A/N: Hello! This is my second ffic in English and I am really excited about how it turns out! Again, if there are any mistakes or grammar errors feel free to comment. I wanted to experiment, and thought that a Fem!Light would be terribly interesting and would allow me to explore new angles of such a deep character. Also the idea seemed attractive to see how his relationship with L would develop if he were a woman (although I'm fairly sure L would treat him the same). Anyway Hope you enjoy the story and... did I mention that I love reviews? ^.^
PS: I forgot this (Disclaimer: I do not own anything except for this story).
Her eyes felt like sands of the desert, after many hours of exposition below the great star, burning and unavoidably dry. The screen glowed in a self-imposed darkness, in order to avoid calling attention during such hours of the night, every article on the brilliant surface was made of her turmoil, in every pixel lied the exact same echo of one idea, the obsession devouring her thoughts , making her brain go insane. Hell-bent on finding it: the solution.
Let's describe that mind, highest among all analytic efficacy on the whole planet. It almost seems mechanic, a tin box with a thousand gears which function in such synchrony that the capacity of which they are gifted with is beyond human.
Precisely due to this circumstance, and above all because the person we are talking about is aware of her capacities, she felt a superlative degree of frustration. But, let's leave this mysterious attitude behind, for it would turn annoying eventually, the reason was that the new which had been causing great incredulity to the media and whose legend has being growing even more exploited by the sensationalists of SakuraTV.
Far from absurd rumours and poorly elaborated conspiracy, the facts: Three girls disappear for a couple of days, there are never any witnesses. After a certain period of time in which no constant whatsoever is appreciated, thus any possible patterns to make regarding this are non-existent, every victim reappears in a city area that they are not familiarized with exhibiting clear signs of torture. They are carried to the nearest hospital and provided with the necessary care. Later, the victim commits suicide. Each and every one of them. ALL OF THEM.
This previous information has been told to the public, leaving fuzzy details behind (not exactly truthful), considered from an objective point of view and limiting ourselves only to what happened.
However, someone who has really investigated, without having a licence to ease procedures, data expands in the following way; each wound caused by torture was strategically made in order to avoid killing the victim. Once they were at the hospital none of the victims is willing to talk to the police or reveal any kind of detail connected to their kidnapping.
And, being her, it is possible to deepen even more. The way in which wounds have been done suggests advanced medicine knowledge, every victim disappears at the perfect time eliminating potential witnesses, this shows (taking into account all information given) an obvious degree of premeditation, but mostly an exhaustive study of the victim's behaviour and routines. What happens seems part of a bigger scheme, yet to be completed inside her mind, it couldn't be suicides.
Any victim of a kidnapping could want to kill itself, granted; but three people with no apparent relationship, taken in different days, with the same lesions and MO, who refuse to talk about the kidnapper and kill themselves after reaching a safe place? Too good to be true, not to mention absolutely unlikely. There's something more, of that much she was sure, despite lacking connections there was a pattern to be drawn. But, actually, she did find a regularity, aside from how the kidnapping happened, every girl was in their early twenties (two victims were eighteen and the other twenty-one).
Thereby, among newspaper articles, chaotically distributed pen-written notes all over the desk and thoughts formulating possible hypothesis leading nowhere, hours passed by until it became so late that could be considered early.
When morning light started to get through the curtains she knew it was about time she stopped, an interesting day of vacation tedium. She rubbed her eyes meanwhile walking towards the toilet with the aim to splash water on her face. A good pinch on her cheeks finished giving her a vivacious look, a proper semblance for a civilized individual who has rested for an entire night and hasn't been awake trying to solve a crime. Someone perfectly normal. To the mirror and world she looked only like a kind brown-eyed girl whose auburn short hair appeared in harmony with her inoffensive aspect. Charming, the flawless girl.
She descended without making any noise, a difficult task having such creaky stairs but managing skilfully. Once inside the dinning room she greeted her mother.
"Good morning, need a hand?"she asked, a mere formality, as she began helping her not even waiting for an answer.
Getting over with all the routine and theatre played in front of her family she eventually chose around midday to go for a walk. As tempting as the perspective of falling into narcolepsy seemed, raising everybody's suspicions at home was not only against her interests but plainly stupid. By the time she went out, not having exactly figured where she would go to, a solitary and faraway place sounded fitting. Inside the bus, on its way towards a tranquil part of the city, her thoughts still focused on the bloody kidnapping topic. A constant: how? It rushed over every attempt of finding distraction. The straw that broke the camel's back, terrible frustration, were her father's negatives against providing her with valuable information which would accelerate significantly the case's resolution. The day before yesterday this serial kidnappings had claimed it's third victim, making her curiosity turn into an unavoidable assistance offer to her father. This was the first time that after volunteering to help she was rejected. Perhaps her father did not trust her enough? She had already collaborated on a vast number of cases and her capacities facilitating or even enabling the resolution had proven her worthy. Then, why such isolation?
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Two days ago the third victim of the serial kidnappings' appearance had went public. The day previous to this new crime's broadcasting the eighteen-year-old girl was found inside a phone box and carried to the hospital, during the dawning she committed suicide. This was precisely when L decided to move from the United States, where last week he'd just solved a case, to Japan with the purpose of making an intervention. At early morning, while the press started making a fuss and mediatisating such unusual occurrence of a third suicide, his plane landed; and at 12 am., according to Japan's time zone, he got in touch with the police announcing his participation. When they reached the hotel Watari and him spent the remaining time settling in. Right now Watari was found at the NPA headquarters, talking to high offices and demanding all of the data required to begin investigating as soon as possible. The only problem was that, a terribly bored L, had run out of sweets and Watari would not be back until a few hours later. Which left him with just one option. Following the "if you want something done do it yourself" he abandoned the hotel, searching for one of the pastry shops he had on his bucket list.
While he walked his thoughts consumed him, making out of the surroundings something irrelevant, it is true that in normal conditions he would never have considered this case worthy of his attention, not with three victims only. Such low number was something that the police could handle quite easily. However this time there was a sort differentiator element, firstly the suicides, which hadn't done anything but surprise him and seem too casual; on the other hand there was an undefined thing, that he couldn't name, and essentially had driven him to take the matter into his own hands. His instinct was screaming that this case had something very weird, he needed to solve it. All of the other ones possessed a distinct aura, moving him to disassemble them like the pieces of a puzzle, and nothing more, a mere hobby. In contrast three plain simple usual but thrilling kidnappings (and for the record he was sure that more would occur as days went by). With said crimes L felt an imperative need to solve them, comparable to what some would say a call of destiny.
And that's it for now! I'll be back sooooon~