An Alias (Death note-L fan-fiction)

1) It starts with an Alias

AN// Ok so this is un-edited at the moment but I'm to lazy and will do it later. anyway i dont own Death note or any death note characters (namely L) or plot line i do however own my characters and my story line. let me know what you think enjoy~

~An invisible red thread connects those who are destined to meet, regardless of time, place, or circumstance. The thread may stretch or tangle, but will never break."

Ashleigh put down the tray a tired sigh escaping her lips. It had been a week since she moved to London and three days since she began working at Penny's Patisserie. She enjoyed it at the quaint, little café and had nestled in nicely and it was a real convenience having to only walk two blocks to work. But after the hustle and bustle of a busy Sunday afternoon she gladly welcomed the calm and quiet.

She looked around the well decorated room. Her eyes stopping at the booth in the back corner where a boy sat she hadn't seen him come in, and wondered how long he'd been there. He sat facing away from her, but from here she could see his black hair was messy and unkempt and that he wore a white long sleeved shirt and loose blue jeans with, surprisingly, No shoes on.

Not only that but he sat in a peculiar position crouching with his feet on the seat and his knees up by his chest as he hunched over looking at an array of paper and documents sprawled out in front of him a laptop open nearby at the ready. Odd seemed to be the only word to describe him.

"Hey Molly" she called gaining the attention of the girl on the opposite side of the counter "what's with the boy in the corner?" she ask nodding in his direction. Molly was a few years older than Ashleigh with shiny blond hair falling to her shoulders, blue eyes and a frilly white apron wrapped about her petite waist she was pretty and a strong cheery aura hung about her. She was quick to adopt Ashleigh as her new friend.

Molly followed her gaze towards the boy, recognition and understanding flashed through her eyes before she spoke. "He's a regular, always sits like that working on something or another, but we don't mind because he always orders a lot of cake" she paused for a moment before grinning "plus he's pretty cute" she gave Ashleigh a wink. Ashleigh continued to eye the boy she couldn't see his face so she would just have to take the blond girls word for it.

"Here" Ashleigh snapped her eyes from the boy and looked back to the blond girl, who now held out a plate with a delicate looking cake coated with fluffy cream and a bright red strawberry sitting on the top. There was no doubt about it, this small café hidden away in one of the many branches of streets had the most delicious cakes in all of England, and perhaps the world.

"I was about to take this over to him but you can do it if you want. Then you can go on you break" the blond girl smiled cheerfully.

"I don't really need a break" she answered reaching out taking the plate careful not to damage the cake. Despite the busy day she didn't feel the need to have a break, she enjoyed working at the small café the fresh smell of sweets and tea filled the air giving it warm homely feel. Although she hadn't been in this country long working here was something she treasured she wanted to stay as long as she could. And there was something satisfying about pushing through the hours.

"Don't be silly you have been working nonstop all day!" Molly exclaimed snapping Ashleigh from her wistful thoughts and nearly causing her to drop the cake she was trying so hard to preserve "You'll work yourself to death, your taking a break weather you want one or not" the girl demanded holding up a stern finger and placing her hand on her hip. It was an action not to be argued with.

"Here you can even have a cake as well" the girl quickly brought out a second cake identical to the first one placing it effortlessly on a plate holding it out for Ashleigh. A smile lifted to her lips as she took the plate carful to keep the cake evenly balanced. Ashleigh couldn't help but feel thankful having made Molly as a friend so quickly.