Author's Note
This oneshot was written in response to an ask meme in which I was supposed to write a song-based vignette of a ship that another user would send into my inbox. Given that I've named my OTP after the song Ｉｖｏｒｙ ａｎｄ Ｉｒｏｎy by ＤＥＬＵＨＩ which also stands as my OTP's anthem, I decided to go with that particular song, as if to certify its current status.
If I'd owned L and Naomi Misora then they both would have survived the series and lived on as lovers and detective/liaison. I still haven't forgiven Ohba-sensei for killing them off (Naomi even more so because she's one of the only well-rounded female characters in that series).
Song belongs to ＤＥＬＵＨＩ, as mentioned previously. Cover pic belongs to Narziss62 on deviantART.
I can't recover my memories of you that I ralized were "precious" no matter how much I wish...
Shock was the first emotion felt by the sleuth upon seeing her former superior. She felt an itch on her foot when her mind wandered to the recollection of kicking a certain slouched man who had run up to embrace her down the subway steps. Now she was flooded with an ounce of embarrassment.
He looked back at her with fondness and pride, but also sadness. She had changed - not for herself, but for him. It was no wonder that her mannerisms were more subdued, cautious. A complete contrast to what she had once been, to what he knew was her true self.
The Ivory you loved, the Irony of our hearts just missing one another...
Spending time in each other's company had proven to be a type of healing process. Not just for the mourning ex-agent whose feelings had become a mess, but for the detective who yearned for a heart that he'd never had while enduring the solitude and monotony of his role.
The fleeting moment of their first meeting were once all but a blur to the sleuth; they have just chosen this time to resurface, and she was beginning to realize that it was his presence she longed for, and not that of the other - even in the years that had passed. And he had been right there, even though she hadn't been aware of it. Her mind chuckled bitterly at the absurdity of it all.
Reminiscence and unclear Ivory, the emptiness is a clear Irony...
There eventually came a time when case work did not matter to her as long as both she and him found solace in each other while the world still moved on around them. Here was when she stopped being in denial about herself.
And the detective, well… he'd already known. For a long time, in fact. It was his growing devotion to her that made him want her to learn at her own pace. He could not burden her with the weight of these new feelings and revelations, not even when he had already long since passed.
Tell me the answer...
They were an uncanny sight when standing next to each other; a complete contrast of order and chaos in visual form. What united them was skin deep, and that was certain.
In his world, she became his pandemonium. In her world, he became her harmony. One cannot live without the other. The same can be said for them.