Confusion," You called out, looking around for the person that had written the aforementioned word. You looked up as you saw Near stand and shuffle into the closet. You stood up and walked in behind him, listening to Misa giggle madly as the door locked with a 'click'. Sighing, you turn around to face Near. You didn't notice him sitting on the floor near you and walked to the opposite corner, tripping over him. You fell flat on your face, and you lay there for a moment. You slowly lifted your face up, but felt like slamming your face to the floor again when you felt Near's nose brush yours. For a moment, he couldn't speak, but coughed and looked into your eyes. "A-are you OK?" He whispered. "Yeah," you replied, and sat up. "Ehrm-sorry," He mumbled. "It's alright." You sat next to each other for a while. "_____-chan?" You turned to face him. "Mhm?" Near blinked. "We don't have to do anything, do we?" Your heart dropped a little at this. "No, but..." You trailed off as you felt his soft lips against yours. Your eyes widened, and he drew back, sitting back. "Sorry, I-if you didn't wa-" The white-haired boy was cut off by your lips. His lips were tender and gentle, and you sat with your lips locked. As you thought, he was too shy to do anything else, but his passionate kiss was just as good. The two of you parted just as Misa whipped the door open. She smiled a little at the two of you, but surprisingly didn't giggle wildly. You stood up and helped Near up as well and walked out. The two of you sat next to each other for the rest of the night, and developed quite a connection.
~Thoughts~
Misa-Awwwwwww~! -gigglesqueal-
L-They seem to like each other alot.
Light-He's a kid, though :C
Mello-Isn't he a little too young to play this game?
Matt-Uh...don't care. -plays game-
Mikami-They didn't seem to do much, but they've become quite an item.
Near-She's not as tough as she seems C;
Ryuk-He's a little kid!
Rem-He's mature for a kid, and he and _____ seem to like each other

You sighed as you read out the color as you walked towards the circle. "Black?". You saw Matt stand up and put out his cigarette. "That would be me..." Matt said as he stared out you, so intense you had to look away. He took you by your hand and led you to the closet. Just the touch of him made your insides turn into mush. Mello slammed the door shut, locked it and walked away chuckling in between bites of his chocolate bar.
Matt walked to the "far" side of the closet and leaned against the wall. You walked toward where he was to try and make an effort to calm your nerves and make small-talk.
"So.. Matt, how have you been?" You asked quietly -mentally smacking yourself in the head for asking such a cliche question.-
"I'm fine... it could be better" Matt said as he stared at you again, forcing you to look down at your shoes.
"Oh... how?" you asked with curiosity.
"Well, we could do this..." Matt took the first move and touched his lips with yours. You gasped in shock as Matt took the advantage to slide his tongue in your mouth. You kissed him back as his hands slid down the side of your body. You let out a few moans as Matt started to kiss your neck, finding your weak spot. This turned Matt on as he started to get a little ruff with you. He pulled at your hair a bit as you ran your fingers through his. You took off his goggles and put them on your head in a playful manner. Matt laughed and gave you another kiss on the lips.
"You look so beautiful _______-san, I couldn't possibly think that you would pull out my color from the hat. I couldn't possibly think i would get a girl like you! smart, beautiful, cute, funny--" You stopped him with a kiss on the cheek then slowly lifted your finger to his lips.
"I thought the same thing about you..." You said as you blushed and squeezed him tight, never wanted to let go.
The door flew open. Matt took your hand and walked you to the circle. He let you sit on his lap while you watched everyone else go.
you two were together ever since...

