So… Didn't see that coming, did you?

Yes, I'm writing a new story. I'm taking a break from Kuroshitsuji, no idea how long, but I felt like writing something else.

So, hey and hello, new people who haven't read my other story and are now probably quite confused ;)

I want to get one thing out of the way and that's that I'm going to follow the manga, but use all the other Death Note-adaptations from time to time. And I actually came up with this story (and its title) while listening to the song 'Cake' by Melanie Martinez, so yeah, it's not only a L-related pun.

Enjoy and feel free to review and favourite ;D

I don't own Death Note. Never did, probably never will. Oh, and I make typos. And I am too lazy to correct them, so if you hate reading stories with typos, you've been warned.

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1. Meeting

I'm quite used to people staring at me all the time. When I graduated To-Oh at age thirteen, people were staring. When I joined the police force at age fifteen, people were staring. So being stared at wasn't new. Maybe it was because I dressed strangely. Maybe it was because I didn't look like I was from here. Or maybe it was the blue hair.

Two teenage girls from around my age leaned toward each other, whispered something in each other's ear and pointed at my hair.

Jep. Definitely the blue hair.

I think no one was happy when I showed up with blue hair that first day. I remembered how Yagami had shaken his head and sighed.

I got off the train soon after, which was good, since those girls really started to annoy me. Seriously, they were almost adults, right?

Well, not that I was mature. Maybe I should just keep my mouth shut and ignore everyone around me. I didn't care what people thought about my hair. I wanted it to be blue, so I made it happen. It had been easy. It had been painless. It had been what I wanted.

'Morning!' I said as I walked into the building, only to see that there was no one there. I walked over to the office, the only place were sound came from, only to see everyone sitting there, talking about stuff that I only partially understood.

'Kira is in Japan?'

'Does that mean that we're on the case?'

'Is L going to come to Japan?'

Ah, the Kira-case. Of course. Interpol had been way too late. I knew more about L than about Kira, I had to admit. I had done a whole paper about L back when I was still in college.

I spotted Matsuda in the corner of the room. 'L's quite good, isn't he?'

'He's the world's greatest detective, Matsuda, of course he's good,' I heard Aizawa say.

I walked over to them, dropping my bag on the floor. 'What happened? What's new?' I asked, without saying hello. My curiosity was more important than my manners right now.

Aizawa didn't really like me all that much, maybe it was the blue hair, so it was Matsuda, a younger police officer who never really judged anyone, who answered. 'Ooh, Olivia-chan! You're late! Detective L just had a confrontation with Kira… for everyone to see!'

It didn't take me long to deduce what he'd done. The television was still on and I could pick up more than I needed from the conversations in the room. 'And he tested the killing method of Kira a well as his location by only broadcasting at one place at the time, while claiming it was an worldwide broadcast?'

Matsuda looked disappointed. 'So you did see the broadcast.'

Nope, but I wasn't going to tell him that.

Then, Yagami spotted me and walked over, clearly too busy to be angry at me for being late. 'Upson!' he said. He was the only one who still called me by my last name, even though I always told everyone to call me 'Olivia'. No one in England ever called you by your last name like they did in Japan. It was weird.

'I got a call from Interpol,' Yagami said and I started to believe that he hadn't even noticed my absence. 'You and I will go to the Serial Murders Special Investigation Force tomorrow to join the official meeting.'

I wasn't sure why he'd chosen me, but hey, I felt important, so I nodded. 'Alright!' I said, almost saluting. Almost.

Yagami nodded and gave me a small smile. Then he looked over at Matsuda. 'Matsuda, you will come, too. Be sure to make notes,' he then added.

'Yes sir!' Matsuda said nervously. And he did in fact salute.

When Yagami walked away to talk with other police officers, Matsuda leaned over and said: 'You're lucky that all that stuff happened today. He didn't even notice that you were late. Otherwise he probably wouldn't have invited you.'

I smiled, crossed my arms. 'I know.' Even though Matsuda could be quite stupid, even the dumbest people could say the smartest things if you stayed around long enough to hear.

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Maybe Yagami did notice I had been late yesterday. And this meeting was my punishment. This meeting wasn't exciting. It was boring. Old men who talked and talked, about stuff I either already knew or didn't even want to know. And at the end of the day, too! After such a long day at work!

The only interesting thing was the person completely dressed in black, his coat and hat disguised him completely. "He" might as well be a "her" and I wouldn't be able to tell. He sat behind a laptop, which was turned to us and the webcam seemed to stare at us all. On the scream was only the letter 'L', but behind the camera… was the person who called himself 'L'.

'Information on all the victims that died of heart failure could indeed have been discovered from Japan. In addition, concerning the timeframe of these deaths, as per L's request… Monday through Friday, all these deaths occurred between 4 P.M. and 2 A.M. Japanese time. Weekends and holidays, between 11 A.M. and into the middle of the night. These times are much more inconsistent, though.'

