Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note, nor do I own any of the characters but Akira Yashahiro. Also, I'm not sure where it REALLY takes place, so for the sake of sakes, it takes place in Tokyo. x3
Chapter
"Now he might say no. In fact, I'm almost positive that he's going to say no...but I'll give it a try," Matsuda warned, before entering the room, where they all were.
"Matsuda, just go. If he doesn't want me...well..." Akira shrugged, "Then he doesn't want me..."
"All right," Matsuda opened the door, "Um, Riuzaki...I wanted to ask you a favor,"
"What is it Matsuda?" L asked, not turning around from his chair.
"W-well...we only have a limited number of people on the case...and...and...well...she's really good at...um..."
"Just say it please, we don't have all day, I'm afraid," L sighed.
"IwanttoaskifmycousinYashahiro-chancanjointhetaskforce!" Matsuda spat out at once.
L sat there, in silence.
Raito, looked over at Akira, eyeing her. A sly smile crossed his face. Akira's stomach churned, slightly uncomfortable.
"No,"
"W...what?" Matsuda peeped,"
"No,"
"Onegai! I'm really good at solving things, and I can think on my feet..."
L looked over from his chair. He stared at Akira. He turned back. "Okay, she can join,"
"Wh...whut?" Matsuda was confused, and in shock. Akira hopped and cheered.
"Arigato gozaimasu!" She cheered.
Everyone was looking at her now, except L.
"Please come here,"
Akira stopped. Had she done something wrong? Maybe she was acting too immaturely. She needed to make a very good impression on him. This was the Kira case, after all.
She walked over to L. This was the first time she'd gotten a good, good look at the infamous L. The infamous Riuzaki, who'd Matsuda complained so much about.
His hair was a jumbled mess, and his eyes showed no sign of sleep...at all. His clothes looked thrown on, and he wore no shoes. There were mountains of sweets by his computer. Teas, cakes, packets of raw sugar partially nibbled on in the corner. He looked at her. His eyes seemed almost empty. The cold feeling they gave out made her shiver, but still, she looked right into them.
"How much do you already know about this case?"
"Um...I know what Matsuda has told me. I know that you suspect there are two Kira's, and that Raito is one of your suspects, and so is Misa Misa..." Akira listed, nervous that should would not seem acceptable.
L nodded, "You are aware that you could die in this case, right?"
Akira's stomach lurched. "Y...yes...I understand,"
"Very well...I have nothing more to ask you,"
It felt like a rope had just tightened around Akira's neck. She wanted to join the case so badly, so much...now she was here. Had she sealed her own fate? Was she really going to SURVIVE this? She was just one person. Barely significant. Or was she? The question reared it ugly head without warning. She didn't have time stop it.
"Are you scared, Riuzaki-senpai?"
L did not respond. He sat there, staring straight ahead. Akira thought that she barely, just maybe saw his hand squeeze against his arm.
"Will you please tell Watari that we're out of frosted cakes?" He said, in a small voice.
"Ha...hai..." Akira stared long and hard at him, and for a brief moment, those eyes had life.