''Naw, I'm fine. Why don't you go first,'' you countered from your seat. You really didn't feel like moving at the moment. You especially didn't feel like getting crammed in a closet with someone you might not know. There were three people currently in the room that you didn't recognize. One of which was calmly sitting in one of Misa's chair, munching on a bar of chocolate. You looked around at the other people in the room. Seriously. Misa should've invited more than one other girl. Maybe you were the only one who wasn't fast enough to come up with a decent excuse. Actually, she probably wouldn't want many girls. There'd be a bigger chance that she'd get her precious Light. That didn't make sense though. Were you and Misa supposed to go multiple times? The look on Misa's face told you that you were definitely going first, ''Oh, come on. You'll get first picks. Besides. The other girls haven't arrived yet. They'll be less people to tease you...'' Oh. So other girls were coming. She'd probably want to go next, and have all the other girls watch her with her boyfriend. Misa was just that kind of girl. You were basically to stall for time. You gave a rather audible sigh, ''Fine. I'll go first,'' you supposed this was her party. You should do what the girl wanted. This was why you hated to going to parties. You always ended up doing something against your will. You put your hand in your shoe. You felt like giving another sigh, but managed to suppress it. Sometimes you really hated Misa. You pulled out a small slip of paper. Purple...? Who the hell was purple? This mental question was answered when the leather-clad chocolate lover stood up and walked into the closet. You groaned, unhappy at having to give your chair up so quickly. You hoped that no one stole your seat. If they did, there would be hell to pay. You had always wondered why light-switches were sometimes placed in different rooms. On that note, you reached for the light-switch before entering the closet. The aforementioned hand was grabbed, or more accurately your wrist. To your surprise it was by the one who was already in the closet. He pulled you inside, almost causing you to fall on top of him. Misa closed the door and started giggling on the other side. ''Why didn't you let me turn on the light?'' you quickly added, ''And if you say it's because you're a vampire, I swear I'll punch you.'' You couldn't see the reaction he had to the threat. All you could do was listen to his voice, ''I wanted to be able to take you by surprise.'' Your eyebrow quirked and you were sure that you had said, 'huh'. Before you could make sense of his statement, you felt his mouth press against your own. You felt the blood quickly rushing to your cheeks. You felt his tongue darted out rubbing against your lips, but you stubbornly refused him entrance. You didn't know him, and you weren't drunk. He quickly remedied the situation. You gave a yelp when you felt his hand find it's way to your butt. He took advantage of your surprise, his tongue finding it's way into your mouth. You moaned into the kiss, his tongue working magic. You soon gave in to temptation, meeting his tongue in a heated battled. He tasted like chocolate, you noted. Your hands lazily rested on his shoulders. When he pulled away you gave a pout that you were sure he hadn't been able to see. You couldn't tell what he was doing, and he hadn't bothered to answer you when you had asked. This man was infuriating. You couldn't find out why you found so much pleasure in his lips pressed against your own. You found what he had been doing when he, none-so-gracefully pulled you down. He seated you on his lap, and had pulled off his jacket. You could know feel just how hot his skin was. He pressed his lips against your again, his hands resting on your sides. You hadn't released that there was a purpose behind this. You gasped when you felt him grinding upwards. You'd enjoy it for the moment, but you made a mental note to slap him when you got out. ''Oh, my, god,'' the door had opened, and it wasn't Misa's voice that had said this. Or, more accurately, wasn't only Misa's voice. You slowly looked to the door, a horrible feeling in the pit of your stomach. To your horror, they were more girls from the agency, and Misa. The worst part of all this... Misa had a camera. (It was on record. You never did live it down. Especially after Mello thought to introduce himself. To you. XD)

L looks up at you and smiles. He picks up a lollipop and pops it in his mouth, leaps up and begins to move in his strangely crouched way towards the door. You pull a face at your friends as he turns around. Oookayy you mouth. He looks back to check you are coming. It's common knowledge he has fancied you since you made an appearance on the Misa misa "Happy Sweets" show and declared that the government should make sweets free to the general public. You open the door to find him crouched on the chair, his bare feet up, looking innocently up at you with brown eyes. He looks both pensive and expectant. His hair is black and falls in his dewy, glassy eyes, slightly ruffled on the left hand side.
He slowly removes the lollipop from its natural habitat and announces: "You don't want to kiss me." His face suddenly resigned, lonely. "Of course I do." You say suddenly, surprising yourself as much as him. "Really?" he asks, frowning. "I wonder why? Is there something in it for you? Are you just saying this? Is this a conspiracy?" He asks, dead serious. You laugh and place a kiss on his cheek. He looks at you again, still plaintively thinking. "You can't just want to kiss me." he states, as if he was stating the time of day or the chances of him eating sweets tomorrow. He kisses you on the lips. He tastes of sugar. You have to fight to stop yourself laughing. He slips a small tongue into your mouth: tentatively as if he were expecting you to spit it out or snap it off. Your hands reach into his hair. It is dry and slightly sticky with something. He is a good kisser you realize. Your arms find their way around his skinny body, his skin soft and smooth as velvet underneath his cotton shirt. He moves your hands further up his shirt and smiles, kissing your neck feverishly. Your eyes close. His hands are on your hips, pulling you tighter against his body. "Is this okay?" he whispers into your ear. His hair smells sweet and so you kiss his neck in reply, drawing it in. He laughs for some reason, it confuses you but you wish that you could hear that laugh more often. His sweet, sweet lips find yours again, your hands running up and down the smooth curve of his back as he pushes you back into the plush sofa and makes out with you. His lips are still nervous on yours and his breathing jittery upon your face. His shirt is off, your suddenly aware. His skin is coloured like the tea he drinks and his body is skinny with small but visible muscles breaking out. He laughs at your face and kisses you again. A low moan of longing escapes your lips and you bite on it to stop it. "Are you okay?" he asks, concerned. You laugh, but stop quickly as the door bursts open.
You find that you don't care what your friends think about this, because despite how creepy and odd he could seem, he was actually just sweet.

Two weeks later you two are going out and feeding each other sweets in a cafe