Before the Kira Case~

It was a rare occasion indeed when L would venture outside. L felt that today was an especially good day for one such as himself to go out on the town. He stepped outside and felt the spring air envelope his being. Then L began to walk.

Heading toward an especially tasty cake shop, L encountered a black notebook. What might this be? Thought he as he chewed his thumbnail. L picked up the book.

Death Note? How silly sounding. He flipped open the book. What a sick joke. Nun the less, I must burn this, just to be safe.

"Giggle Giggle!" laughed a shaky voice.

"Hello?" L spoke.

"You found my book! What cha` gonna do?" giggled the voice again, sounding a bit feminine.

"Burn it. If there is even a five percent chance this is legitimate, it would be a horrid thing if it got in the wrong hands."

"But that's no fun!"

"To bad." L continued toward the cake shop. He bought himself a tasty caramel cake with a strawberry on top, and left for his apartment.

Once inside, L sat down with the notebook. He lit a match, ready to set the book aflame.

"Wait! Please~ I'll make u a deal!" cried the feminine voice.

""Where are you? How did u get in!" shouted L.

"I followed you, silly," said the voice playfully. From the carpeting emerged a rather awful looking creature with white wings and a shadowy black body. Its eyes were completely red.

"What…are you?" L said, in a surprisingly non-shaken voice.

"I'm a shinigami. I'm hear to get my book back," said the shinigami, "And my name is Konoha."

"Oh so?"

"Yes. All you have to do is renounce your ownership, and it will be like I never even dropped it." L looked at the book and thought carefully.

"Look kid, this book is my life line," Konoha moaned.

"Have it. I have no need for it," L said. Konoha took the book from L's hands, and L wondered why he had lit a match.