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She Remembered
Chapter10
Two weeks passed, meaning a good quarter of the way into Light, Misa, and Soichiro Yagami's confinement. Watching from the cameras, Jasmine was hit by an icy shower every time she saw the individuals. She just couldn't imagine what it would feel like, stuck in a small concrete box with nothing else except for a chair and a table. It was even worse for Misa; she was bound and gagged. But Jasmine remained strong, remained the master of her emotions, and thus maintaining a stable sense of mind.
Aside from these sorrowful feelings, Jasmine was much more cheerful, although she tried not to show it. She was more proactive during work, and was more prompt when following directions from L. The great detective didn't seem to behave any differently than before, but if one watched closely, you would be able to see how his skin was not so pale anymore, and how a small smile crawled onto his face every time he came in physical contact with Jasmine. Maybe Aizawa spotted something between them, but if he did, he didn't say anything about it. Matsuda, of course, just went on being his usual self; dorky, funny, but still a useful tool in the Kira investigation.
Even though L and Jasmine were still on speaking terms, Jasmine couldn't push away the challenging feeling inside her. L had been her competitor for so long, and to give in so quickly was somewhat unnerving for the young woman. Still, Jasmine was preoccupied, most of the time, with thoughts on L himself; his name, for one, was a topic Jasmine wanted to discuss with him. What did he mean when he said 'part of it'? Part of what? His full name? Private conversations were scarce in the hotel room. People were always bustling about, mostly talking about developments. L did what he does best: sit in front of the television screen and stare.
Honestly, how can someone do that all day and not get bored? She remembered thinking one day.
It was fourteen days since the last time they had a private chat. It was about time. Jasmine had a million things on her mind. Besides, Matsuda was out somewhere (what a relief!) and the rest of the Task Force members were attending to family matters or other business, which left only Watari in the hotel room. He was currently fixing up some snacks in the small kitchen; L had decided he wasn't needed around Misa anymore, since she was so unlike her previous self. Jasmine found that she didn't mind Watari. Perhaps that was because he was in some of her memories of Wammy House.
Getting off the wooden chair she was sitting on, Jasmine yawned, stretched, and pulled back the fluffy white curtains to reveal the afternoon sun. It was low in the sky, casting its glow in every direction. Office buildings and tiny cars below glinted in an orange-ish yellow light. It painted a rather beautiful picture. Smiling, Jasmine savoured the scenery before walking over to L on the two seater couch. He was watching the television intently, but there really was nothing interesting; Light had fallen asleep, Misa wasn't talking, and Soichiro Yagami was holding his head in his hands. Frowning, Jasmine averted her eyes from the screen. L must have saw her discomfort, for he turned off the television and said quietly, "I know it's hard, but it has to be done."
Jasmine nodded, then said, "Don't you have to watch them? What if Light was to show some kind of reaction again?"
L removed his thumb from his mouth and replied, "I do not think things will change for the better, to be straightforward with you. Light has been acting normal as usual, although I can tell he is getting tired and restless. But that could just be another trick of his..."
"You still suspect him," sighed Jasmine
"And what if I do? Can you give me another person I should investigate?"
Grimacing, Jasmine retorted, "Don't start on me again."
Breaking off the stare he had placed on her, L began chewing his thumb again. "No. No, you're right. I'm sorry."
"That's much more better," said Jasmine sweetly. Smiling, she kissed L lightly on his cheekbone, leaving her lips on his skin just long enough for the moment to last in both of their minds, and continued saying, "You're getting very good at this now, Lawliet."
The small smile on L's face was wiped off the moment Jasmine said the last word. His eyes held that zombified, almost tortured, look again. His hair suddenly seemed much more darker. In a low tone, he said, "I'd advise you to stop calling me that."
"Calling you what?" Jasmine played with a fold in her sweater innocently.
"You know what I mean, Jasmine."
"Lawliet. Fine."
"Yes, that. I don't want you calling me that anymore."
"But why not?" Jasmine gestured with her hands flamboyantly. "You said it yourself! It's your name! Why do I have to call you L all the time?!"
"Because...it is my name," answered L, his voice getting smaller and more distant.
Jasmine blinked. "You mean to say, Lawliet is your name?"
"No," L corrected her with a wave of his little finger. "Think about what you said just now."
