Pairing:L/Raito

Warnings:slight AU, yaoi, possible OOC, possible spoilers, violence, character death.

Disclaimers:I do not own Death Note, nor do I own the idea for this story. -thanks Nilahxapiel profusely-

Rating: T

A/N:Three more chapters left. I think. I'm pretty sure it's just three. There's only so long I can drag it out before it gets to be redundant. Yes, I feel that stopping it at ten will be fine. Plus my OCD won't allow me to stop on an odd number. I'll freak and rewrite everything. So yes, ten is fine. And beware a twist in the plot! :le gasp:

Oh. My. Jeezus. I AM NOT DEAD! I've went to France for a week, took over doubleshifts at work, and did some serious updating on my profile. I have close to fifteen or so projects, and I'm in the midst of getting my G.E.D. so updates will be...slower than this. I know, go ahead and slap me around. I totally deserve it. Trust me, I've written, and rewritten this damned chapter so many times, I've been tempted to delete the entire story and start over. But I won't, because I'll be raped with a fork.

-Buried Future-

Raito snarled as he paced the length of his room for the tenth time.

"I may cry, he says! I'm the one who cried, you jerk!"

His amber eyes were dark with mirth and complete loathing. Why was that guy so...unreasonable!? Again Raito growled as he sat down roughly in his desk chair, his head landing with a light thump on the desk. Yet... L was completely right. He still had feelings for the older man. But could he take being isolated with him in a tiny, unbarably quiet village. Shimane, to be precise. It was, after all, where the string of murders begun.

In two days they would be taking the commercial train from Tokyo. But before that he would have to go visit Amane to hopefully pull an answer from her lips as to how it was she killed. L had, apparently, been unsuccessful many times over. Raito let out a long sigh as he shifted through all of his old papers and storage containers. His computer was a bit lagged because of its' outdate, but still held all of his files. 'That's right, Mello said I had contact with Amane. Maybe...'

Quickly, the young man booted up the computer and waited patiently for the monitor to load. Once done, he shifted through the various files, went through the history(only to find it empty due to his methodical conscience), and finally found a small zip file labeled, "Note Blue."

Misa-Misa:It was great meeting another notebook holder, Raito-kun.
Kira:Yes, same here. But with the way the NPA and L are working, they'll soon find out you're the murderer.
Kira: You need to tone it down some, and find a place to hide the notebook.
Misa-Misa: Yeah, you told me that already. But where?
Kira:The best place would be an abandoned building, or an area accessible only by you and myself.
Kira: Any ideas?
Misa-Misa: You said there was an old school near your place right?
Misa-Misa: We could go there and check it out.
Misa-Misa: If you want to, that is. :heart:
Kira: It sounds good. We'll meet up in three days at the train station and go from there.

Raito looked bewildered as he continued through all of the chat logs. All of them referred to a notebook, but why would some thing like that be so serious that they had to hide it? The young man sighed as he rubbed at his temples with care. There was a familiarity though...but every thing was so fuzzy.

'Maybe...The notebook? No no, it's probably just a diary or something. It couldn't...'

Raito stared at the log, his eyes searching for a truth he wouldn't find. She mentioned that he had a notebook too, but he would remember it--this, if he had one.

Kira: You hid it, right? I'm going to the Task Force today to see if they've found a probable suspect yet. Call me around three, alright?

Misa-Misa:Of course! I'll never miss the chance to call you! Oh, if someone's near--

Misa-Misa: should I say I hid it somewhere else?

Kira: Yeah, that would probably be best. But be careful, because both of our lives are on the line.

The notebook was dangerous, and hidden at the old school building? The young man bent down to the bottom drawer and pulled it open to find his old cellphone. He recorded any conversations he had, as well as saved any voice-mail, so maybe it could help? Silently, the man listened to the coded conversations; Misa asking him out on dates, making meetings with Takada and Mikami, Misa saying she hid the notebook at Yotsuba Corp.

"But I thought," Raito glanced over at the computer screen. The old school, or Yotsuba? The young man weighed it out, and decided after close to twenty minutes of deep thought. He almost raced down the stairs, grabbing his jacket and a spare house key before leaving. His strides were long and trained, his ears filled with the sounds of a busy day.

Children were running to school, teens staggering about as a attempt to skip school, adults hurrying to their jobs. It felt as though nothing had truly changed. But, some of the shops he once knew were gone, closed down for the cheaper shops. Raito grimaced as he turned left, right, right, left, up the hill.

There stood the rubble of the old school; long greens running up the concrete walls, wild flowers poking between the cracks in the linoleum lined flooring. Now that he was here, where was it?

-TBC-

I know already! It's too short! This is all I could concentrate on at the moment. Think of it as...dundundun! A cliffhanger that I will use to torture you until I get back into the mood of writing. I got flamed the other day. "UPDATE OR DYE BITTC LOL" was pretty much the fundamentals of the review.

Jeezus I work day and night. I seriously do not need a kid ordering me on what to do with my story. So, if you can refrain, DO NOT REVIEW SAYING UPDATE. Thunks. Also, if there is one more review that says, "I'm confused" and that's all, I'll be seriously tempted to delete this story and rework it to make it so simplistic that it won't be categorized as Mystery. Tell me what is so confusing, and I'll send you a lengthy reply that will point out and help you understand.

Here's to being a lazy bully. :cheers: