Hey people, I'm gonna be uber unorthodox and not follow the damn plot. I've read waaay too many these days. Any how, my brain hurts trying to think of a worthy plot line that could replace the anime one. (the anime one was just so damn good) but I'm gonna try anyway. Since my two fav. characters are gonna be all nice and isolated, please please PLEASE forgive the lack of dialogue? I didn't think it would be good to make them talk to themselves. :(

Summary: She had expected to fight Kira and be done with it. Too bad. It's never that simple when dealing with an impulsive genius. She's in a bit too deep now to possibly get away now. LxNaomi

So yadadayada.

Disclaimer: I most unfortunately do NOT own any of these characters. (really, do you think an author would write FANfiction?) the only thing I could even slightly take a claim to is whatever plot twists I thought would be cool. Naomi can't die, she's too cool.

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Unintentional by: iCream

Chapter One: Prologue

Raye's dead.

Naomi curled into herself, disbelief drowning out the other emotions.

Dead.

Strangely, she had the urge to laugh hysterically.

She took some breaths to calm herself, slightly panicked at her own reaction. Was she losing it too? Like all the other criminals out there. Mentally insane?

She quickly exhaled. No. She was stronger than that. She had the capability to think through this calmly.

Her mind cleared slightly, and little by little, the disbelief ebbed away into curiosity- which wasn't much better. She idly wondered when the typical reaction of sorrow and anger would arise. Apparently not for a while.

Her heart wasn't conflicted. Not the way she expected it to. She had expected to feel heart-wrenching pangs and the creep of despair. Instead, she felt bitterly liberated.

Reviewing through her emotions with as much detachment as possible, she considered.

She loved Raye. As much as her mind and heart was in conflict with it, Naomi was sure that she loved Raye. He was sweet, always putting her in front of himself, treating her with delicacy and care. He was thoughtful. He was kind.

Really, there wasn't anything about him that she shouldn't like.

He always did try to curb her rebellious streak though. Raye was the epitome of the perfect FBI agent. Cautious. Meticulous. Rule-Following. Hardly the exciting vigilante.

Even when solving cases, the work was done like a damn formula. Where all the steps were laid out, and where the only thing left to complete was the grunt work.

FBI work was supposed to be difficult- supposed to stress critical thinking and deductive reasoning. It wasn't supposed to be like the routine work a secretary had to work through. It was supposed to be exciting. Challenging.

Not for Raye.

As soon as they had been dating, he took her out to a fancy dinner. With candles and romantic scents and rose petals, everything, and told her that she should recline into a safer lifestyle. He would provide for them both.

Naomi allowed herself a cynical, ironic smirk. Really, Raye?

As if.

-flashback-

The room was quiet except for the soft classical music that was barely noticeable over the clink of forks and knives. It was comfortably warm and a sophisticated air hung over the scene. Over the luminous glow of a small flare resting atop a creamy lavender candle, Raye smiled down at her.

That's right-Naomi realized how he always seemed to be looking down at her. Not quite condescending, and not patronizing either. His eyes were very amiable, after all.

It was the way someone would glance down at an adorable puppy and marvel over how cute it was. There would be affection and love, yet never the thought of equality would cross one's mind.

But Naomi didn't mind. Not at that time. She was still wondrous that someone would treat her and love her this way. She was pleased with the notion of love and was naïve, and naivety made the world seem all fine and dandy. All sunshine and buttercups.

She had been loved, and that had seemed so magical and important.

Her dream, her thirst for thrill and adrenaline would have to take a backseat.

"Misora." Raye's sensual voice had gently eased her from her thoughts. He leaned in closer to her, his warm, sticky, nearly suffocating breath coasting along her jaw and round her ear. "I'm worried about you."

She raised an eyebrow, fighting off the tingles his proximity made her feel.

"That last case you took. That damned BB Murder Case. That was too close, Misora. You ought to stay home-"

Naomi cut him off. "Oh, Raye. It's fine. It's in the past. Honestly, how many people in the world will be like B?"

Naomi didn't like to remember B-Remember the way he had so skillfully manipulated her until she finally saw truth.

Until L had defeated B completely.

"But honey… You should be home, safe, away from all this… madness. Raise any children-"

"Children, Raye?"

He smirked down at her, reaching into the folds of his tux to present her a small, velvet box. "Naomi Misora, will you marry me?"

And because she was young, happy, and incredibly ignorant, she said yes.

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Naomi almost snorted.

The novelty of love had worn off. Slowly though.

Raye had slowly chipped away at her image of romance.

He had always been the dominant one. Naomi being the younger, much less experienced one. He fed her ideas of staying home, building up a fantasy of little children within the confines of a white picket fence and laughing walls.

She had hated the thought at first, vehemently disliking the thought of being so domestic. Of course, Raye persuaded her before long, reminding her constantly of her place as a woman.

He began to consistently nag, asking her when she would resign her spot as FBI agent.

It wasn't long before she did, and let him dictate all the decisions an engaged couple should have made together.

Despite this, despite the loss of her highly successful career, she couldn't hate him.

Her mind was still in the past; still relishing the idea that someone loved her. The emotional shackles were too strong.

