Disclaimer: L and all related people and ideas are not mine. Anything related to Assassins Game is mine. Any relation to a live person is either coincidence or is done with permission from the person. Do not sue.
For the sake of my poor overworked brain this will be taking place between the L.A. BB Murder Cases and the Death Note storyline. If this breaks the timeline I no longer care. Although I do believe L.A. BB Murder Cases end in late August 2002 and Death Note starts Middle of December 2003.
It was a quiet night. Nothing but the distant traffic could be heard until a loud shot rang out in the silence. Inside an abandoned warehouse two living figures stared at each other in relative silence. One leaning on the ground and breathing in an irregular wet way that spoke of upcoming death and the other standing stiffly with their fists clenched, in either pain or distaste, which one it was no one knew.
Through the silence a quiet chuckle came from the figure on the floor.
" So is this how you thought it would be?" They asked
"No." was the quiet reply.
A wet cough came from the corner and the figure moved forward into the light where her mahogany colored hair shimmered a similar color to the blood staining her lips.
" We could have been great together." Said the male standing in the shadows."
"No we couldn't have," replied the woman on the floor, "I have too much blood on my hands and you have too many expectation on your shoulders, L"
The man walked forward and knelt in front of the woman on the ground slowly bringing his hand up as if to brush the hair out of her face but he flinched before he could and pulled his hand back only to start biting his thumb.
"There is an 85% chance that no one would have cared so long as we continued solving cases." He said trying to fill the haunting silence with statistics so the clanging bells only he could hear would stop, if only for a moment.
The woman rasped out more wet laughter, "You and your damn statistics L, why can't you just tell me what you really feel."
L cocked his head to one side and studied the woman slowly dying before him. "I still believe we could have been great."
"Yeah L, we could have been," she paused for a minute to cough up some more blood before continuing with, "hey L?"
"Yes." He replied.
"Do me a favor," She said, "don't let anyone else turn out like me."
"As you wish."
"Thanks L. I'm glad."
L scrunched up his face trying to figure out why she was glad when she was dying on the floor. Before he could get too far into his thoughts he felt a hand brush his face. Looking down his vision was consumed with the somehow still humor filled eyes of the dying woman before him.
"I'm glad it was you L, you who became my friend and you who killed me. I finally won the game."
With a tiny smile on her face Katie Thomas, Ls first true friend and greatest challenge died, taking his heart with her. L stood silently and pulled his cell phone from his pocket. Still staring at the body of his friend and suspect L dialed his guardian Watari.
"Yes?" Came a questioning voice from the other end of the line.
"Watari, the Assassin Games case has been solved. Call the medical examiners and C.S.I out to my location. We have two bodies"
"Of course L. There is another case you should be aware of. It is being called the Kira case."
"Give me the details when I get back to base."
With that abrupt order L shut of his phone and stepped back from the scene in front of him before turning to leave. As he walked away with no company but the sounds of his bare feet hitting the concrete floors and his thoughts his mind spiraled back to early September and the case that started this mess.
It had started with the call from the FBI. Several college students all over the U.S. were being killed in a very suspicious and slightly connected way. All were left with a packet of their own information on their chests with a note that held the initials A.G. and a symbol. The part that had everyone confused was that the symbol changed as frequently as the murder method the method of murder. One person was strangled while another was killed with some kind of bladed weapon while another was poisoned. The M.O. changed so frequently that if it weren't for the fact that the A.G. message was left out of the media L would have been thinking about the probability of these killings being copycat murders. As things stood the chance of that was just below 3%.
Along with the fact that these killings were changing M.O. they were also changing victim type. The only similarity between victims was the fact that they were all in college of some type and all of them were fairly fit. They were in different states in varying circles both in Greek life and out. Some were on sports teams some on debate teams while others were loners who didn't do a thing but go to classes. To make matters worse there wasn't a single victim in the same area. The rules for these murders seemed to be one victim per state.
When L was faced with the request from the FBI to join the investigation he had jumped on it, not only because of the changing victim pool but also because there was a slight possibility that the criminal could actually challenge his intellect. After the fiasco with BB he was hoping for a true challenge. The L.A. BB murder cases had just ended two days ago and L was looking for something to take his mind of the case. He had prevailed in the end and had come out once again as the World's Greatest Detective but for some reason the victory felt cold and hollow.
With a jolt from Watari stepping on the brakes a fraction too hard L looked up in time to see the Limo stopping in front of a hotel as close to Washington D.C.'s FBI headquarters as possible. Closing his laptop and putting all the files together L waited for everyone to leave the vicinity before he and Watari headed up the back stairs to get to his room. He was not taking the chance of anyone seeing him and putting together the connection of L working on a case and an odd looking man with lots of money moving into a hotel with case folders. It may just be paranoia and L knew the possibility of anyone figuring him out were so low he couldn't accurately calculate them but he would not take the risk.
After finally making it to the top floor with neither panting from exhaustion due to climbing fifteen flights of stairs Watari and L headed into the suite which Watari had prepared ahead of time. Moving into his room and leaving Watari to set up L got into his customary crouch on the sofa in front of the coffee table and pulled out the folders again.
The first victim was Melanie Varillas. She was 19 years old and Hispanic. Attending the Cheeks International Academy of Beauty Culture in Wyoming and starting on her second year. Height 5'4"with Black hair and brown eyes. Dark Tan skin and known to always be in fashion. No Boyfriend after a breakup a month before her death and using the knowledge she would gain from beauty school to get a job before working part time as an artist. Sent to Beauty School by her mother who is an accomplished stylist in New York. Graduated from High School in the suburbs of New York with average grades with an exception few in Art Classes.
Nothing stood out about her at all. The file found with her pale bloodless body, which had most likely been left by the murderer, held much more information including her favorite items and activities, her preference in boyfriends and her favorite places to go along with her spending records and a map of where she had gone in the past six months which was a story in and of itself. Why a young woman in beauty school would need to travel to almost every state within a six month period and how she accomplished this with her limited funds was a mystery, one which L planned to solve before this case was over. However, above all, the most intriguing part of her untimely death was where she was killed.
L was pulled out of his thoughts when Watari came in with fourteen more case files. The other murders had all occurred within the last two weeks and L planned to scour their files for any relevant information. After a short cake break that is.
AN: So this is my first FanFic ever, and I do mean ever. This has only been read by a friend and never really checked so please excuse any bad grammar or spelling mistakes I did not catch. My confidence is fragile; please don't destroy it with flames until my second chapter. Thank you.
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