After a long night of finding nothing but theories, Yvonne left and went into her own room. She was exhausted even if she didn't do much. She stretched, hearing a few bones cracking, and rubbed her neck.
After a long shower, she changed into her new red pajamas and walked into her room. She jumped when she saw L, crouched and biting his finger, on the bed.
"You almost gave me a heart attack. Don't you know how to knock?" She was tired and annoyed. She didn't want to talk to him at all.
"I have something to talk to you" He looked innocent and his wide panda eyes just added to that. She rolled her eyes and placed herself in the middle of the bed, Indian style.
"Well…?" He stared at her for a few seconds before he started to talk.
"You find me responsible for B's death" She scoffed and her eyes hardened at the mention of B.
"I do. You just sent him into the lion's mouth without even considering it. He might have died a little bit later if he was in California. Now that B is dead, should I consider myself the next victim?" He actually narrowed his eyes at her. He looked angry by her assumption and he made a 'tsk' sound, like he was scolding her.
"No. I would never put you in danger" She raised an eyebrow and leaned on her hands, closer to him.
"You did that in the moment you sent me to Interpol" His eyes hardened.
That was an old and long story and he hated it. It wasn't a good idea to send her away from Wammy's but he wanted her to reach her potential. They both entered the same memory lane.
A younger version of D was happily watching A and B annoy each other. B was impulsive and had a bad mouth while A was calm and ignored B most of the time when he was looking for a fight.
"You two are funny" She remarked and just continued to throw pills at B. One hit him in the head. He turned to her and glared at her. She chuckled and threw another one. It hit him right between his eyebrows. His red eyes were full of venom but it was fun for her.
"Stop it. From where did you get these pills anyway?!" He was loud but luckily, there weren't many children in the room.
At some point Roger entered the room and signaled for D to follow him. She pouted but didn't comment. She didn't want to get into a fight with B anyway.
They walked into Watari's office silently. Roger left right away while D walked deeper into the room. She saw L sitting in his weird position and he patted the chair in front of him.
After she sat down, L turned to Watari and nodded. They had some important news.
"D, I am sure you are curious why you are here" She shrugged.
"Not really. My meetings with L always took place in here" Watari sighed. She was such a hard child to deal with. She was only 13 years old but she had the mind of 23 years old.
"We decided to let you go" She furrowed her eyebrows.
"I…don't understand. Are you sending me off to another orphanage?" Watari shook his head.
She was a great asset to the orphanage and she was L's favorite child. She wasn't Alternative or Backup. She was the Distraction. Sincerely, she was also called little Devil by Roger.
"You have great potential. Your deductive skills are impressive. You are not going to another orphanage. You are going to France" She still couldn't understand what he was rambling about. If they weren't going to throw her out then what were they doing?
"D, you're going to be adopted." Her eyes widened and she stared blankly at L. He looked pretty happy with whatever he and Watari decided.
"You're throwing me into the field" Watari nodded.
He thought she would be happy and excited but he got the opposite reaction. She jumped off her seat and pushed L off his. For a moment, he looked taken aback.
"That was unnecessary" He mumbled while getting up.
After a few hours and a few broken glasses, D started to calm down. She didn't want to leave A and B. She knew how big the pressure on A was and she was the only one who could control B's temper. L was selfishly throwing her into the field. Moreover, the family she was going to be part of was a wise choice. She glared at the wall and rubbed her forehead.
"D?" She didn't turn. She didn't want to see him and she didn't want him to see her eyes, which were red.
"Haven't you done enough?" Silence "It was your idea, wasn't it?" Silence "L…you want me out of this orphanage." Finally she turned and faced him. "Why?"
L was as expressionless as always. His body was still young. He was just 15 years old. His mind was twice his real age and his detective skills were 8 out of 10 which meant a lot for a kid his age.
"You are a distraction for everyone here" For a moment her eyes widened and she showed emotions. She was sad and angry. That moment went away quickly. Her eyes hardened.
"Is that what they think or what you think?" He walked closer to her and had the courage to hug her. She wasn't very tall but she did reach his chin in his crouched position.
"I want you to take care of cases that I don't. I want you to protect the people I don't. Paul Noir works for the French Police Department. You will become a member of the Interpol and help those in need"
"Why can't you do that?" She calmed down visibly. The shock of having his lanky hands around her replaced any angst she felt before.
"I can't protect everyone. I trust you enough to do that" He let her go and smiled. It was weird and forced but in the depths of his heart, L was smiling sincerely.
"Back then, I gave up because you told me you trusted me. That was an achievement" She chuckled and messed her hair. "But L, you never realized something" L titled his head to the side and watched her. "I didn't trust you"