'It was him...' Shirley Fenette thought. 'He sent him away...'
Shirley was standing under one of the many street lamps, crying...there was no one around and even if there had been...they wouldn't have been able to tell with the rain pouring down as fast and hard as it was.
'That man sent my farther away...and then those monsters...' The ginger haired young girl thought as she remembered the face of the man who took her farther away from her.
He was a thin, pale white English man...no older than twenty-five. He had black messy hair and dark rings under his eyes, as if he hadn't slept in a month! He was sat in the corner of a dark-lit room...he was sat with his feet in the chair and was holding a piece of paper with his thumb and first finger.
He was a weird man.
L was sat on the floor in the middle of the room. He was watching his computer screen...or rather the girl on the screen. She was a very beautiful teenage girl. Her hair was long and ginger, her eyes were green and always wide with excitement and enthusiasm. No matter what she was doing.
L had been watching this girl for a long time...although it was probably against...no it was defiantly against the law to watch people...but he couldn't help but to go against the law when it came to this girl. He had to watch her...not all the time and not when she was doing private things...just for a few minutes, just to see how she was doing and make sure she was okay.
He had passed her in the street and for some reason couldn't look away, so watching her at first was just a once in an every while thing...but it quickly became once every week and then even quicker became every other day. She was always smiling and laughing...until the day he sentenced her farther to prison. Then her face stopped smiling and her eyes weren't wide, but thin and sad. All of the time.
L watched her on the screen. She had been out all day and he was starting to worry –she never stayed out all day. Her cloths were soaked with rain and her eyes were red and sore from crying.
'What is it you're upset about?' He thought as he moved closer to the screen.
She walked over to her desk in the corner of her room. Very slowly she opened the top draw and stood over it; looking at something. L couldn't see what it was with the angle she was standing at.
He tilted his head to the side as he watched her pull something out of the draw. His eyes widened as he realised what it was.
"What are you thinking, Shirley?"
"L, is everything alright?" L turned around to see Watari walking through the door. "Yes." L stood up and walked quickly towards the door. "I am going out for a while...I will be back soon."
Shirley was walking around the train station; slowly. She didn't really know what she was doing...walking around the train station? He probably wouldn't even be here, and of course with this man been who he was...she had no leads as to where he was either.
'Baka! Why on earth would he be here?...he's probably back home by now...why would he stay in Tokyo? And I don't know where he stays, so I can't go on a plane to find him either...' Shirley thought as she stopped walking; her head was facing the ground and tears were starting to well up in her eyes. 'He's never going to pay...'
-Click- -Click-
Shirley's head flew up as she heard the noise. It sounded like train doors opening...but that couldn't be possible. The trains had stopped a half hour ago...the station was still open, but the trains weren't running until the morning now.
Shirley walked down the empty corridor and through the gates –that were supposed to be locked. 'Security isn't very tight around here...' She walked onto the main platform; looking around. A train had pulled up but it was empty.
"Excuse me...can you tell me how to get off this platform, please? I don't know where to go."
Shirley spun round so fast she almost fell over. Her eyes widened in shock. 'No way...no frickin' way!'
"Hi there..." The man started. His eyes wandered away from the girl's face, down her body, stopping at her hand...or rather the black metal object she had in her hand.
Shirley continued to stare at the man...she couldn't move...she couldn't talk...she just stood there.
"Are you alright?" The man started; the look in his eyes softened...almost saddened. "You know...such a young girl shouldn't be carrying such a thing. Give it to me." He took a step closer to her.
Shirley snapped out of her daze. She raised the gun at arms length; pointing it at the man. It was the dark-scruffy haired English man. He was standing with one hand in his pocket and the other stretched out towards Shirley.
"Please...give me the gun."
The young girl had imaged his voice so many times...it was supposed to be dark, monster like...something out of a horror film...but it was soft...a little ruff, but soft, he was defiantly trying to be kind and gentle. But why? "No! Stay back! I swear I'll shoot!" Shirley yelled as bravely as she could, but her voice came out a low and soft yell.
"Why don't you put the gun down...and we can talk about this, yeah?"
"No! I know who you are! You're that detective...L! You sent him away!"
"Yes I am L. I have sent a lot of people away...so I'm not sure who you are referring to." L didn't want to be dismissive with her...he would have rather lied and said he was sorry...but he couldn't do that. Her farther was a criminal who had to be locked away.
Shirley's eyes widened in shock and quickly narrowed in anger. "My name is Shirley Fenette! My farther! You sent my farther away! Surely you must know his name!"
L looked away from her for a moment before looking her in the eyes. "I know who your farther was...and I know who you are." He paused. "And you are no killer...Shirley-Chan."
