WARNING. This story has insinuations, and if you are upset by them, go remove yourself from society. I suggest jumping off a bridge, but whatever gets the job done will be fine.

As I said, it has insinuations, but not an actual lemon. It's a one-shot I'll post in two parts, because I still need to finish the second part.

Explanation: Alyssa is my OC from FMA that I moved to Death Note using the Gate of Truth. I had a little theory about Homunculi, saying that they don't have only one soul, but to bring the body together, the many souls inside the Philosopher's Stone banded together into one that overruled the original soul. Truth named herself after the gate of Truth, and stuff. She and Alyssa somehow became friends and somehow Truth managed to attach itself to L as well. (Btw, Truth has a female personality. Just to let you know.)

Alyssa has had a crush on L for a while, and L started to like her too after Truth saved his life (don't ask).

Alyssa was Maes Hughes' first born daughter, a fraternal twin with Fred, her brother. Alyssa died and Fred tried to bring her back ten years later, four years after Elyssia was born. Which makes Alyssa Hughes Elyssia Hughes' sister. Ed and Al also got into this world some how. They know about the Kira case.

A few weeks before this shot, they had made sure Light was Kira. But somehow, Light escaped custody and now everyone is kinda pissed off.

AND NAO, THE CRACK. (It is complete crack, by the way. The only reason this wasn't posted in OOC Land was because it's about Death Note.)

Al was 21, Ed 22. Old enough to drink. They were pissed off, and L, after trying and failing to track Kira down for three weeks, was as well. Somehow they convinced him to come to the bar with them.
Alyssa and Elyssia stayed up late, watching a movie. Elyssia fell asleep, and the older sister carried her into her room (now covered with drawings) and put her to bed, before returning downstairs and finishing the movie.
Suddenly Truth was in her mind. 'Oh my God. OH MY GOD!!!' Truth's laughter filled her mind.
'What? What's so funny?' Alyssa asked, filled with a sneaking suspicion.
More laughter.
The door opened, and L stumbled in, nearly falling over.
Alyssa stood up, knowing suddenly what was so funny. She had to keep from laughing herself.
"Hi..." L slurred, regaining his balance. Ed and Al were stumbling upstairs in the backround.
"You're drunk," Alyssa accused.
"I am not!" L contradicted.
"You are."
"I am not," He repeated. "Could a drunk person..." He couldn't think of anything to say.
Alyssa stopped trying not to laugh, making sure the cameras in the corner of the room were catching this moment. This could be used for blackmail later if she needed to.

Alyssa helped him upstairs, to the room he slept in. L fell onto the queen-sized bed, accidentally (or so Alyssa thought) dragging her down with him.
"You're really pretty," He slurred.
Alyssa blushed, not sure what to say. He was drunk, but that was what she had been hoping he would say some time. Even though she knew it would never happen, unless he was drunk. Which he was. Her thoughts ran in cute little circles as she tried to think of something to say.
"Thank you," She finally said.
L seemed to be expecting something as Alyssa sat up. With difficulty, he dragged himself upright.
"...You're kinda... hot...?" Alyssa finally said. When she imagined this, she had thought she would say it without the 'kinda' and a little less like she was creeped out by L.
L smiled. "I really like you."
"..." Alyssa blushed brighter.
"Sometimes I think you don't like me."
"..." Exactly her own thoughts about him. Alyssa wondered if Truth had anything to do with this.
'Nope, just enjoying the show.'
"Do you like me?" L asked.
"...Yes..."
"Why?" L demanded. He was like a child. A drunk child who sat funny and had a crush on her.
"...I have no idea," She said truthfully.
L waited. Oh God, she was about to say this to a drunk person.
"...You're smart, you're cute, you accept me for me, and... Well... Yes..." Alyssa had it out in the open. In retrospect, thank God she was saying this to a drunk person who wouldn't remember it in the morning.
L's smile widened. "I like you because you're smart, funny, beautiful, and you aren't afraid of me."
"Afraid? Why should I be afraid?" Alyssa asked, curious. L was actually coherent while drunk, if a little loose at the mouth.
"Most people hear that I'm L and fear me because I'm supposed to be smart and powerful."
"And you are," Alyssa pointed out. "People get used to that over time."
"Ah, but they don't," he was sounding less drunk every second. "Even after I built this, the other members of the task force feared me because I was strange, and because I knew things they didn't. They were afraid to do anything without my permission, or, if they did, they were afraid of the consequences afterwards. But you weren't."
Alyssa nodded slowly. It made sense, in a blatantly obvious way.
Suddenly her nodding was cut off, by someone pressing against her lips. Someone that tasted of sweets and beer.
L was kissing her. Alyssa was too shocked to do anything but be kissed for several seconds. Truth was silent, for once.
Finally L pulled away, and waited expectantly for something.
But for what? Alyssa knew. She closed the distance between them again.

