Ok, this will be both my first fanfiction with this account, and my first DN fanfic. This takes place somewhere in New York, at a university. So, with the help of my co-writer (who is of the avian persuasion) I hope to write a good story. Ok, enough rambling! On with the fic!

L's curiously dark eyes squinted, trying to get used to the darkness of the campus's library after the glaring sun outside. The building was sprawling. It had tall, arched ceilings, a second floor, and little balconies you could get to to read in if you wanted. It seemed to go on forever, filled with twisting hallways and corridors filled to the brim with books. L loved this place. It was the whole reason he had revealed his identity to the dean to be allowed to live at the university. This place was his sanctuary and his workplace, all in one.

The only drawback was the fact that he had to deal with the students. He didn't interact well with people. It wasn't his strong point. He carefully navigated around the students, trying not to make any gestures which might get them to approach him. Not usually a problem. His eclectic and eccentric appearance repelled people nicely.

He made his way to the balcony that was his. He had laid a claim on this spot. It was nicely out of the way – no one would bother him. Pulling out his laptop, he stretched his long fingers and started rapidly typing what he knew would become a bestseller.

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Light sprinted into the library and paused, taken aback by the immense size of the structure, before running for the stairs and galloping up to the second floor. Behind him, a herd of girls was following him. He'd already turned them down, why couldn't they give up!? Especially that Misa. She was insufferable!

He spun quickly around a corner and ended up in a small balcony. He glanced around and spotted someone typing furiously on a laptop. He ducked quickly under the table and accidentally smashed into the guy's legs. He made a little noise.

"Shhh! Please!" Light begged. No response. The sound of girls in high heels clipping away reached his ears.

"Liiight!" The one named Misa whined. She and the rest turned into the balcony. "Light, where are you?" She turned to L. "Have you seen Light?" She questioned.

"Who?" His voice was smooth and believable. The girls all sighed in disappointment. They plodded away slowly.

"Why won't he just let me have his child?" "All I want is a one-night stand!" "He's soooooo mean!" The remarks kept coming. Light sighed quietly and waited a few seconds, then popped out from under the table.

He turned to thank his unlikely co-conspirator and paused. His appearance was startling. He was so thin! His black hair was wild and unruly, and his eyes were a deep onyx. He wore a simple baggy white shirt and jeans. His face was a carefully painted mask, as good as the one he himself usually wore. Interesting.

"Thanks for not saying anything....actually, what is your name?"

"You can call me Ryuuzaki. And don't thank me, because I didn't do it for free. I want something in return."

Ok, this chapter was really kinda short, but it was actually just a test to see if you think I should keep going with this. Please tell me what you think, and if I should continue. I'll probably continue at least one more chapter either way, but you should still tell me what you think. Constructive criticism is appreciated. This IS intended to become a rated M story, if I get up the nerve to write the scene. If not, it'll just drop down to T, I guess. Oh yeah, random question. What's you favorite flavor of pocky? Out of all the kinds I've tried so far, almond crush is my favorite. My avian co-writer enjoys the bit of stick at the end that is plain. No flavors for him! It would be bad bad bad for him!