As much as her mind hated Raye, her heart couldn't break free.

Even in Death, Raye seemed to follow her, whispering to her sweet nothings and a promise to haunt if she deviated.

Her heart would not forget him even though her mind begged to.

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Naomi sighed, wondering again at her shifting feelings. She was currently sitting upright on the hotel bed that she and Raye had rented, her fingers slowly prodding her temples.

I'm such a mess.

Naomi growled, displeased at her state of confusion, hating the way she had become so dependent on Raye.

She was so lost.

What was she to do now? She had felt fleetingly liberated before, but now, she wasn't so sure. What good was it to be free, but have no purpose?

Purpose.

Her eyes narrowed. She rose to her feet. Detective work had been her passion. Now that Raye was gone, there was hardly a point to deny herself it. Besides, she mused as she pulled out pen and paper, might as well track down her boyfriend's killer.

Kira. You're going down.

Naomi allowed herself a relieved smile at the less-than-cheery thought. She was back on track. She could find herself a way to leave her past behind her and push onwards.

She was strong. She is strong. She'll make it through this mess.

Between Beyond Birthday and Raye Penber, no other man had impacted her life so blaringly.

Besides maybe L, she thought wryly as she began to dictate a letter to the World's Best Detective.

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L slowly sliced his strawberry shortcake, his appearance seemingly fascinated with the way the icing split apart to reveal the sugary layers inside. His mind, however, was whirling away at the new evidence that came in the form of a suspiciously innocent white letter.

Hello Lind Lai,

Hi hi hi Lind! It's been so loooong since I last saw you! How are you doing? Omigosh. I got this new boyfriend in whose in the Forensics Bowling Institute but UGH he is just so deathlyill all the time. He fell asleep like… a week ago and is still not waking up! :( ahh well. I probably shouldn't tell you this, but since I trust you from those good ole' LA times, I will. Omigosh. I still remember how you saved me from that Beaten Bear on the road. Oh, that doesn't matter. Back to business… Remember that one person that you're looking for? Oh, whats her name.. Kiomi? Iyami? Rio-Ayame? Whatever. Anyway, about her, remember that old trick she would use to get boyfriends? She'd walk up to them, smiling like they're the last man on earth, then put her hand on his heart and mutter. "you're a sexy beast", watch as they faint from their nosebleed then cart them off somewhere? Well, apparently she's been doing some other stuff also. (you might wanna watch your choice in girls, man)… She can freaking manipulate them like they're a puppet or something right before she approaches them. AND, my god this is the weird part, she once freaking hi-jacked (no, im not saying that word to be funny, I SWEAR it could classify as a hijack), her potential BF's car and drove around collecting guys! Does she have no shame? She oughta go to jail or something. That'll serve her right.

I say be careful with this girl. Seems like a nutcase to me.

With lot of love, Your ole buddy.

P.S. ummm. Is this the right address? I'm so sorry L, if this ends up in someone else's hands.. I know you don't want people knowing you like this freaking insane girl. OKAY, I'll shut up now. Hope to see you later instead of these stupid letters. My hand hurts. :(

P.P.S please please don't tell anyone else that I told you, if only because I feel like such a gossiper. I'm telling you. My friend Rin is gonna kill me if she finds out I told you. And god damn it, your social circle spreads stuff fast.

L smiled at the letter. Thank God for discretion. It was fairly obvious that this message had different meanings altogether. Whoever had sent this letter had clearly known that it was impossible to get a message to L directly. The police office's secretary had opened and read the blank envelope and since no one knew L's name, all the letters that were addressed to a person with a name starting with "L" would obviously be forwarded just in case. There was no telling how many people would read the letter before it reached into L's hands. L reread the message quickly, making sure not to miss anything.

Quickly, the secrets it contained were stripped from the meaningless blabber. Lind Lai was just another way to say L. She had noticed something when a friend of hers died. Forensics Bowling Institute was FBI. Kiomi, Iyami, and Rio-Ayame had stood for Kira. The girl's way of putting her hand on a man's heart was the sign of the typical Kira-induced heart attack."Well, apparently she's been doing some other stuff" Implied…

L licked his fork, so deeply in thought that some other task members couldn't help but notice he'd been licking a totally clean fork for nearly three minutes.

Were they trying to say that Kira could kill through other methods outside of that heart attack? That he could manipulate their very movements? L's eyes moved right on to the next line. A hijack? He remembered… a week earlier, a criminal had been killed by a car and he leapt from the very bus he had hijacked.

L understood.

The hijacker had been killed by Kira as well. L resolved to send someone looking into the hijack more closely. Particularly the people in it. The FBI fact was very interesting. The rest of it wasn't as important, mainly the writer saying sorry for acting like a bimbo and warning him about revealing her name… not that he knew it-

Wait.

"I probably shouldn't tell you this, but since I trust you from those good ole' LA times, I will. I still remember how you saved me from that Beaten Bear on the road."

LA.

Los Angeles.

Beaten Bear? BB.

L's lips turned upward in childish delight.

Naomi Misora.

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Okay, yes that was short. I'm fully aware. I just want to get this out as a prologue to see what kind of feedback it was going to get.

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