Alright, I felt inspired to write this, and also I decided to make voting on my poll easier(or at least more active) I would put up at least the first chapter of the other stories. So, here is the first chapter of my L fanfic and I hope you all enjoy it. I know it's short, but I make all my first chapters short to test the waters a bit, and see how people like it.
L for Love!(Part 1: Dispatched)
"Adina, can you come over here for a second. I need to tell you something," my boss said after we had all been briefed on our next job. I was a bit puzzled, but waited regardless. I was only 24, a young gun in the FBI. Fresh blood, as they would say. What could I be so helpful with? Sure, I was fluent in Japanese, which is probably why I even got to go to this top secret job in the first place. My boss soon calmed my curiosity by filling me in.
"The reason I pulled you aside is because you have a special task to follow. This has been requested specifically by L himself, so I need you to take this very seriously and do the top notch work you can, understand?" He still had not told me what I was supposed to do, but I nodded firmly to reassure him. Despite my lack of experience he had always been confident in me. I would hate to let him down now.
Looking at me dead in the eyes Mr. Verner, my boss, told me why I was chosen. "L asked for a woman, young, fresh, who could blend in easily. He wanted someone closer to his age as to be inconspicuous. One of the suspects, who another agent will be tailing as I said earlier, is also young. L is most interested in him and believes having a young woman on his side will be a great asset. When he was told of you and went over your file he said you would be the best choice if possible. I knew you'd jump at the chance so I told him, over a computer meeting he had with us, that'd you would go."
'L? The greatest detective in the world, a mystery to all, asked for me?' My blue eyes lit up and a smile filled my once blank face. I gave Mr. Verner a huge hug. "Thank you! Thank you so much for this chance," I couldn't thank him enough. "Hey now, don't thank me. Thank L."
After finishing up the last bit of paperwork needed to be done before trip I headed back to my apartment. I had moved in about six months ago, but most of my things were still packed due to my procrastinating ways. 'Guess that worked out.' I thought to myself. Now I wouldn't have to worry so much about packing. I took all of my clothes, books, and other essentials. I was unsure how long I would be needed so I thought it'd be better to come prepared.
All night I tossed and turned, my mind unable to settle from the thoughts of the mission I'd been given. It made no sense why I would be picked. L must have had hundreds of thousands of choices of people from around the world. Women smarter than me or more attractive than me, or more whatever it was that L needed me for were surely out there. I was not sure if he needed me for my brain to help with the case or my womanly charms to help lure in the criminal. Either way he had to have had more experienced or just plain better women to have. I mean, this wasn't just any case. This was the Kira case.
This brought along worries within it. Little was known about the case, even by higher up FBI agents. This was highly dangerous, but I knew that. Danger was not something that worried me. And I was not concerned for any family or anyone close to me.
The song 'Papa was a Rolling Stone' comes to mind when thinking of my father. I've only ever seen him five times in my whole life, one of which I don't even remember. As for my mother, well, she wasn't exactly award-winning either. My life had largely been spent alone in the house, struggling to stay alive while my mother blew all our money on her drug habit. Her drug of choice was cocaine, a drug that made her do terrible things to get a hold of even the slightest amount. I moved out on my own as soon as I could and heard little from my mother other than the occasional beg for money. Every time I refused and she would spout lies of how she had raised me and how I owed her. I wouldn't feed her drugs and she was angry about it, end of story.
I was lacking in the friends department as well. I wasn't unfriendly, just very introspective. This made it hard for me to go out and develop those relationships. I was so used to being self reliant that I rarely sought out or even talked to others. It wasn't lack of capability, just a lack of instruction. When growing up I was always made to fend for myself, not to ask others for help or guidance. This led me down a mostly solitary path.
It wasn't completely horrid, though some may view it as such. I learned well and grew to be a tremendous people watcher. That was what sparked my interest in the field I now work in: Criminal Profiling. I loved observing people and learning from them. Now I can simply look at a person and tell a million different things about them.
All these different thoughts buzzed around in my head until I finally gave up any effort of sleeping. Thinking was also a big problem for me, as on occasions such like this is caused me to suffer from insomnia. Usually sleeping wasn't this difficult, but when new or exciting ideas, especially about a case, where zooming through me I just couldn't ease my brain away from them. I flipped through the channels as I waited for time to pass.
Finally, it was time to go. I brought all of my packed belongings to the private jet we would be taking over. There were a dozen other agents, and some had even brought along their significant others to join them. I couldn't blame them. This trip could last for months, maybe even over a year, and it was also very risky to go. Wanting to be with someone they loved for that time was reasonable.
I sighed, wishing I could say I had someone like that. I boarded the jet, quickly trying to find a subject change before my brain could take over and make me spend the whole trip mulling over all of my failed attempts at love. No one case stuck out in particular, they had just all ended so similarly that I was beginning to believe I would just spend the rest of my life alone.
Pushing those depressing thoughts deep into the crevices of my mind, I settled into my seat. The flight would take approximately 13 hours. That would be a good time to catch up on the sleep I had lost the night before. Relaxing, I shut my eyes to welcome the darkness that would hopefully last until our arrival.