Deathnote: What goes around comes around... I hope... (1)

"It wasn't pretty," I mumbled looking down at my hot chocolate.

"Yes, I didn't think it wouldn’t be. What did you expect though?"

I glanced over at the boy with his mass of untidy black hair sitting beside me. I guess his bluntness was one thing that would never change, but it was something I admired about him. I sighed frowning slightly at him.

"Honestly I didn't expect to see someone in worse shape then I was after Will's death," I admitted. "It's not like his death was her fault or anything."

"True, but you have to consider the relationship they had."

"I get that, but I never imagined seeing anyone in that state," My voice grew soft as I remembered how she was when I saw her. There had been no sanity left in her tear-filled blood-shot eyes. I may have been hysterical, but at least I still kept some of my sanity.

"How's your cheek?"

I raised my hand to feel the sore spot on the right side of my face. But that was all it was, no serious damage. Halle had swung at me at one point, and of course my reflexes weren't that great despite her coaching.

I smirked slightly as my hand made its way up to the scar on my forehead hidden behind my wretched bangs, "I've had worse."

"I'm noticing a pattern, though," Lawliet stated as he sipped from his steaming mug.

"Oh really?"

When didn't he notice patterns? Honestly. He could find them in any situation, and often that was a good thing in his line of work.

"Yes," He took another sip. "You seem to bring out the violent side of blondes, considering the past two people who have assaulted you."

"Wedy's blonde, and she hasn't swung at me aside from practice," I paused. "Although she might be willing to take a swing at you."

"And why is that?"

"I'm just going to say you don't need to leave any more marks," I replied with amusement.

He stared calmly over at me then, seeming to calculate the information. I looked back calmly at his big dark eyes, and found myself swimming in their pools of gray. I hated how he kept such a stunning asset hidden behind his untidy hair; it was unfortunate.

"Perhaps I should give her a raise," He bit down on his thumbnail, typical habit for the guy.

I felt my eyebrows raise, "Paying her off not to hit you?"

"No, just paying her off to keep quiet."

I laughed slightly, "Speaking of when blondes attack, how's the psychotic little model doing?"

"Ah, yes, Amane," He chunked a sugar cube into his hot chocolate. Now I loved sweets almost as much as him, but that was going a bit far for me. "Her interview is in two days time. She should be prepared. During that time you will be practicing."

Practicing. Now I had gotten out of it that day, but I didn't think I would be lucky enough to avoid it forever. The thought of Matsuda with a gun made me shudder. There was no way he could even be remotely proficient with a gun; I was worried he'd shoot me on accident at the practice.

"Um, Lawliet, about that," The disapproval was leaking through my voice. "Are you sure you want Matsuda teaching me how to use a gun? Are you sure you even want him near firearms?"

"Evie I would think you of all people would trust my judgment."

"But its Matsuda," I whined. Who could blame me?

"Yes. You're right it is," He said looking up at me. "And Matsuda, despite his idiocy is well skilled with guns. Do you really think I would allow you to practice with someone who doesn't know how to handle a weapon?"

I sighed in frustration. Obviously he was going to win this no matter what; just because I had a slight prejudice against Matsuda didn't mean he had absolutely no hope whatsoever of being decent with a gun. It just meant I had no faith in him; like everyone else who had ever met him.

"Alright, can I ask you something?" I said irritably. It didn't matter what he said, I was going to ask him anyways.

"Of course."

I had been wondering about it for a while but hadn't actually had the guts to ask until then. Now I needed to know.

"Why do I need to know how to use a gun? Really. I'm learning how to defend myself, shouldn’t that be enough?"

"Defense with your hands isn't always enough," He stated.

"So you're expecting me to shoot people if the need be?"

It was silent for a moment as we looked at each other. There was no way I could shoot anyone; not after watching my best friend die. Not after seeing so many deaths. How could he expect that from me? There was only one person I would even consider killing, and that was only under certain circumstances. Lawliet shifted, standing up and coming to sit down on the bed beside where I was. I hadn't watched him come over, in fact then I was staring down at my empty mug; my hands clinched around it's ceramic body.

I felt a hand under my chin before my face was gently pulled to look at his. I didn't know what to say to him then; I didn't even know how to look at him.

"Consider it insurance, Evie."

"In...surance?" I replied, baffled. Insurance. That wasn't the reply I had been expecting, but with him I didn't expect anything anymore. It just was.

"Yes. Insurance," He said softly. "If anything was to happen, it would come in handy. And I can't let anything happen to you."

It scared me to know how much he cared about me. Because I cared about him just as much, if not more. How far was he willing to go to ensure I was safe? How much was I willing to keep from him to keep him alive? The answer was simple: As much as we had to. In that moment I realized one thing; neither one of us knew just how much time we would have together, but both were trying to extend it.

"I love you," I whispered softly as I placed my hand on his cheek. I caught a glimpse of the ring he had given me that constantly remained on my thumb. No matter how simple of gift that had been it was the thing I cherished more than all else. Except him.

"I love you too, my Evie."

I pressed my lips to his own then, wrapping my arms tightly around his neck. I felt his own secure themselves around my torso before we fell back onto the bed. That was my safe-haven; my happy place.