Chapter 1:
A/N: First story submitted ever! Lol, so happy! If anyone's interested in the next chapters, I'll post if you review. I've gotten up to partway through chapter 6, but I gotta type them up. Enjoy, I guess, I'm not that great of a writer. This an L x Light fanfiction.
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, blah blah blah.
(To be fair, one of the later chapters calls for a lemon, so stay tuned! ;))
There are some in this world that don't care about the condition of the atmosphere, global warming, or the dramatic decrease in Japanese crime rate. Lawliet, however, was not one of those above mentioned people. As the world's top detective, he was very much interested in the recent turn of events that the Japanese police task force had called upon him for.
Currently, the detective was crouched into a crow like posture in his rolling desk chair, staring at the suspect board tacked to the wall and absentmindedly chewed on a gummy bear. On the the silvery metal desk next to him sat a silver laptop, open, displaying a black screen.
Lawliet pressed a button in the center of his keyboard and his screen lit up as a gothic letter W appeared in the middle of the- otherwise blank- white screen.
"Watari-san, start the car. I'll be downstairs in 10 minutes." Lawliet said in a soft, monotonous tone.
"Yes, Lawliet. Shall I notify the task force of your decision to take the case?" a disembodied voice questioned through the black speaker residing next to the laptop.
"Yes, that would be fine." Lawliet answered simply, still eyeballing the suspect board with mild curiosity.
"Then I will meet you outside, L-san." Lawliet could almost hear the smirk in Watari's voice as he turned suddenly to glare (and probably retort something rude) at the now blank black screen.
Lawliet sighed, closed the laptop, and stood up (hunched over, of course). He turned and glanced at the blue comforter-covered bed and white pillows- still untouched- and then averted his eyes to the white doored closet where he knew his midnight blue suitcase would still be standing.
"Guess I have to be, then…" Lawliet spoke quietly to himself. "God, I hate this job…"
He stretched his arms above his head, white shirt lifting above his jeans just enough to expose the pale flesh of his side. Lawliet scratched his jet black mop of hair and sighed again. He shuffled over to the closet and opened the door, yanking out his luggage and slamming the door as hard as he could.
Do we really have to take this job? Inner Lawliet questioned. There's really no point, we're retiring soon enough and we have more than enough money, why take this one? He sighed for the third time that… what time was it? With no windows and an extremely dark room, there was no telling if it was noon or midnight.
Lawliet opened his unpacked luggage and slipped his laptop and speaker into the smaller pocket, re-closing the bag and stumbled back towards the desk he previously been working at, grabbing his bag of gummy bears and another of assorted chocolate and strawberry flavored sweets. He popped another bear into his mouth and chewed thoughtfully, turning to study the suspect board once more before leaving.
The plane would land on a private lane in a bustling Tokyo airport where the task force captain, Soichiro Yagami and his son, Light, would brief Lawliet on the situation with the increasingly popular Kira.
Lawliet let his thoughts drift to the anxiety of leaving England for the first time in- God, how long had it been?!- years. He glanced around the room for anything he could have forgotten, knowing full well that his genius mind would not leave him in peace unless he did. His gaze shifted from the metal desk to the untouched bed and to the closet he'd been so hateful towards. Noticing nothing amiss, Lawliet took his leave and stepped into the brightly lit hall, a stark contrast to his own dim room. He shut his door and stumbled to his left and out into the main hall, suitcase in tow. He walked over to the elevator and pressed the shiny silver arrow and as it lit up green, found himself thinking of old times, back at Whammy's House where he had amazed all the other orphans with his superior intellect and ability to solve any question, no matter how difficult. The doors to the lift system slid open and he shuffled inside, hitting the first floor button and waiting patiently. He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror on his right side and smoothed his calm smile to his normal straight face and unassuming manner.
Lawliet barely noticed the quiet ding as the elevator car jerked to a stop at the bottom floor and the doors began to slowly, teasingly open. He strode out of the elevator, head high yet back bent. He walked right past the receptionist in the lobby and out to the glass front door where he could see a sleek black limousine had pulled up close to the front of the building. Obviously, it was Watari. The elder man had always remembered that Lawliet hated anything that was too strenuous. He managed to get out the door with his suitcase in his arms. Lawliet clambered into the back seat of the car, setting the dark colored luggage on the floor as he shut the car door and crouched into his preferred sitting position.
"Ready, L-san?" Watari questioned from the driver's seat, looking into the mirror, old, wise, grey eyes twinkling mischievously.
"I am sufficiently comfortable. Please, drive." Lawliet returned a look of revulsion, hatred evident in his normally blank, slate colored eyes at the use of his most famous alias. Watari chuckled and returned his eyes to the road.
"As you wish, sir." The limo started to move forward, gently, then picked up the pace as they left the parking lot.
Lawliet released a final sigh as he laid his head back against the cool, red leather seats and let his eyes drift closed as his legs slipped out from under him and he sat like a normal person. A small murmur of contentment was the only sound heard from him as he delved into a deep sleep, dreaming of his new life in Japan.