Favored by the Master of Death Chapter 3

10 Years Earlier

L's age: 15

L stared at the file in his hand, the light from his computer illuminating its words.

"Do you know who it is?" L heard the voice of the NYPD head come through the speakers. Giving the file one more look, L answered.

"It's the girlfriend. She had motive due to the fact that her boyfriend, the victim, was cheating on her. She had means via the gun that she was given by a drug user, who stole it from its original owner and your initial suspect. Lastly she had opportunity when she was at a bar that the manager places her and her boyfriend at the night of the crime. Said bar is just down the road from where the victim's body was found." L intoned, trying to keep the fact that this case had been utterly boring from coloring his tone.

"Is there any physical proof?" the captain asked.

"It was nearly unnoticeable but she had scratched herself on the building as she dragged the body to the store. The scratch was deep enough that it caused her to bleed. A few blood splatters were found on the inside collar of the victim's shirt. The reason it was so hard to find was because said shirt was a deep red color, making it easy for the blood to blend in with the material." L informed.

"Okay we will bring her in. Thank you L, the NYPD could not have done it without you." the captain said as a chat box opened on L's screen reading 'Well done - MOD'. L blinked in confusion. This was a secure network that he himself had set up. Chat boxes didn't even exist in the program.

"Yes, do have a good day." L replied absently, his curiosity piqued as he typed back.

'Who is this? - L'

'An interested party - MOD' the mystery person typed back.

'Interested in what? - L'

'You - MOD' the computer screen glowed.

'Why? - L' L typed.

'Meet me in an hour at the sweet shop down the road from the murder's location. I will tell you when we meet face to face. When you get there I will be at the table under the saying 'the servant bows to the master'. Don't be late Mr. Lawliet. - MOD.

The text box disappeared with a whoosh, leaving L frozen in place, his pale face drained of blood and is brain moving a mile a minute. This stranger knew his name. No one, save for a few people in Wammy's House, knew his name. The panic settled slowly as logic took over, allowing him to speak.

"Watari, get the car ready, I have to go out." L shouted as he shut down his laptop and packed away his equipment.

"Where are you going?" Watari asked.

"To see a man about a name."

Present Day

L's age: 25

Harry stirred and moved to roll over but was stopped by a weight pinning his arm down. He cracked his eyes open and looked down at L, who was still fast asleep, curled against his side.

Harry reached over and pushed L's long locks out of his face and gave a small frown as he took in L's appearance. His pale face had a sick look to it and his eyes sported bark bruises underneath. He hadn't been sleeping well again.

With a small sigh Harry carefully pulled his arm out from under his smaller counterpart, and made his way to the bathroom. He turned the shower on and stripped quickly before he could change his mind and return to L in the bed. As he stepped under the hot water he slowly initiated a mental link with Death.

'How are things?' he asked mentally as he reached for the shampoo.

'Well my young master' Death replied, 'collections have gone smoothly and… young master are you contacting me while in the shower again?' Harry scowled as he slicked conditioner through his wild hair.

'That's not important right now.' Harry bit mentally, not caring to have this conversation again.

'It may not be important to you young master, but the longer we talk the clearer the image of you and your surroundings becomes. Right now I am aware that you are very naked and wet and that is no state for proper conversation.' Death sighed.

'This is no idle conversation to fill my time. I wished to share with you my… ire at finding a Shinigami not where she is supposed to be.' Harry nearly snapped as he reached for the conditioner, 'She is a classification 2 so she can't be written off as a mental human and I know for a fact that she is not on duty. Top notch security was the condition I gave you for creating that world of yours if I remember correctly.' Death grimaced. Getting Harry to approve of a whole separate world had been a hassle, and Harry had always made his position clear of 'Operation Shinigami'.

'I understand my lord. I will get right on it.' Death complied.

'See to it that you do.' Harry commanded.

As Harry cut off the connection Death sighed. He really did like the young master, seeing as they had been with each other for thousands of years, but when he was angry Harry liked to give Death a hard time. It was safe to that right now Harry was very angry.

He stood from his chair and made his way to his closet, pulling out a deep black suit coat to finish his usual, classy attire. He pulled on his jacket and made his way to the door. He had a reaper to collect and some humans to scare.

Harry made his way from the bathroom wrapped in nothing but a towel, only to collide with a sleepy L.

"Hey there sleeping beauty," Harry laughed as he pushed L's hair out of his eyes once again, admiring the beauty of his L, "how did you sleep?" L looked down and shuffled his feet before he seemed to realize something.

"I slept well. I neglected to mention at an earlier time but there are cameras in every room with no blind spots. We also have two people monitoring them at all moments." L informed. Harry gave a wicked grin and looked up to where he already knew a camera to be.

"I know that. I figured that out the moment I set foot in the building and saw you giant wall of screens. You were always overly cautious." Harry smiled, feeling his heart skip a beat at the ease of their relationship, even after what had happened.

"I had figured you would. I am going to take a shower and will meet you in the main room when I am done." L stated and moved to slink passed Harry, only to be quickly snagged around the waist and pulled into a fierce kiss. Harry pulled back and looked at L, who was fighting to hold onto his senses.

"Go shower. I will meet you downstairs." Harry grinned, loving the flustered look in those deep brown eyes, before giving L one more small peck. L nodded and retreated into the bathroom as Harry strolled over and pulled open the top right drawer of the long dresser that took up a wall of the bedroom. In the drawer was several stacks of neatly folded clothes that were much too big to fit L's smaller frame.

'I really do love that man.' Harry thought as he pulled on a deep green, button up shirt and black jeans, ignoring the rumpled and worn look of one of his older t-shirts, the one he knew was L's favorite. Slowly he made his way downstairs and over to Aizawa and Matsuda, who were both sipping on coffee, looking anywhere but the screen that showed L's room.

"Morning." Harry greeted as he sat in the open chair next to the duo, "Enjoy the view?"

"What, n-no." Matsuda stuttered as his face turned a light shade of pink, causing Aizawa to chuckle.

"Relax I'm just kidding around." Harry laughed. While Matsuda continued to flounder Aizawa struck up a conversation.

"So Harry, will you be staying and helping with the investigation?" Aizawa questioned as he leaned back in his chair.

"I don't know yet. I want to spend some time with the previous suspect, and if it gets interesting I will send over my credentials and hope to get hired." Harry responded nonchalantly as he watched Light and his father make their way down the third level stairs on one of the screens.

"I hope you do," Matsuda added, having gotten over his embarrassment, "Mr. Watari said you are really good at what you do." Harry grinned softly as he thought on the little time he had spent with the old man.

"That old dog." He murmured with a grin. Just after he did Light had made his way down the stairs and called out to Harry.

"Hey Harry, I was thinking that if you don't know the area and haven't eaten yet I could show you a small café down the road." Light offered with a welcoming smile, setting his new plans into motion. Harry stood and walked over towards Light just as L made his way down. The detective gave a quick, subtle nod and slouched over to the viewing screens.

"Ya sure, I could go for some fresh air." Harry agreed, looking Light in the eye. Light nodded and moved to get his phone from storage as Harry went to L. He lifted L's downcast face with a single finger under the detective's chin.

"Be good while I'm gone." Harry whispered before placing a soft kiss on L's forehead. L nodded, causing Harry to give him a soft smile before turning on his heel and leading a silently fuming Light out the door.

'Well,' Harry thought to himself, 'time to get to know a serial killer.'

Okay Chapter Three up! To Clow Angel, hopefully this chapter was better in the aspects of going into a little more depth on what the characters are thinking. As usual, tell me what you think via Review, or PM. I genuinely want to know! Thanks for taking the time to read this!

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