Hi, this is my first story, so I'm sort of nervous, haha. I hope you enjoy this fanfic. Please review and let me know what you think. This is just the first of hopefully only 5-10 chapters. I don't want to drag this story out longer than it has to go. Also, the more response I get, the more I'll be inclined to add more quickly. If you wish to know why I chose LxOC, it's simply because there aren't enough. What happened to creativity, people?! ;P Kidding. I love the LxLight pairings just as much as anyone else. But I always saw L as straight. Sorry, LxLight yaoi fangirls! It's just Bishie L from this girl. ;] Thank you, and please enjoy!
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The young woman stood outside one of the tallest buildings she had ever laid eyes on. Her chocolate brown eyes shifted from the left to the right, only to land once more upon the clear glass doors adorning the abnormally large structure before her. 'I wonder if he's overcompensating sometimes,' she pondered, tucking a stray ebony lock behind her ear. 'I can almost guarantee he is already watching me. Or Watari is…probably. Bu-' The girl was jolted from her thoughts as someone stumbled into her, almost sending her frail frame sprawling onto the cool ground.
She straightened her body, spinning on her heels sharply turning to face the offender. The sight lay before her unblinking optics was comical, making her lips twitch with a small smile, barely perceptible to anyone that would be passing by at such an hour. She blinked, staring blankly at the massive cake boxes with legs. A shorter ebony haired male peeked from around the mass, his eyes wide in surprise and an apologetic expression written plainly upon his features. 'He looks dumb.' Her own blank expression did not change as she stared at him. 'Why would HE employ someone who looks like such an easy target? Or maybe he's just an errand boy in disguise. Doesn't Watari usual-' She broke off, as the male began to stammer.
"A-ah! I am so sorry! I can't see w-well…" his head fell to his chest in apology, as was the custom in this country, she noted. His action, however, almost sent the boxes toppling. With a sigh, she plucked a few boxes from the top of the pile, walking towards the glass door. She had made her decision. She was going to tell him what she had seen, and what she knew. She knew he would brush her dream off as if it was nothing more than overreaction to being stressed and afraid for him. The young man's voice behind her stalled her movements. "U-um…you can't…g-go in there. I'm s-sorry; I can take the boxes myself." She turned tilted her head to the side, glancing at him shrewdly through her short tresses, and speaking for the first time since her arrival. "I'm afraid you'd drop a few, and then he would be very annoyed with your lack of dexterity. What's your name?"
He paused, clearly taken aback and indignant at her insult, which wasn't as thinly veiled as she could have made it, instantly irritated at still having to stand outside this building and argue with this insufferable man child, who probably didn't have the slightest clue of what danger he was putting himself in. Or did he? Her phone rang, suddenly, making the girl jump in surprise. She jostled the boxes onto one arm, and pulled out the offending device, flipping it open without bothering to look at the I.D.
"Yes?" Her voice was clear, sharp, and concise. Just that one word made the male realize that this woman, she was dangerous. He watched her nod once, another sharp movement, before clicking the speakerphone button. "Matsuda?" He blinked in surprise at the voice of his boss, the leader of this investigation's voice floating into the night air. "Y-yes, Ryuuzaki?" "Bring her with you. And hurry, I'm quite famished." Click, the dial tone echoed into the night air, and he watched the female chuckle softly, and for a moment he imagined a much softer expression hiding behind that laugh. He quickly went through the security measures of entering the building, the girl following closely behind, not bothering to quell the awkward silence that had befallen them since the phone call had been made.
As they stepped onto the elevator, Matsuda turned to her and smiled nervously. "S-so...I'm Matsuda. And you are...?" Her eyes flicked to the right, piercing him to the spot, her lips pursed in thought. "...Hmm. You may call me Kimi, and I already know Matsuda's not your real name. It's an alias, am I right?" She had pegged the nail on the head, so to speak. From the way Matsuda was shuffling around, even more nervous. Kimi made a grunting noise as the elevator lurched to a stop halfway up the building, the doors sliding open to reveal a large room.
The first thing Kimi noted about the room was the large monitors on the far wall. Next were the two doors, one set undoubtedly leading to the upper floors, but the other door she was unsure of what was behind. Her eyes flitted to a few males bent over a coffee table, seated upon two couches, noting they looked up at her as she slid out of the elevator, and into the room behind Matsuda. Her gaze unwavering, she stepped past the clumsy male, stopping to place all but one of the cakes on the coffee table. She lifted her gaze then, her brown hues landing upon the raven haired male tucked into a computer chair, intently staring at his laptop. Taking the cake box with her, she strode over to him. As she approached, his gaze swiveled back to catch her own. He then lifted a thumb to his lower lip as if in thought, but when wasn't he thinking? 'He's wondering why I'm here, and why I'm not doing my job. Surely he has some clue.' As she went to set the cake down, she paused as she heard a chain rattle.
Her eyes followed the chain, eyes widening perceptibly as she took in the other man in her dream. She shook visibly for a moment, as if she had taken a chill. The man's chocolate eyes met her own, and she looked away from the evil she saw there. She turned her gaze back to the chain, not noticing the way the male's unblinking eyes stared at her. His expression was as blank as her own usually was. As if in a trance, she reached down, lifting her fingers to trail tentatively along he chain that was apparently connecting the two men. 'Why are they chained together? If L suspects the other male, then why would he let him in the same room? Isn't it true that only Kira needs a name and a face? Isn't he playing with fire a bit?' It was the clearing of a throat from behind her that snapped Kimi from her racing thoughts.
She gave a little start, turning abruptly around to face the males all staring at her. She offered a small smile, and a mocking curtsy. "Hi, I'm Kimi. It's quite nice to meet you all," she then turned to L, watching him curl his toes around the chair he was so carefully crouched in. "And I apologize for making you wait for your dinner...Ryuzaki."
"Oh, it's quite alright," he replied in monotone resonance, a twitch of his lips behind his thumb was the only hint of reassurance. He produced a fork from thin air, and opened the box. An awkward silence fell for a moment, then with a mouthful of delicious cake, he mumbled, "Mmm. This is Kimi," he swallowed as he continued. "She will be staying at here for a few days."
She turned to the five males, bowing her head politely. The oldest man stood abruptly. "Ryuzaki!" The man shifted, looking attentively at the eldest of the five men behind him as he popped a piece of cake into his mouth. The elder men went on, "Do you think this is a good idea? Letting someone not-"
Ryuzaki interrupted him. "It will be perfectly reasonable to let Kimi stay, Soichiro. I can assure you she is not a suspect of the Kira case, nor will she be. She is trustworthy." Kimi nodded once in agreement, leaning back against the desk. She covertly snuck a piece of cake before speaking. "Ryuzaki knows for sure I could not be the mass-murdering god-like Kira person that is terrorizing this world." Matsuda started to stand as if to speak his piece, but the tall male with an afro that made her stifle a fit of giggles beat him to it. "Kimi, just how do you know Ryuzaki? And sure, he may trust you, but how can we?"
She shared a glance with Ryuzaki, and he lifted his shoulder in a small shrug as he polished off the last of the cake. Sliding from his perch, he stood slumped over, barefoot, and hands in his pockets. He shook his messy black locks from his eyes, gazing out at the four on the couch. "I have had the pleasure of working with Kimi on a former case. Watari also knew her mother very well. You can trust her, Aizawa. As can the rest of you." Kimi watched his eyes slide slowly to Light, who had been quietly watching the entire scene, a slightly glazed look on his boyishly handsome features. 'He cannot be trusted at all,' she thought, nibbling on her lower lip.