A/N: This is an update on Ryu, as it was requested by several Sweetness readers. Enjoy.
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TWENTY YEARS AFTER LIGHT'S SUICIDE
RYU'S P.O.V.
I wiped my sweaty palms on my blazer, taking a deep breath in. A young woman who appeared to be around my age was already seated at a table for two. She was beautiful, black hair with caramel tan streaks, a heart shaped face and wide brown eyes.
"Hi, are you Keiko?" I walked over, my heart pounding.
"Yes, you must be Ryu," she gave me a glimmering smile. I nodded and sat down across from her, my nerves keeping me on edge. "It's very nice to finally meet you," she beamed.
"Yeah, I can't believe it took us this long to meet," I said truthfully.
"How long has it been, over twenty years? You must look like your father. Except for your smile, you've got Misa's smile," Keiko chuckled.
"You call your mother by her first name?" I questioned.
"I never met her before she committed suicide, I hardly think of her as a mother. I never met my father either…" her grin faded.
"I'm sorry," I said quietly. An awkward silence hovered between us.
"So, tell me about yourself," Keiko tried to save the conversation.
"Well, I'm a detective; I just got out of college last year. Now that Kira is inactive, there's been a lot more crime, which equals a lot more detective work. However, no Kira equals fewer investigations, so it evens out," I shrugged. A waitress appeared at our tables to take our order.
"Hi, I think I'll start out with dessert. A slice of strawberry cheesecake and a cup of coffee, please," I smiled.
"I'll have the same," Keiko looked at me in astonishment. When the waitress left she leaned over the table to whisper to me.
"Do you always eat dessert first?" she asked.
"Of course," I smirked. She leaned back into her seat, impressed.
"Looks like we inherited something from our mother," she joked.
"Actually, you got that from your father. I've heard that L had a real sweet tooth," I informed her.
"Hm, that's interesting. I don't know anything about him…or my existence, really," Keiko admitted.
"Well, seeing as I'm a detective, one of the first things I did when I had access to all of the fancy research equipment was look up my father, my mother, and L. What would you like to know?" I offered up my skills.
"I just want to know how I was born. I mean, my father was never married, and my mother married your father…I really must've been the true definition of 'mistake'," Keiko snorted.
"Well, the thing I find amazing is that our mother was able to hide her pregnancy from Light, my father. Approximately two years before I was born, L and Misa had some one-night stand when they were both a little tipsy. Misa got pregnant and gave you up for adoption, somehow managing to never let my father know. He would've been furious. Apparently he had quite the temper," I told her.
"Wow. A drunken mistake! What a lovely thing to be," she chortled. The waitress arrived with our cake and coffee, placing them in front of us.
"I just can't believe you're real. I have a half-sister," I said in disbelief. "Now you tell me about yourself," I requested.
"Hm, what's there to say? I finished in the top of my class at Princeton. My adoptive family lives in America, so I spent most of my life over there. It's only recently that I've returned to Japan. I wanted to find out more about my past…and I sure did," Keiko grinned.
"Well, looks like we both came into some intelligence," I laughed. Suddenly I remembered a rumor I'd heard about L and my father and my throat closed up. I refused to believe it, but maybe Keiko deserved to know. "There's a rumor about our fathers, you know," I cleared my throat.
"Oh? What's that?" she raised her eyebrows, slicing her cake with her fork.
"I've heard they were lovers. Watari, L's…well, I don't know what Watari was to L. He was like a father figure. But anyway, Watari hinted at it before he died, and Matsuda, my father's friend, didn't exactly deny it when I asked him," I confessed.
Keiko was silent for a minute. "Hm. Maybe there's some proof to the theory that being gay is genetic, then. I'm bisexual."
I choked on my coffee, splattering hot liquid all over my slacks. I hurried to wipe it off with my napkin, embarrassed. "Oh," I squeaked.
"Yup. That's not a problem, is it?" she narrowed her eyes.
"No! No, of course not, it's totally fine. Just a surprise, that's all," I assured her, patting up the coffee from the table.
"Okay," she leaned back in her seat, pleased. I felt soft hands on my shoulders, massaging me gently. Surprised, I turned around to see Aya, my girlfriend of two years.
"Aya!" I stood up and kissed her cheek. "This is Keiko, my half-sister. L's daughter," I explained.
Aya's face relaxed when she realized I wasn't cheating on her. "Hi, I'm Aya, Ryu's girlfriend. Pleasure to meet you," she extended her hand to shake Keiko's.
"Same here. Well, I hope we can talk again sometime soon. I'll let you have dinner with your girlfriend." And with that Keiko was gone, leaving only a slight scent of strawberries and roses behind her.