Well this is my first time writting a Death Note fan fic but i hope you all enjoy it!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters or original concepts of Death Note. I really wish I did though!! :P

'Is any other forms of communication! eg writting, text's etc'

Light looked around the crowded coffee shop. The summer rain had drawn the crowds in and there was hardly a spare seat in the place. He looked around holding his black coffee to in such a way as to keep it from spilling as he was tossed to and fro by the people pressing around him. Their coats wet from the torrents of rain out side.

Light always came to the 'Corner Coffee House' after one of his 'visits'. Light was normally so frustrated by the end of the session that he needed the caffeine just to stay sane. Normally Light would sit in the back corner table and write a report, purely for himself, about how he thought the session had gone. Today, however, his table was already occupied.

As Light approached it he took in the appearance of the person sat in the chair. He had black unruly hair that stuck up in all directions. His back, facing Light, was thin and was bent over the knees that were pulled up so that the man was sitting in a foetal crouch. He held sheets of paper in his hand with just his thumb and forefinger and others were scattered over the table.

Light understood why the chair opposite the man was empty. He gave off such a strong air of oddness that it was un-nerving. But god dammit Light wanted to sit at his table and no one was going to stop him.

Light walked up to the table, noticing that the man had ordered a coffee that looked like sugar sludge and a large piece of strawberry cake. He placed his mug on the other side of the table making the man look up from his work in confusion. The look intensified as Light drew out his notebook and wrote in it. May I sit here? He then passed it over to the man who quickly scanned the note then looked closely at Light.

The black pit eyes that Light had not seen from the back stared into him as though seeing down into his soul and Light repressed a shudder. The man had deathly pale skin, passed that of a Caucasian, which gave the impression that he spent most of his life in doors. There were dark bags under the mans eyes that hinted at a bad sleeping habit or possibly the man was an insomniac. The over all effect, though un-nerving, was mysterious and un-conventionally beautiful.

The man finally nodded gesturing to the seat across from him. Light bowed in show of gratitude, taking the notebook back from the stranger and seating him self in his seat. After placing his wet coat to hang over the back of the chair, flicking his wet hair out of his eyes. Light took out another notebook and started writing in it about the last session of therapy that he had had just minutes before left.

It had been a particularly harrowing day. This new therapist had insisted on not letting Light use sign language or pen and paper to communicate theorising that if Light felt that he had to talk then he would.

It was a complete disaster.

Light had refused to talk to her or even try to. He knew what was wrong with him and when he would start talking again. Light had his masters in psychology after all and he didn't need some jumped up professional telling him how and when to do it. Had the woman not heard of trauma?

Light looked down at the notes he had been writing and noticed that his agitation was showing in the scruffy handwriting and the disjointed sentences that the two pages were made up off.

Light jumped. His phone had just started ringing and vibrating indicating that he had a text. He took it out and read what was written on it. It was from his mother.

Light,

I hope the session went well with the new therapist. Remember that you're meeting your father at 11:00.

Love Kaa-san.

Light sighed. His mother was always like this wanting to know that he was getting better. It was she who insisted that they get all the best therapists they could find to work with Light and each time he came home still un-able to talk her face would drop.

Okaa-san,

The session went like all the others unusually do. Don't worry I've not forgotten and I'll ask dad if he'll be home for tea tonight.

Light.

Light sent the text the glanced at his watch. It was 10:30. He had enough time to walk to the central office and still arrive 5 minutes early. He quickly downed the rest of his coffee then ripped out a fragment of his notebook writing something on it then leaving the table after grabbing his coat. The piece of paper left there for the man sitting across from him.

thisisalinereallyitisalineiknowitlookslikelettersbutthisisaline

L had watched the boy from the corner of his eye as he wrote in a different note pad from the one that he seemingly used for conversations with others. He was letting his hand wander over the page his face distant, as though analysing something of great importance.

The boy was very attractive; L noted that many of the women in the building were looking at him with that predatory interest within their eyes. He had auburn hair that fell gracefully into his eyes, the locks silky and straight. His skin was the typical hue of a Japanese orientated person and had no blemishes. The eyes, when they caught the light were like honey and they glimmered.

The boy stopped writing to look over what he had written and seemed surprised at what he found there. The frown marring his face however was soon replaced with surprise as his phone went off, indicating that he had a text message.

As L stored this all in to his vast brain he barely registered the boy leaving but did notice that he lest a scrap of paper on the table with neat writing upon it. L picked it up gingerly with his right thumb and forefinger. Thank you for letting me take up half of your table.

L placed the paper into one of his pockets assessing what he had learned about this strange boy. He could not speak however he could hear so he was not deaf. That left L to conclude that he was mute with a 89% chance that it was through trauma, 10% chance of it being caused by illness and a 1% chance of it from an accident.

He turned back to his papers on the police officers that he would be working with and their family background. He had already had Watari do a full background check on each person but knew that personal information could be of great use.

He came across the sheet for Yagami Soichiro, the officer in charge. There had been a request put through that his son be aloud to help with the case as an induction to the police force. L was reluctant to do so but had to admit that Yagami Light's reliability had already been accounted for. The boy had helped on four other cases, two while in high school and two when in collage. Not only that but the boy was a genius. Close to that of L's status. Yagami, Light had taken two majors, criminology and psychology. His minor had been literature. L admitted that he was impressed for a 19 year old to have gotten this far in such a short space of time.

His phone rang. "Yes?" he answered in his usual monotone voice.

"It is time. The car is waiting out side with your laptop." Watari's calm voice filtered through the speaker on the phone.

"Thank you. I shall be there presently."

With that L hung up grabbed his papers and headed out into the rain and the safety of his car.

There was just one thing that he had over looked. At the bottom of the page it stated that Yagami, Light was mute by cause of trauma.

Well there we have it my first chapter!!

There will be more soon i promise and it looks to be quite long.........i already have 8,000+ words!!

Well see you next time :3

Arisu-chama