Shirley's eyes widened. "I...I will...kill...y-you sent him...know my name...you...he..." She was doing her best to stop the tears in her eyes...but her voice was slowly cracking with every word she spoke.
"You know what your farther was up to, do you not?" He asked; hiding the concerned look he had worn just a second ago, while Shirley had closed her eyes.
"Yes." She chocked out. The tears she was fighting so hard finally spilled and rolled down her face. "I know exactly what he was like!"
'Please...stop crying.' L thought. Of course he could never say it out loud. "If you know this...then why do you cry over him?" He asked out of curiosity.
"He's all I had left! N-now I have no one!" She yelled. Her eyes widened as her own words finally sunk in. The gun fell to the floor with a loud –clack- sound as Shirley fell down silently. "Oh my god...I'm all alone...no one but me..." The tears streamed down her face faster than ever before.
L walked over and stood directly in front of her; kicking the gun to the side. He knelt down in front of her. "Shirley-Chan...I am truly sorry for making you alone in this world..." L started. He wasn't sorry that he had sent a criminal to jail...that was justice...but he had made it so this girl...so Shirley was alone, and that he was sorry for. He had never wanted to upset her...but only ended up doing so. "I understand this may be a little strange...but I would like it if you came and lived with me..."
Shirley's eyes widened. 'Did he just...?' She couldn't speak again. She looked up at him, her eyes still wide.
He stared down into her eyes and slowly placed a –comforting- hand on her shoulder. "...So you won't have to be alone in this world."
'I can't wait to show him this!' Shirley ran off the train and towards the bus stop as fast as she could. She wanted to get home and show L her test results...she had been given them at registration and had eagerly been awaiting the end of school so she could get home and show L.
She jumped off the bus and ran down the street almost running into the front door. Once she was inside she walked to the elevator and looked at the numbers...she didn't understand why she still did. She knew what floors L used and which ones were hers. The whole complex was there's...well, it was L's headquarters...but when he was working, this is where they lived.
"Today's Wednesday...so he'll probably be on the eighth floor..." Shirley mumbled to herself. Shirley watched the numbers count up as the elevator moved passed another floor. It stopped on the sixth. Shirley frowned in frustration. She had been waiting all day to show L her results and now she had to wait for someone else to go to another floor.
The doors opened slowly with a–Ting- sound.
"Shirley, what's wrong?"
Shirley's frown quickly disappeared as she smiled widely. "Ah, L-San...It's you! But why aren't you on the eight floor?"
"Should I be?" He asked as he took hold of Shirley's hand and gently pulled her out of the elevator.
"Never mind...I have something to show you anyway..." Shirley turned her head as she heard the elevator door's shutting. "Wait a..." Shirley stopped walking and turned to face the elevator slightly. "Blond hair? L-San...no one on the task force has blond hair...so who was..."
"Shirley...don't you have something to show me?" L asked and pulled on her hand as he set off walking.
"Ah, yes."
Shirley shut the door behind her and walked over to sit beside L. "Here." She said –almost nervously- and passed him her test results.
He opened the slip and looked over it carefully. "You got C's...we spent most of the week on these tests..."
She frowned. "I was getting E's and F's...you could at least pretend to be proud!" She stood up of the sofa and –practically glared- down at L. She stopped glaring when she saw him smile a little. "Why're you smiling?"
L stood and patted her on the head. "I was kidding...you did great. I am proud of you!"
Shirley smiled as wide as she could. "Let's go out! We can go to that cake shop in the centre of town...I know you'll like it!" She grinned.
His small smile faded. "Maybe later." He walked towards the door.
"Huh, why?"
"I'm still working on the Kira case and I have just brought in two suspects." L turned to face her. "Which reminds me...from now on the seventh, eight and ninth floors are forbidden...under no circumstance do you go to any of them. If you need to use the tenth you can go in the elevator or the stairs, but do not go out onto the floors. Do you understand?"
"Why?"
"Shirley, do you understand?"
"Y-yes...sort-of."
He frowned at her.
"Yes I understand."
"Good. Now you should go back down to your room. The cameras and the phones are working, so if you have any problems let me know." He turned and opened the door, just as he was about to leave Shirley spoke.
"L-San...is it because of the suspects that I'm not allowed on those floors? And the blond person...was that a suspect?" He nodded. "This is the Kira case L-San...I have no doubt that you are brilliant enough to figure out who Kira is...but after everything he's done...you have to be careful. Do you understand?"
He didn't turn to face her. "I understand, Shirley." He left the room, closing the door behind him.