Jasmine repeated her words, "You mean to say, Lawliet is your name?" She felt stupid.
The small smile reappeared. L teased, "Before that."
"I don't have time for this L."
"We have all the time we need."
And then it clicked. Why do I have to call you L all the time?!
Because it is my name...
L was his name.
"L is your name?" Jasmine said out loud.
L's eyes twinkled with an amused light. "That is correct."
"I never knew...is it true?" Jasmine was clearly very astounded. "L Lawliet..."
All along, she had thought 'L' was just another alias like Ryuzaki or Ryuga. But to discover his true name was really L was simply unexpected. Who in their right mind would name their son after a letter of the alphabet.
"But why L?" asked Jasmine.
Fiddling with a strand of loose hair, L gazed at the ceiling and said in a bored voice, "I never knew my parents; they died when I was young. Therefore I cannot answer that question accurately. However, I can guess that they already knew the genius I would become. So they named me L, thinking no one would know that was actually my true name."
Jasmine had to admit, it was a logical explanation.
She only had one more question left...
"How do you feel about it? Your name being L, that is."
L shrugged his shoulders and replied, "I do not have time for such matters. Really, a name is a name. Nothing more."
"A name is Kira's killing tool."
Smirking, L said, "That is unavoidable. But that doesn't mean we can't stop him."
Tilting her head so a few locks of hair fell past her eyes, Jasmine said, "True. It doesn't mean we can't stop him."
They gazed at each other for a while. Jasmine was sitting with her feet pointing outwards, hands on the seat with her shoulders slightly hunched and hair falling beside her face. L was squatting on the soft material with a hand on his bangs, still playing with them. His other hand was on his knee, gaining his balance. They let their eyes explore the other's mind. Each was complicated and tangled, but one thing was for sure; they loved each other dearly. Even if L wouldn't show his thoughts, Jasmine knew he loved her. And this time, she was certain of it. He really did care for her. Misunderstanding was what got in their way last time.
A hand placed itself on Jasmine's cheek. Startled, she jumped and her eyes widened. The hand traced the side of her face and brushed back the hair, the cold fingertips floating over her skin. Looking up, she saw L watching her gently. He wasn't smiling; his movements replaced all the words and expressions. Jasmine was surprised how close they were. She must've been so intrigued by the story of his name that she scooted closer to him. Now, only a few centimeters separated them. Before, her heart had pumped wildly, exhilarated by the fact of their closeness. Now, she was calm. Surprised, but in a calm sort of way. She didn't know where this control came from, but she was glad of it. She wouldn't make a fool of herself.
L's hand was still caressing her cheek. Trailing a small line down, his fingers found a spot just below her chin, and pushed upwards with his fingertips. He lowered his own head, keeping eye contact with the young woman, who, in return, maintained her eyes on him. Using both of her hands, she covered L's free one on his knee. Leaning forward, she rested one shoulder on his and tilted her head back, so that she was looking up at L, whose hand was following her every move. He turned his neck and closed his eyes just a tiny bit; he could still see Jasmine's face nearing his. Jasmine shut her eyes fully, allowing her instincts to take over from there.
Eager lips found calm lips. It wasn't clear which person was the owner of the eager lips or the calm lips, for their feelings were similar. The moment their lips met, nothing else really mattered anymore, even their arguments. It was like a magical eraser suddenly materialized out of thin air, getting rid of all the mistakes they made. Jasmine's heart flourished, and she knew L was having the same sensation, for his hand moved from her face to her back and pulled her right next to him. Jasmine moved her hand onto his shoulder, the other entwining fingers with L's free hand. She knew she was at last at peace with him. She will remember that moment forever, until she died. She just hoped that they would die together and not apart.
Reading her thoughts, L pulled away, pressing his forehead against hers and murmured, "I will never leave you on your own. I promise you that."
"Don't break your promise, L," whispered Jasmine, hugging him around his middle.
Doing the same, L said, "I won't. I'll remember."
"I'll remember you forever."
Grinning, L lifted her up in his well trained arms and kissed her passionately. She responded by chuckling and running a hand through his hair. They didn't notice Watari walking into the room with plate of cookies. The older man stopped, smiled under his white mustache, placed the cookies on the table and left the room.
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