looked. She could not help but think about the eccentric beauty of his thin face, with its dark under-eye circles and almost luminous pale skin, and of the deep yet soothing cadence of his voice.

"Are you alright?" he inquired politely, snapping her out of her reverie.

Misa suddenly felt very uncomfortable. "Yes Ryuzaki. I'm fine."

L tilted his head slightly to one side, still sucking on one fingertip pensively. After a few seconds he withdrew it from his mouth, his dusky eyes gazing up at her.

"Misa-san, you will come back down here for lunch won't you?" he asked as though posing the question to himself.

Misa brightened instantly. "Of course I will!" she chirruped happily, although she still felt more disarmed than usual by L's blank stare. "I'll get changed into a something a little bit nicer right away!" She flounced out of the room to start planning her outfit.

L returned his eyes to his work as soon as the door slid shut behind her. He tried to absorb himself with the charts and figures in front of him, but his head was reeling. He had always considered Misa Amane quite beautiful, a bit too talkative for her own good, but beautiful all the same. Over the course of the last few months, he found that Misa had become a big part of his life.

He would feel a sudden twinge resonating deep within him every time the thought of her crept into the recesses of his mind. He could feel his stomach begin churn whenever she was near and he was certain that this had nothing to do with the amount of sweets he ate. What does all of this mean? Could this be…dare I say the very word? Love?

L shook his head as though that could erase these new and disturbing thoughts from his mind. He scarcely knew the meaning of the word beyond a dictionary definition. Love, he recited in his mind, noun:(1) strong affection for another arising out of kinship or personal ties :(2) attraction based on sexual desire :(3) affection and tenderness felt by lovers. He could not remember ever having experienced this emotion before. He did not even know what it would actually feel like to love or to be loved by someone. He took another bite of cake, letting the sugar sharpen his mind as he returned to work.

Misa ran all the way down the hall to the elevator, pressing the up button wildly. After the elevator doors slid open, she sprinted to her room and flung open the doors of her closet. She scanned the racks upon racks of clothes, madly searching for something alluring to wear to her "date" with L. She was going to make him want her by whatever means necessary.

Ten long minutes of indecision later, she plucked a top, a skirt, and a matching pair of shoes from the cavernous depths of the closet, and tried the outfit on. She looked at her reflection in the mirror and a huge smile broke across her made-up face.

"Perfect!" she shrieked, clapping her hands together with glee.

Oh Ryuzaki! This is going to be too easy

A/N: So, that was the first chapter. Finally, I have actually posted something as opposed to leaving it to take up memory in my computer for all time. I realize that Chapter One was a bit on the short side but I can promise you that things will start to get more interesting in the pages to come. Until next time!