Win? Fail? More? Please tell me. The second half will be up soon. <3 Cutesey goodness!

1st replier? Really...eh...surprising

^__^ Total FAIL.

Ha. I joke, it's a WIN

YAY!! *huggles Michi*

*hugs* ^__^

*scampers off to finish writing the rest*

Cute.
<3

^_^ *glomps* YAY!!!!!

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Alyssa opened her eyes slowly. Sunlight streamed in through the window, illuminating the world in all it's reality.
She had slept with L. A drunk L that probably wouldn't be pleased that she took advantage of him.
She squeezed her eyes shut.
Oh sh*t.
Oh sh*t, oh sh*t.
Oh sh*t sh*t sh*-
'Stop that, Alyssa.' Truth sounded bored.
'You let me do this!' Alyssa was ready to have a mental shouting match with Truth. She needed to shout at something.
'He really wasn't all that drunk.'
'...What?'
'He only had two beers, just enough to put him off balance. His mind was only slightly effected. He wanted to do this anyway. So calm down.' The short sentences from Truth calmed her down. He wouldn't be angry. Alyssa relaxed, opening her eyes again.
L was sleeping, curled up like a child on the other pillow. His eyes were closed, his mouth open as he breathed quietly.
And... he was naked. Alyssa blushed and looked away. Even though she had slept with him, she wasn't sure she should be seeing that. But she didn't move. The bed was warm, and she felt like being lazy for a few minutes. She drew the blankets up to her chin, watching L sleep.

Ouch. His head banged, unhappy at the alcohol abuse the night before. He didn't open his eyes yet, instead tried to think of what to do next.
Alyssa was nearby, he could hear her breathing. He wasn't sure if she was awake yet.
If she was, she was probably thinking he wouldn't be very happy with her for taking advantage of him last night, even though he really wasn't drunk. He had decided to use his drunkenness as an excuse to risk everything between him and Alyssa to say that he liked her.
Lo and behold, as he had hoped, she liked him back. And proved it. Alyssa had been hesitant at first, which showed that she wasn't sure she wanted to 'take advantage' of a drunk person. She wanted to make sure he actually loved her, that he was not simlpy drunk, which meant that she did in deed love him.
His head hurt, and he squeezed his eyes tighter, as if that would help with the pain.
The back of a cool hand brushed against his forehead. Alyssa was awake then.
He enjoyed the coolness, that beat back the raging headache, for a moment or so, then opened his eyes.
Alyssa recoiled, already blushing. She opened her mouth, doubtless to start apologizing.
"Don't be sorry," He preempted her. "I was hardly drunk, only my motor skills were effected. I assure you I was in a right state of mind last night."
Alyssa's blush deepened. He had to resist the urge to say that she was cute when she blushed.
"So... Um... You really...?"
L thought for a second about what she was probably trying to say. "Yes, I really do love you. I wasn't simply drunk."
"Truth already told me that you weren't really drunk," Alyssa informed him.
L blinked. "Is that so?" He murmered, sitting up, drawing his blanket covered knees to his chest.
Alyssa sat up as well, keeping herself wrapped. L noted her shyness mentally. "I imagine you were afraid that I would be angry."
She simply nodded, watching his face for any sign of emotion: Guilt, anger, or otherwise.
L just stared at her face for several seconds.
Alyssa was the one who looked away, blushing slightly. L could see that if he let things go the way they were going, he would end up going back to the same relationship as before with Alyssa: She was his trusted subordinate, his friend at best.
He did not want that to happen.
Alyssa blushed deeper when she felt L's lips on her cheek. "I meant what I said last night," He whispered.
And those words were true.
"Now, where's the Tylenol?" He asked. "My head is killing me."
Alyssa couldn't help it, she laughed.

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:yesyes: I absoloutely adore this! I also went squee... Except more like "Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" And then I got really hyper, but dun blame meh. this was completely kawaii! Thank you Sensie! Please do more... :bigeyescry:

Epic Win! You are a winner!

*blush blush*

Umm... Well...

*is kinda-embarrassed-but-also-very-very-pleased*

I think... That...

I have no choice but to post the entire story. ^_^ YAY!

I haff a question, though.

Ed, Al, and Elyssia show up later, though mostly for comic relief, angst, and more comic relief. Should this be a crossover then?