So, I'm writing out this thing thats been in my head for a while. Let me know what you think, it's up to 10k so far. Definitely looking for a Beta.
"Hello, L."
Static could be heard from a phone that had not been in his possession before today. The voice that spoke was high-pitched, but deformed to be unrecognizable.
The black haired man, crouched on his sofa, held the curious phone with two fingers to his ear. It had gone off suddenly, tucked away in a bag that he had brought to the university. No number was displayed on the screen.
"Who is this," He spoke softly, but it wasn't really a question.
"You don't know?" The mechanical voice cried out in mock offense, "You stab me deeply, L."
"Am I supposed to?" He appeared to sound disinterested, but an effort had to be made. If one person could so easily get a hold of him, knew his identity... Kira?
"My name," The voice breathed, excitedly,"Is Dice. I like to play games."
Dice. "Never heard of you," L sighed, "What is it, that you want?"
"Play with me, L," The voice purred. "I need some entertainment, play a game with me."
"What game?"
"You'll find out. You could earn a reward, if you win."
"What if I lose?"
"Are you planning on losing? You do seem to have a knack for it today."
Were they talking about the tennis match? L didn't speak, but waited for the voice to continue.
"If you lose, you'll have to remember," The voice spoke cryptically, "But if you do, you will have already won."
The static crackle stopped. Whoever was on the other side had hung up the phone, leaving the lonely detective with a phone pressed harder to his ear than he had initially noticed. He set the phone down on the desk after a short inspection. There was nothing on it.
The person had called themselves Dice. His mind wandered to a white haired boy, somewhere in England, but dismissed the thought almost immediately.
Was it even a male? The manner of speaking suggested double entendre. Though such language was usually a typical male quality, females couldn't be ruled out, seeing as these words were specifically directed to L himself. They knew who he was, up to a certain extent.
L wasn't truly worried. This person -or persons, possibly- could not know much more than him being a detective, and honestly that wasn't difficult to figure out. His name, his letter, was displayed all over Tokyo. However, he could hardly call himself a top detective if a random person was able to find him.
This person told him, if he lost he would have to remember, but if he would remember then he would win.
So the objective was to find a person that he had once known or heard of.
Who could possibly go through the trouble, just because just L did not hold on to his memory? It was unlike him to forget, though.
If L had forgotten, who else had? Perhaps this person was just really not memorable, or good at being invisible. Maybe they didn't want to be invisible.
They were trying to get his attention, everyone's. A stalker?
Remember them, find them, then I'll win. L thought idly.
So, hide and seek.
They had managed to drop the phone in bag today without him noticing. Anyone who would have access to his bag today must have been at the tennis field. The only place he had left it unattended. It had merely contained a change of clothes, nothing important. But it was foolish to assume nothing happened to it.
Luckily it was just a phone. This time.
L extended one leg and stretched it before getting up to pace the room.
"Remember," He muttered, thumb to his lips.
Someone from his past then. This person couldn't possibly assume that L would recognize any stranger he had interacted with, people on the street, salesmen, hotel owners... It had to be a person that had, used to have, should have had, a certain impact on the detective.
He slowed his pace near the monitors, and sat down on the couch in the same crouch position. "Watari," He called out.
A black 'W' flickered on one of the screens to his right. "Can I help you?" The voice of an older sounding man, pleasant, sounded through the room.
"Please prepare a list for me of all the inhabitants of the Wammy house."
"May I ask why?"
"I think someone is trying to get in touch with me."
Watari said nothing more, and the letter faded, the screen back to black.
His old home in England would seem the best guess. And they assumed L would be able to figure out all of the clues given in their short phone call.
Games, games... Was it just about the hide and seek? Or about the tennis too, where they had most likely left their phone? They did make a reference to him losing. L hated to lose. It seemed a little bit far sought, but maybe they wanted L to actually go out and look, instead of his usual reasoning-from-a-safe-distance technique.
Of course with Kira around maintaining a safe distance didn't matter.
L had decided that the best course of action was to investigate the tennis court tomorrow. That would leave his evening free to sleep for an hour or two and continue with Kira, who was still the bigger threat.