AN - I do not own deathnote or the art used in the images. )

Love. What was it but a weakness; something to make you voluntarily expose yourself to heartbreak and hurt ? Lawliette often found her mind drifting back to this thought, another case solved, years, ticktock. Twenty three, never kissed anyone , work is all that matters supposedly.

Yet she fell in love . It was stupid, pointless , lethal. She hated it. Him. It could have been anyone else But no, she fell in love with a murder suspect. Warm hazel eyes thawing out desire and raw feelings, the brush of his hand as he passed her the papers ; electricity on her icy skin.

Dream of hands smoothing unkempt raven hair and the way her slender body wanted to explodewhen their eyes met. Hidden, passion masked as indifference; affection disguised as suspicion.

Lawliette would accept these feelings as desire, it was curiousity, suspicion, hate?

No. Denial, denial that she was in love with kira.