Loveless.
Summary: This is a one shot for now. It revolves around all of the characters but mainly our Whammy's boys. Its pure fluff, not much of a Kira plot and Light is hardly in here at all. Here's what it's about. The boys all have love lives, at different times, I'm separating the chapters for the most part but they'll be shot. Hopefully, this will be a fun read, and if you would like I could turn it into an actual story.Disclaimer: I do NOT own death note.Chapter one: L.
"Ryuzacki, we need you down at the station!" Matsuda Touta's voice rings through the phone. The raven haired detective sighs.
"I'll be right there."
He turns to nudge the brunette female in his bed, but she's not there? "Akira!" He yells earning a humph from down the halls. He smiles, that was his girl the fireball she always was. He gets up meeting the female in the kitchen, who was making cake in lingerie. Now that that was a sight! Everything he wanted right there, in front of him.
Akira Watanabe was at the moment his girlfriend. She was an undercover detective who was as well working on the Kira case. They meant on chance considering she is quite cruel, and as stated before a fireball, she was working alone. One thing he could say about his drug of choice? She was smart, witty, cunning, and somehow she hacked into his data base and found out that Misa Amane was suspected of being the second Kira.
This is where her other attribute came in; she was stunning, half Japanese half Korean she was the perfect Americanized Asian. Her hair was a rich brown that cascaded down her back in natural curls. Normally she could straighten her hair, but he found it much more attractive natural. Her eyes were slanted much like that Japanese, but wider so it almost appeared like she was wearing circle lenses, and her skin hardly ever broke out. The best part was? She had a cousin who was into Gothic Lolita, so after some stolen clothes, a pass port to Japan she made it onto the modeling scene. She claimed Misa Misa to be her idol and someone she "longed to have tea with." And the media did the rest, soon the two of them were hooked arm and arm and took Japan by storm. Little did they know that they were dealing with the true Akira, who hated Kira.
It was once he had Watari track the IP address that they found her, normally he would just have them arrested, or recruit them. But instead, his breath was taken away, she was stunning she was cunning, and right at the moment? Akira Watanabe, detective, was making him cake while wearing slutty lingerie. Yes, this was his dream girl.
He warps his arms around her, trailing kisses down her collar bone; she drops her icing with a splash. L finds himself pouting.
"I liked that icing."
She turns around to glare at him. "You are not seriously leaving me now are you?" Her brown eyes are dark, l while they held a fire in them when she gave you that look you felt like you were nothing more than ash.
"I'm sorry, but you know I have to go."
She sighs, hoping up on the counter, he can't help but notice the way her lingerie slides up, exposing her thigh.
"No I understand that.. But I just wish I could go to, I'm just as capable as you are."
He kisses her long and hard, knowing full well he can't do that. He debates his options; If he says that she'd be in danger considering he suspects Light as being Kira she would go on to either say that she's dealt with Misa, who is arguably more compassionate then Light would be if it came to killing her, or she would say that he's around L everyday and she should be concerned for him, and that's not happening. So instead he decides on:
"How would your brother feel about that?"
She cringes, but as usual she has a retort. "He already knows I'm fucking someone to the point where I've accepted a diamond necklace, I'm hardly ever home. Why should it matter if he knows it's you?"
"It would arguably make the Kira case more awkward." He responds childishly.
She clinches her fists, he made her mad. Seconds later he had strawberry cake in his face, he licks his lip.
"Strawberry cake with butter cream icing, a very nice choice my love."
"Fuck you!" She snaps.
In response he kisses her once again, his tongue sliding down her throat, she can't resist him and he knows that, her hands are tangled in her hair, she feels his warmth, and he is loving how smooth her skin is.
Then the phone rings again. This time she picks it up ignoring the famous detectives grabbing hands.
"Hey their little brother" she replies coolly into the phone, laughing as she hears the scatter out of the chair.
"Akira!" Matsuda Touta screeched, L face palmed, his head hanging down on her legs, he stared up at her with wide eyes that were secretly asking why she enjoyed torturing him like this.
"Hi, Ryuzacki-chan will be there in five minutes, he was helping me with my cake!" She chirps hanging up.
This girl, Loves to scare the shit out of me he thinks laughing as he throws her down on the counter top, making careful check that she avoids the burning oven, before kissing her more. What a cunning girl.