Okay...I just know that I'm gonna get shot for this crossover...or something...so I'll be sure to duck and cover. It's Death Note/Naruto. But I kinda couldn't resist the idea; it's been spinning around in my head for a while. It's somewhat based off of a sort of crackish roleplay that my friend Puppet-chan and I started doing, but it's really only loosely based. Death Note timeline, this starts off when L is only six years old-about eighteen years before the Kira case begins. Naruto timeline, this is about ten years before Shippuden, soon after the Akatsuki has formed. I'm estimating Sasori to be about...twenty-eight or so.

So, now that I've hopefully given myself enough time to hide before things start being shot or thrown at me, let the madness begin.

He wasn't sure what had possessed him to do what he did that night.

A walk through an unfamiliar city almost halfway across the world…capturing the jinchuriki had been simple enough, despite how cleverly hidden it had been. But now it had been captured and delivered, and he and his partner were about to regroup and head home.

But that's when he had stumbled across…it.

The thin little figure had clearly collapsed in the doorway, only managing to pull itself into a ball. Arms tightly hugged the knees as the little one shivered. There was an overhang, and even still, the covering clothing was soaked through with rain and blood. What flesh that could be seen in the street lamp was greatly pale, and the clothing consisted of ragged, torn jeans and an old, overgrown white sweatshirt. There were no socks, no shoes. Ebony hair was a complete mess.

He picked up the dripping mass with only the most feeble of resistance in response, assuring himself that this finding would only serve in becoming his next project and nothing more.

Five minutes later, the famous inventor Quillish Whammy arrived at the scene, greeted only by an empty doorway and thoughts of what could've been.

...

The reactions he received upon arriving home and regrouping were just about everything he had expected them to be. They ranged from shock to amusement to outrage amongst the members of the criminal organization as a small but almost bony hand clutched the back of his cloak all the while.

"Sasori, have you gone mad?!" Kakuzu spluttered. "That is a boy! A human boy, not a puppy!" He paused. "And even if it was merely a pup, that would be far too costly."

"Clearly," Hidan said, seeming actually almost amused with the situation overall. "Sasori has been surrounding himself with puppets for far too long. He's beginning to mistaken actual children for puppet children."

"Well, surrounding oneself with puppets all day and the most frequent company being Orochimaru, who could blame Sasori for seeking out a subordinate?" Zetsu reasoned. Then in a darker voice, "They do make good snacks, after all."

"Speaking of subordinates," Konan spoke up. "What about your current project, Tobi?"

Orochimaru had been shooting Zetsu a dirty look, but upon hearing this question, he turned his attention to the blue-haired woman. "We've been making good progress on him so far," he replied. "He should be up and about within a couple weeks or so."

"Getting off topic…" Kakuzu spoke up irritably.

The puppet-master could feel the grip on his cloak tighten a little, the scrawny figure behind him shrinking further back into hiding…or as much as he could hide behind the Hiruko puppet body that Sasori was currently using.

Kisame, one of the amused, chuckled. "Does he even have a name yet?"

That question had caught everybody's curiosity, opposed to the presence of the ebony-haired boy or not. Sasori noticed this, as the room had fallen silent in expectance for an answer, all eyes on him.

He absently reached over, a hand finding the wild tangles of jet-black hair and resting there. To comfort the boy? To reassure him? He couldn't really know.

Finally he responded, "…He hasn't given an actual name yet." Upon noticing the looks of disappointed curiosity and exasperation, he then went on to add, "But he does seem to respond to a single English letter: L."

Okay! So...while I'm still peeking around to check if the coast is clear, please review. Flames...especially flames that don't even really give any constructive criticism...those are gonna be used to make s'mores with. Then they'll be painted red and fed to an apple-deprived Ryuk. But anywho! Um...sorry for the short chapter, but tend to be common for first chapters anyway. I shall try to make the next ones longer.

Anyways, ja ne!