"I guess this means we won't be going out for cake for a while..." She said quietly to herself.
"L-San...what's wrong? You don't quite seem yourself..." Shirley said quietly as she sat on the sofa; L was sitting in the chair opposite her.
"Hum, what?"
Shirley smiled. "What is that?" She asked pointing at the black notebook in L's hand. When L continued to look over the book without answering her question, she stood up from the sofa and walked over to his chair, standing in front of him. He didn't look up.
She frowned and quickly grabbed the book from L's grip. His head shot up.
"Death...Note?" Shirley mumbled as she walked around the room.
"Shirley..." L stood up from the chair.
"The human whose name is written in this notebook..."
"Shirley!" L yelled.
Shirley's eyes widened at L's raised voice but she couldn't stop reading. "Shall die..." Shirley spun round, her eyes wider than before. "W-what is this, L-San?"
"How many times do you have to be told not to do things like this?" L asked rhetorically as he reached out to grab the book.
A sad expression took over Shirley's face. She hated it when he talked to her like this...like she was a child. She moved the book behind her back. "...Wha...what is this?" She asked.
"Shirley..."
Shirley knew what L was going to say...so she knew she had to be the first one to talk. "What is it? This can't really do that, can it? You're not going to tell me are you?"
"Shirley, give me the notebook." L told her, holding his hand out.
"Why won't you tell me?" Shirley took a step back.
"I do not have time for this...give me the book." L moved closer to her; she moved back and bumped into the wall.
Shirley frowned. "If you don't have time, why are you up here!? You come up to see me everyday, but you don't talk to me anymore, you just talk at me! And you don't tell me anything, nothing! You just sit there and think; Without telling me anything that's going on in your head!" She yelled.
"...I do talk to you...and I tell you about cases all the time, and you know I shouldn't..." He told her moving closer to her.
"But you're not telling me about the Kira case!" She yelled moving forward.
L grabbed her arm and shoved her against the wall. "Ow!" She gasped. L snatched the book out of her hand before she had the chance to realise where it was. Her eyes were wide...she looked scared, afraid.
L let go of her arm quickly and gave her an apologetic look, before quickly returning to his chair.
Shirley watched as he continued to study the book; unconsciously rubbing her arm L had had held of.
"...I...I suspect Yagami Light of been Kira..." L started. He turned his head to glance at Shirley. She slowly walked over to the sofa in the middle of the room and sat down where she had been before.
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"So, it really works? Whose name is written in...this book...they die? I thought things like that only existed in Manga and TV shows..." She smiled weakly. 'How can something like this be real?' She wondered.
L had been watching Shirley's every reaction to everything he had told her about the Death Note...and it was obvious that she was scared.
"Yes...they do...but..." L paused for a moment. "You do not have to worry...because as long as I am alive...no harm will ever come to you." He told her as he looked down at his cup.
Shirley's eyes widened and her cheeks burned red. 'I wasn't worried about me...but...he wa...is. He's saying he'll protect me?' She didn't say anything; she just stared at him in awe.
"Well...I should be going...I'll check on you later." He stood up from his chair. "Oh, one more thing." He walked over to her and bent down, so he could whisper in her ear. "Do not have any contact with Yagami Light...if you happen to run into him...turn and walk away as fast as you can!"
"Matsuda, you idiot, you turned on the wrong camera!"
"Sorry, Sorry! Wait...who's that?" Matsuda asked pointing to the ginger haired girl on the computer screens. "Oh, she must be Shirley-Chan!"
"Shirley-Chan?" Light asked as he walked over to look at the girl on the screen. She was wearing one of Tokyo's private High School uniforms: White shirt, pale yellow blazer/coat, short grey skirt and a green tie.
"Yeah...you don't know about her?" Matsuda asked. Light shook his head, still looking at Shirley on the big computer screen. "Well, I don't know too much about her...but she was here before we were all assigned to the Kira case. I think she's been with L for a long time."
"Really?" He asked quietly. He was still watching the computer screen. L was sitting opposite Shirley.
"...because as long as I am alive...no harm will ever come to you."
Both Light and Matsuda's eyes widened. "Wow, L sound's like he cares about her...he sound's kinda human..."
"Yeah...he does..." Light said. An evil twisted smirk spread across his face. 'He has a weakness!'
Matsuda sighed and sat down. "Ah, man, and she's so cute too!"
End of chapter 1!
So, what did you think? It was my first proper attempt at writting a crossover fic...so I don't think it's too bad, :)
This is based on my 'L X Shirley: Attack' AMV on youtube...it is/going to be a little different to the vd though. Anyway, thanks for reading!!! :D