I shot up from my lazy position, suddenly interested.

Yagami didn't sound interested when he said: 'Hmm. Alright. What about the general public? They saw the broadcast.'

Yagami! This meeting just got interesting and you just ruined it with your question about the 'general public'! Those times were quite interesting. I blocked the whole meeting out, didn't hear anything anymore as my brain went into 'thinking-mode'. If Kira was someone who worked fulltime, he was killing those people at work, which seemed rather unlikely. He could've night-shifts, of course, then it would make more sense. But that wouldn't explain the weekends. A lot of people had to work on Saturday, myself included. And people with night-shifts usually had strange sleeping patterns, which made the night-shift theory unlikely as well. So that would probably mean…

'Student,' I said, accidently out loud.

'Hm?' Yagami asked, turning his head to face me.

Oops. I didn't like sharing theories with people. I hated it, actually. Because there was always a possibility that I was wrong. And I hated being wrong. 'No, nothing,' I said shaking my head.

Yagami pursed his lips together, hating it when I kept my thought to myself. He knew that when I talked, I was right, so maybe it was disappointment? It didn't last long, though. He soon went on to the next order of business. 'Does anyone have anything else to add?' he asked everyone in the room.

Matsuda stood, one hand raised. 'Ah, yes!' he said, not sounding as nervous as he usually did. Well done, Matsuda!

'Go ahead, Matsuda,' Yagami said, giving him an encouraging nod.

'I don't mean to give Kira any praise,' he started. 'But in the past few days criminal activity around the world - and especially in Japan - has decreased dramatically.'

Of course. For a lot of people, death seemed way worse than prison.

Everyone in the meeting was silent, probably thinking that this information was obvious enough. Yagami sighed and I was concerned that he might get mad at Matsuda for saying such an obvious thing, but he didn't. 'Well, I suppose we all knew that something like that would happen.' He closed his eyes for a second, deep in thought. Then he opened his eyes again. 'Anything else?' he asked.

Complete silence.

When he realised no one was going to say anything anymore, Yagami stood and I, as his assistant, stood up too. Yagami looked at the laptop, speaking directly to the webcam. 'L,' he said, 'that's all we have to say.'

I heard buzzing noises and then a voice that clearly went through all sort of mechanic distortion to keep us from hearing L's real voice. 'Thank you. I think we're getting closer. Before I leave, have one more request. This is for the victims unit, the media unit and the internet unit. I'd like you to carefully examine how the Japanese media reported information on these victims. I need to know whether or not any images of the victims were shown.'

Oh, this could be fun.

'Thank you for your cooperation.' There was a click on the other side of the webcam and the man – or woman – behind the laptop shut the device and began to pack it into a black suitcase. Something about the person's movements told me it was someone older than I'd initially thought.

I decided to take a chance and walked up to person. 'Can I help you, sir?' I asked. A few movements that were clearly supposed to be his head shaking 'no' made clear that he didn't need – or at least didn't want – my help. I almost laughed. I felt like people rarely actually wanted my help, whether they needed it or not.

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I was standing outside the building, chewing on my gum as I looked at the clear night sky. Nights at home were rarely so clear.

I heard the automatic door and knew it was Yagami because he had his own pace of walking. Everyone did. Knowing someone's pace was nice. It meant you knew what was coming toward you.

'What a meeting, huh?' he asked as he stood next to me.

I smiled politely. 'Yes, it was very interesting.' Kind of. Not really.

He put a hand on my shoulder. 'Sachiko misses you. You haven't visited for almost two months now.'

I sighed, looked up at the sky, then back at my boss. 'Right, I know. I'm sorry. I've been… busy lately.' Kind of. Not really.

Then he told me the true reason he was talking to me right now. 'You look thin. Sick, almost. Have you been eating enough?'

Older people often felt the need to take care of the younger generation, especially when those older people were parents. Ever since that day two years ago Yagami invited me over every now and then, made sure I ate something substantial. And his wife would give me more food that I could take with me. As if I couldn't take care of myself. As if I was a child.

But I did like it there. I liked the Yagami-family. They were nice people, almost too perfect to be true. It was nice watching them. And there was nothing wrong with a free meal once in a while. 'I eat,' was the only answer he got. I wouldn't say 'enough', because everyone had their own description of "enough".

I knew what he was going to say before he even said it. 'Why don't you come and eat with us tonight? My wife and children wouldn't mind.'

And I knew they wouldn't, but that wasn't the point here. I smiled politely, thinking about home, the house, empty and dark. That was my safe place. Not the Yagami-household. But still, even loners got lonely sometimes. And, as I said, there was nothing wrong with a free meal. Especially when it was a free meal made my Sachiko Yagami. 'Sure.'

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End of chapter 1, hope you enjoyed it ;D