A/N: Yeeeaah…so…this idea just refused to leave me alone and I had to do it. For those of you who are waiting on the next update to Arachnophobia, I'm really sorry! The next few chapters are getting fine-tuned, and this idea began to nag me a bit. So I'll be taking on a few other projects to keep myself busy during school, some fan fiction, some not. This is one of them, so enjoy!

I will update this little drabble series randomly. It's all about how kind (or cruel) my muse is feeling. The genre will vary from chapter to chapter, some may have romance, and some might not.

First Crossover: InY/Death Note

Pair: Kagome & L

Genre: Friendship/Hurt/Comfort

Rating: M

Disclaimer: I own a katana that I am madly in love with…but none of the rights to this awesome anime/manga.

Warning: Some spoilers

"I don't want it to be him."

"I know. He's your friend." A wry smile touched her lips as Kagome tugged her legs to her chest, and set her chin atop her bent knees. "I can see it. The way you talk about him…you don't speak with hatred or disgust."

"Impassivity implies friendship?"

"You don't want it to be him…would you say that about any other criminal?"

He turned to look at her and hummed thoughtfully. Generally, he was the best of the best in terms of analyzing a person's character, but she was such a paradox that every time he answered one question regarding her, it left at least ten more in it's place. When he'd first met her, he had contemplated the chances that she was the second Kira. The way she had stared so hard at one Yagami, Light had not been lost on either of them.

So he had looked her up and begun his visits to her little shrine. His first time there had been uneventful, but no less meaningful. He hadn't spoken to her that day, nor had she said a word to him. They had exchanged glances, looked one another in the eye, and gone their separate ways. No words had been spoken, but much had been said. He had returned promptly the next morning. Ryuuzaki had never been a superstitious man. He had never believed in demons, or spirits, or karma. He was a practical man. He was a logical man. Superstitions like that didn't fit in with such a mindset. At least, it hadn't until the Kira case had come about.

When one eliminated the impossible, whatever remained, however improbable, must be the truth.

"What do you know of the Kira case?"

"Kira- oh! You mean that self-important idiot on the news who's killing criminals?"

The look on her face had been almost comical and vaguely insulting. She had looked exasperated and bored, all at the same time.

"What do you think of it then?"

"I can understand…how he thinks he's being 'noble' or something like that…but…"

She had stopped then, and hadn't spoken further on it that day. He had pressed her, albeit subtly, to tell him what she meant to say, but she only grinned and told him it didn't matter. She was just a shrine maiden, a priestess whose duty was to the people, to her shrine, to the gods. When they found the notebook and came to learn of the creature, the Shinigami, he returned to her counsel again.

"What do you know of the kami?"

She had offered him a bland expression and a derisive snort. If he'd had the capacity for it, he might have laughed at her.

"Aren't you supposed to be a genius or something? I'm a miko. What do you think I know about the kami?"

For one of the first times in all his life, he'd had nothing to say. After that, he returned to her, week after week, convinced that he did so only to seek her expertise as a shrine maiden. He was being resourceful; that was all.

"Why do you think he does it, Higurashi-san?"

"Please… just call me 'Kagome'."

"Kagome-san…"

" Because he's human…and he was given power."

"You mean to say it is out of a lust for power?"

"Lust, greed…does it matter? The taste of power begets the desire for more…and absolute power corrupts absolutely."

He hadn't missed the way her gaze drifted to the old well house on the edge of the courtyard that day, but he had been merciful enough not to question it then. He hadn't missed the expression of pain that she had attempted to hide from him. He was L, the world's greatest detective; he didn't miss anything.

"Wouldn't you take the chance to rule the world?"

"Oh please… it would get boring in a week."

"And to be a god?"

"So ruling the world suddenly makes a human a god? Kwannon-sama help us all if that's true."

So as he sat there beneath the Goshinboku with her, it had been a good few months –almost five- since his first visit to the shrine, and Ryuuzaki was still no closer to figuring out why he continued to return. It became his excuse to say that it was due to the strange circumstances of the Kira case, that he was doing research, but he knew it wasn't true. Such a detail was only the reason he had initially stepped foot on the shrine grounds. He was certain only in his suspicions of Kira's identity, and that the end of their game was near.

"It doesn't change what needs to be done." He spoke suddenly, without provocation, but she was smart enough to understand what he'd meant. She had always been smart. She looked at him strangely, though he knew her expressions well enough to know that she did not truly see him in that instant. She was looking right through him, seeing something that was beyond his capability.

He never did quite figure her out, and that was what kept him coming back.

A/N: If any of you can find the little reference I hid in this first installment you earn +10 respect points. If you can tell me what it's from, I will adore you.

Love you guys! See you in the next one!

-CherryBlossomLove