It's "fan-brought-into-the-Death-Note-world" fanfic! Recently I've had a bit of an obsession with these babies. Considering the utter lack of romance in Death Note, what fangirl wouldn't want to be L's love interest?

After reading so many fanfics of this genre/category, I though I'd give it a shot with my own interpretation.

Please R/R

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Let's just say you were able to enter the world of Death Note. Of Light, Ryuk, Misa, the Kira Investigation Team. The world of L. Forget about the how. Forget about the technicalities, the complications, the "logical explanation."

Let's just say you willingly arrived in the Death Note world, you know the language, you know where you are, but most importantly—you know the plotline.

(Let's just not say…that I'm clearly being lazy and refusing the write out an entire explanation for "traveling into the Death Note world," but never mind that, things'll work out some how.)

The National Police Academy. Its towering white exterior grayed by the gloomy weather. Light, delicate snow floating lazily down to the tan, brick sidewalk before instantly disappearing, as if it had never existed. I stared at the sturdy column that stood in front of the building's glass entrance. "National Police Agency and National Public Safety Commission" was inlaid on a large rectangular plaque, centered on said column. I was here in the Death Note world…I knew the story…knew the future…so of course, the next thing to do—find L.

Slowly, I stepped towards the wide-stepped stair ascent towards the doors. I passed swiftly through the automatic sliding entrance and continued my pace to the front desk, where two suit-clad men sat facing opposite sides, typing away at their own respective computers. Bringing my feet to a stop, I glanced a couple times back and forth between the two men. My fingers tugged at my shirt, straightening it, then locked together behind my back as my arms shifted.

"Excuse me."

The two men looked up.

"Uh, hi," I waved half-heartedly.

They got up from the chairs and stepped up to the front of their reception area. The man on the left, with short hair and straight-cut bangs that covered half his forehead, flattened out his olive suit and asked, "Are you lost, miss?" in one of those "talking-to-a-child-sweetly" voices—I know he meant well, but honestly, come on, I didn't even look like a child.

"Uh…no, not really…" I gave a weak smile, "I was actually wondering if I could talk to someone from the Kira Investigation." Of course I knew they weren't in this building, they were in some hotel. But L did tell the team to always have a task member in the building, just in case an informant dropped by, or, in this case, me.

"The Kira Investigation?" Next to the olive suited man, a significantly taller man with a noticeably large nose questioned me with a minutely disbelieving tone.

"Yes. The Kira Investigation, " I stressed, "I would like to talk to a member of the team, if you don't mind."

A quick look was shared between the two receptionists, both obviously unsure as to what to do. "Well…I suppose we can try calling, " said the taller one. He dialed a number and held the phone up to his ear. A few moments later, he spoke, "Hello? This is Hayami speaking, I, uh, " he stuttered momentarily, " I have a girl claiming to possess knowledge on the Kira case."

After what was presumably a quick reply and some instructions, the now identified Hayami handed me the phone. Bringing it to my ear, I hoped to hear L's voice.

"Hello?" The voice on the other end questioned.

Not enough monotone…it wasn't L. Didn't sound like Matsuda or the Chief. Maybe it was Aizawa…Mogi? Or maybe Ukita…if he was still alive. Slightly disappointed, I answered, "Yes?"

"I'm told you have information on the Kira case?"

"Yup." A simple answer.

"And what kind of information would that be?"

Whichever task force member this was…I didn't like the skeptical tone he was using on me.

A small pout hanging on the corner of my mouth, I replied, "Information that I would like to explain directly to the leader of this investigation, " meaning, of course, L. There was a longer-than-normal silence as I waited for a response.

"I'm the leader," I heard a most familiar monotone say.

I couldn't help but smile in excitement. I was talking to L. The L! I wanted so badly to simply spill everything I knew about the plotline, but I knew that would be stupid, especially considering my current location. Hastily, I cleared my throat and, casting aside the two receptionists' odd looks, answered into the phone, "Name's Jenny." Being careful to take the necessary precautions to survive in this Death Note world, it was, of course, a fake name.

"And…how may I help you, Jenny-san," he seemed to state rather than ask.

"Like I said, I have information on the Kira case." Granted, my motives weren't exactly usual, but it wasn't lying, I really did have information of the case—very, very valuable information. "I know I currently seem very suspicious, " I continued talking, " but I'm pretty darn sure you need as much information as you can get your hands on."

"That is true," was the indifferent reply I received. "I suppose we shall hear you out then."

Good. Now I was getting somewhere. "So," I began, "how's this going to work? I doubt telling you everything over the phone is safe…" I wanted to meet with L as soon as possible, but I knew he wouldn't so casually reveal himself to what he identified as a mere, potentially unreliable informant.

"That is also true, " the monotone spoke again, "I will send an investigator over to the Police Academy. Please meet with him and tell him the details. Is that satisfactory, Jenny-san?" His language, though formal, reflected his brilliant, mysterious, yet somewhat exaggerated—or even pretentious—personality.

I was a bit upset that'd I'd have to find some way to convince this investigator to take me to L…but I'd work it out somehow. "Yes, that sounds fine."

"Then, it was nice talking to you, Jenny-san, "he said with that low, airy voice.

"Likewise," I responded, bidding him goodbye; though of course, I planned on talking with him again in the near, near future. Afterwards, I found a seat on a metal bench by the large glass window panels lining the entrance walls, patiently awaiting this investigator's arrival. Which man would L send, I wondered. Probably one of the serious ones, like Aizawa. That would be okay and all…but he was a bit too glum for me. As I continued my ponderings, I wondered if Light had joined the team yet—just where in the plotline was I (time-wise)? What if L sent Light? That would be a depressing twist of fate, but with the fellow-investigator façade they put up, it was no doubt definitely a possibility. I prayed it wouldn't be Light, of all people, but I had a gut feeling it would be…life is, after all, a cruel jokester. Sighing heavily, I tried to mentally imagine what a meeting between us would be like. He'd have no reason to suspect me…but I'd have every reason to be immensely wary with him. How could I find a way to meet L without making Light suspicious…?

Thank God I'd thought about that.

No less than twenty minutes later, a tall, slender, brown-haired man passed through the Academy doors. Sighing inwardly, I cursed my luck; I knew it was going to Light. I mentally steeled myself, constantly reminding my nerves to calm their butts down. He knew nothing about me, I knew everything about him. He absolutely, positively mustn't discover the fact that I know his secrets.

"Are you Jenny-san?" An apparently kind voice met my ears.

Trying not to visibly flinch, I faked a smile, "Yes, that's me."

"Nice to meet you, I'm Light, " from the Kira Investigation Team."

Albeit reluctantly, I accepted his handshake and replied in pleasant-sounding tone, "Pleasure's mine." Forcing my manners out, I looked up to his eyes while speaking, in an attempt to act as unsuspicious as possible.

I cursed the fake innocence in his eyes.

Tell me what you guys think?

As a head's up, I don't plan on making this a sort of fluff-centric fanfic, so the romance might be a bit slow...sorry.

Thanks for reading~