I passively contemplated my position.

It was all really kinky, to put in a crude way... handcuffs? Pinning me to a wall? That just screams steamy roIeplay.

Oh well, he was cute...

Don't get me wrong, I would've enjoyed this - if he hadn't brought my boss and spouted a random number.."Where are we going?"

That was me, trying to break the awkward silence.

"You're going to answer some questions," He replied, and remained silent while he and his buddy dragged me and boss to the station.

...

Wait.

Station.

Oh shit, was he legit?

OK, let me state something. I was always a bitch in highschool -I had bark but no bite. I was afraid of fights and gangs and big people around the alley corners.

I have never, ever been accused of murder or crimes.I was under the lines of goody two shoes with a toulette syndrome.

Sad, really.

I glanced at Shizuka for a moment, her face along the lines of cute and frustrated.

The buddy really didn't know how to handle women did he?

He held his gun awkwardly, and settled with holding Shizuka's hand in a death grip. God, that was cuteee. And Shizuka looked like she didn't even mind. She bit her lips nervously as she strained to fidget away from him.

Okay,remember what I said about how she was a wall flower? She was really shy - her weakness? Cute men/ boys. Ahahaha.

The shota boy stopped to a halt as I slightly ran into him, stumbling. He wrenched the doors open, dragging me with him.

"Uhhh..." I trailed, completely at loss. He looked at me again. I sort of-kind of melted in my baggy gym shorts and Hinata-Akatsuki tee.

He frowned.

"Matsuda," He called. I assumed that was his buddy's name. The poor boy fidgeted, blushing as he tightened his grip on Shizuka's hand. She just looked at a loss.

"You can speak to her," He stated, gesturing to Shizuka.

"I will speak to her," He gestured to me.

I was then dragged to an interrogation room.

Jesus

EVERTHING REVOLVES AROUND DRAGGING AND HANDCUFFS

Damn police.

I sighed, staring at the cup of tea resting on the coaster.

"Hello," He greeted.

"Hi." I muttered.

AWKOTACO. GAYBABY.

"So, I'm going to ask you some questions. Please answer them truthfully, ne?" I fidgeted a bit, playing with the spoon in the tea cup. Fuck, he was really, really sexy right now.

"Do you know who L is?" He prompted.

"Uhhh... a letter?" FUCKFUCKSHITNOYOUBAKA

I'm an idiot.

He continued to stare.

"Okay... I know he's the guy thats on tv trying to figure out the... Kira... case." I mentally facepalmed. Oohhh. So that's why. He thinks i'm Kira because of my name and how I creepily slid in front of him asking for his name...

"Indeed."

He began to inspect me, his eyes curiously observing me.

"I have analysed your movements. You do seem to have an air of confidence similar to Kira, but your actions do not follow. You fidget and seem to lack a sense of social adaptation. After analysing you I had my team indicate if you were telling the truth or lying," He gestured to the small device in his hand. A pulse indicator.

"You were sincere." I sighed in relief.

"My estimation for how likely you were to be Kira has narrowly rounded to 2.7. I recall you asking for my name," He prompted.

I nodded my head. "Can I go home?"I asked.

"Unfourtunately, I can not let you go unless my estimation has been reduced to 0.0. You may refer to me as Ryuuzaki in the meanwhile. You and you're boss are to remain in my custody until the time when the Kira case is closed."

DAMN

He brushed his hands on his pants, accidentally bringing me forward . He quickly pulled a key from his pocket, uncuffing me.

As I rubbed my sore wrists, he slouched out of the door not gesturing me for anything.

I followed him anyway.

Shizuka fidgeted under the gaze of the boy.

He was kind of cute... in a boyish way of course.

"Ano..." He trailed, staring at her.

"Aren't you going to ask me some questions?"She pressed, toying with the sugar wrappers on the table. He rubbed the back of his head, laughing nervously.

"Uh... I am kind of new to this... so do you have any questions?"

She fidgeted a bit before uttering, " Well... we can start with introductions. My name is Shizuka. What is yours? You can also save the formalities, im not very fond of them anyways."

He laughed, before rubbing the back of his head again. "My name is Matsuda.I suppose you'd like an explanation of how you got dragged here."

Shizuka nodded.

"Well the Kira case has been a little sketchy lately so after your friend there-Kira, right?What a coincidence- told Ryuuzaki-san her name, he quickly estimated and found her very close to his ideal suspect. However, I don't really think she is Kira, it's just a bad coincidence that she's got that name and that friendly personality."

Shizuka scoffed in her mind.

FRIENDLY MY ASS.

"Since you know a little more than you're supposed to, I guess you'll be under our custody for the time being or until the case is over." He concluded.

"Considering it's Kira, ill be in a bucket load of shit tonight." She mumbled.

"Hmm?" Matsuda questioned.

"Nothing.." she trailed off, hearing a loud, screechy voice.

In five seconds she had a transparent blue ruler in her hand, rapping in against her palm.

Matsuda blanched.

Authors note- Hey! How you doing? I hope you enjoy this chapter? Oh, and yes I am updating on my phone now. My laptop fell three stories of my apartment balcony. The formats a little weird so I hope you'll bear with me people. Keep favoriting, following and reviewing. 20 reviews probably get you a quicker update! So go, tell me what you think about the story!

Oh, also. Kira does not have a crush on L yet, because she only thinks he's cute. Shizuka is only attracted to Matsuda as well.

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