So this is my first Death Note fanfic, and I have a lot of groovular ideas for where it will go in the future…besides, who doesn't love L fan fiction?

If I owned Death Note, goodness, what a nightmare that would be. Therefore, I don't. Frown.

Perhaps she needed one more cup of coffee to hold her over.

The previous night had been a hell of a long one, yet Amelia Lasswell could not find it in her to sleep for even one hour. The reason was unknown to her; normally she could sleep a day away without remorse, but that trait had left her when she needed it the most. In fact, she had been switching between sitting on her couch in her underwear and tattered T-shirt, or getting up to either pee or refill her mug for countless hours until well into the afternoon. Besides this, she had spent the uneventful time alone flipping through encyclopedias for no reason whilst listening to the background noise of the television. She was just…so tired…

The curtains were dismally closed over the apartment windows to aid with her throbbing headache, which she had acquired from both lack of slumber and excessive stress. Amelia knew she her dreaded rent would be due soon, and that she did not have the money necessary to pay. It would be another month to stall the landlord of her apartment in order to find some means of cash. Nevertheless, the migraine had been lingering with her for quite some time now, and she was sure that the coffee would help in time.

Yes, just one more cup would do the trick…perchance, she could even find it in herself to take some sleeping pills and crash for the remainder of the day.

Before she could get to the kitchen to refill her cup, something caught her attention on the television. "We are interrupting the program to bring you a live, globally televised broadcast from Interpol…"

Amelia slowly turned around to look at the television, wiping a few stray auburn hairs from her forehead. She grabbed the remote control and turned up the volume loud enough so that she could hear it from the kitchen. She took her coffee mug in her hand and made her way to get her refill, continuing to listen to the broadcast distractedly.

"I am Lind L. Tailor, more commonly known as L…"

Amelia jerked her head up, feeling her heart twitch in shock. She immediately looked at the television screen and stared at the man claiming to be L, but sulked a moment later. Liar, she thought in disappointment. She would be the only one to know if it were truly L, and the striking, intense man claiming to be him on the news was nothing more than a con.

She would know.

She poured her coffee into her mug and walked back into her dingy living room, sitting down on her futon tiredly. Taking a long sip of the warm liquid, she watched the broadcast with lethargic eyes. Whoever this man was, he was the farthest thing imaginable from L…either that, or he had greatly changed since the last time she saw him…

She thought upon just how long it had been since she left Wammy's House. Seventeen, a week before I turned eighteen, she thought. That was almost five years ago. He left before me…but how long?

Still staring at Lind L. Tailor but blocking out the noise to concentrate, she took herself back to her memories of the orphanage. The only reason she had stayed there so long was for the security of being under a roof with others. L had not been the same. He had been three years her senior and eager to be on his own, thus leaving her without anyone to debate with for some time…

It came to her. I was thirteen when he left. L…I haven't seen you in almost ten years. Surely you haven't changed this much…

She shook her head instinctively, taking another halfhearted sip from her coffee. This was most likely just a prank, a stupid ruse, in order to rile up some angst-ridden viewers…or else she was hearing things.

He was talking about Kira, she knew that even in the midst of all of her pondering. She had been fascinated with the Kira case ever since it had stirred up the public, letting her free to observe everyone's reaction to the killer. Watching others, taking notes, was her own form of entertainment, and this situation that had been going on for awhile was simply perfect for her interest in human behavior. A little too perfect, in fact.

"What you are doing is EVIL!"

Amelia chuckled and shook her head. "Careful, Lindy, you might hurt little Kira's feelings," she muttered. She stood up to get her robe, suddenly aware of how cold she had gotten wearing only panties and a flimsy shirt, and left her mug on the small table in front of the futon.

A guttural, gagging sound emitted from the TV and she stopped in her tracks, her back to the screen. She was almost afraid to turn around to see what the occurrence was, but something in her head told her that it was the work of no one else but Kira. She looked over at the screen timidly and her stomach dropped. Lind L. Tailor was slumped over the news desk in a lifeless heap, his black hair shielding his face. Amelia ran over to the TV and kneeled down directly in front of it, gazing at the screen with wide eyes. So this is how Kira is…the bastard, she thought bitterly.

Overwhelmed with a sudden dizzying sensation, she shakily regained her footing and went to the bathroom. She turned on the sink, leaned over, and splashed cold water on her face to snap out of it, but the image of the dead man on the news had left her trembling. She dried her hands off on her shirt, along with her wet face, and took a couple of deep breaths before going back to the living room.

The news crew had collected the body of Lind L. Tailor, much to Amelia's relief, but a machine-enhanced voice was coming from the TV. She turned the volume up higher and paid close attention, her heart poundig against her ribs.

"…a condemned criminal scheduled to die today, at this hour."

Amelia tried to stop her hands from shaking as she listened with sharp ears to whoever was speaking. I knew he wasn't L…but who is this?"

She grabbed the bottom of her T-shirt and clutched the material in anxiety. Her stress level, as well as her stabbing headache, had increased to an unbearable limit. What was going on?

"But I, L, do in fact exist."

Amelia felt her world close in on her and settle in her throat. Her stomach made a violent lurching motion but she was far too weak to stand up and run to the bathroom. Swallowing hard, she felt her eyes widen so far that they watered and stung, and her mouth gaped open in shock.

She listened in horror as L taunted Kira via broadcast, pleading with him to make a deadly move on his life. With every passing word, Amelia felt her heart pound faster, her palms sweat harder, her head grow heavier. Ten years had gone by without seeing L, her childhood adversary, her component…he had been the only one at Wammy's House that she ever considered a worthy competition for her. If Kira killed him now, she would kill Kira herself…

"L," she whispered, her palms pressed against the TV, "You fucking idiot."

Soooo? What do you think so far? A lot of things are about to go down, such as Amelia and L meeting again (yay!) so I'll update really soon. All these ideas are making my head hurt!

Reviews would make me squeel with glee!