Chapter Two ~ Detective L

I stared at the man before me, my eyes sweeping over him as I drank in his features. I know I didn't come into the room with any expectations, but even if I had, they would have been blown out of the water. The man who stood before me wore a pair of faded blue jeans that hung from his hips, a baggy white polyester shirt that draped limply around his shoulders. The neck of the shirt hanging lower on his neck, exposing his pale collarbones. His skin very pale, almost a porcelain white and his large owl-like eyes onyx in colour and rather dull looking, as if they were shards of dirty coal. Under his eyes, were heavy dark circles indicating that he clearly doesn't sleep very well, if at all. His mouth held in a tight white line, but I could just about make out the sculpted full lips. His raven hair fell dishevelled around and in his face, grazing his thin shoulders. He was very tall, however you couldn't really tell due to his slouched shoulders, and he was rather thin. He was fairly handsome, needed a sun tan and definitely needed to eat more by the looks of it, but good looking all the same.

I blushed at the direction of my thoughts and turned my eyes to the ground where I could see his pale feet. He lifted one foot and began to rub the back of his calf muscle. A silence settled between us, he was the first to break the silence, his voice monotone, "Hello (F/N), I am L."

I glanced up into his emotionless coal eyes and smiled slightly, "A pleasure to meet you in person, L," I replied, extending my hand out to him. He took my hand weakly in his cool fingers and shook it once before letting his hand retreat back into his pocket. He nodded over to a lavish living area, two pink and red sofas sat opposite each other with a small coffee table in between, along with a sizable chair of the same colour. He lead me through to the seating area and climbed over the arm of the chair, standing on the cushion before sitting. But he didn't sit normally, he just brought his knees up to his chest, resting his hands on top of his knees. His front arching over as he stared at me intently.

"That's a rather strange way to sit, isn't it painful?" I enquired, rubbing my temples, a dull headache forming behind my eyes.

"No not at all. It helps me think. If I were to sit like you, I would lose about forty percent of my ability to function as I do," He explained, his large eyes staring intently at me.

Nodding, I carefully perched on the sofa, just a little way from him and watched as he placed his hand up to his face, pushing his index finger into his mouth and chewing lightly on his skin. Definitely a nervous habit, clearly meeting up in person has driven him out of his comfort zone. I cleared my throat, taking out my phone and placing it on silent before putting it on the table, it would be rude if it were to go off while we were discussing the case. I turned to the man beside me, my eyes assessing him intently, "So I am here to work on the Kira case?"

L glanced at me, his eyes brightening slightly at the mention of the case, "Yes. Unfortunately this case has become far too big for me to solve by myself. So I will be requiring your help. I am already working alongside the Japanese police."

I nodded, twisting my hands in my lap, "Do you have any suspects?" I asked, untying my hair and letting it fall in loose (H/C) waves around my shoulders. I peered up at the man as he stared directly into my eyes, making me feel slightly uncomfortable.

"I have one at the present time. And there is a seven percent chance that he is, in fact, Kira," L murmured, chewing on his finger, fidgeting slightly in his seat.

I shook my head and sighed, "A seven percent chance isn't that much to go on. Can you be more specific in why you think this person may be Kira?" I questioned, narrowing my eyes as I gazed at the man.

L pondered this for a moment before taking his finger out of his mouth and pulled gently at his lower lip, "So far the only known evidence I have managed to gain against him is rather circumstantial. There is no clear way of being sure that he is Kira, however I cannot shake the feeling that Kira is right under my nose," He explained, as Watari entered the room, wheeling in a cart with a tray of tea and various assortments of sweets.

The elder gentleman placed two teacups on the smooth coffee table and poured the coffee into the alabaster cups. The dark liquid sloshing around the rims. Then he placed a small sugar container next to L's cup and a cup of cream before placing a plate of cake on the table.

"Would you like anything to eat, (F/N)?" L asked, turning his attention to the sweets on the tray.

I cast my eyes over the various treats, chocolate cakes, tiramisu, strawberry cheese cake, toffees. I shook my head once and smiled up at Watari, I wasn't in the mood for sweets. The man smiled and retreated, leaving the tray next to L and handing the man a small envelope before taking his leave.

"Sugar?"

I glanced back at the slouched man next to me, he held the sugar container and held it out to me. Taking one sugar cube, I dropped it into my coffee and added cream before tentatively taking a sip, closing my eyes euphorically as the liquid passed through my lips. Damn this was good coffee. I placed the cup back onto the saucer and turned back to the man, "Who is this suspect then?"

L's owl-like eyes rested on his own coffee as he began to add his sugar, my eyes widening at the sheer amount of sugar he was placing in his cup. I wrinkled my nose when he stirred and brought the cup to his lips, with more than six sugars, man has to be sickly and disgusting. He held the cup away from his mouth as he turned to me, his voice monotone as he spoke, "The person who I suspect to be Kira is named Light Yagami, he happens to be Chief Yagami's, of the Japanese Police, son."

I nodded my head in understanding, "Well that would make sense. He could easily gain access to his father's access into the system and pull criminal names, but one thing I don't understand, how is Kira killing?" I questioned, turning my (E/C) gaze onto L as he picked up a fork with his index finger and thumb and took a bite of the strawberry cake that was next to him.

"Well that is easy, so far I have managed to deduce that Kira kills only needing a face and a name. However recently there has been a second Kira, who only needs to kill with a face," he explained, his mouth full as he took another bite of cake.

"But that doesn't exactly explain how he is killing. If Light Yagami really is Kira, how can he kill with just a name and a face to go on?" I pondered, stroking my chin thoughtfully. This case was definitely going to pose a challenge.

"How indeed. So far as I am sure you are aware, however Kira is killing, he prefers the method of heart attacks and he can clearly control his victims actions shortly before they die," L paused, chewing as he waved his fork around, his eyes settling on me, "As far as I am concerned, in the realm of probability, this would rank virtually impossible, yet still Kira remains at large and the killings have not stopped."

I stroked my bottom lip thoughtfully, "Would you be apposed to my talking with Light to come to my own conclusion?" I asked, raising an eyebrow at the man as I brushed a lock of (H/C) hair behind my ear.

L glanced at me, a small smile on his lips as he licked the frosting from his fork, "Not at all. I would love to have a second opinion. It can only confirm my thoughts or help draw a new conclusion," he said with his mouth full, "You may as well question his 'girlfriend' too, Misa Amane."

I chuckled, placing my hand over my mouth, "Why do you say 'girlfriend'?" I asked, gesturing with my fingers at the status of the girl.

"Because they are not technically going out. Light only agreed to it in order to figure out whether she is the second Kira. So far he's come up with nothing, but I am sure it is just a ploy to deter me from the fact that they are both, in fact, Kira," the raven haired detective explained, his eyes assessing my reaction carefully.

I nodded, "Makes sense," I smiled holding my hand out to him again, "I will help you catch Kira and put him to justice."

L smiled and nodded, shaking my hand with his cool fingers again. The simple touch sending a jolt up my arm, electrifying my nerve endings, the hairs on my nape standing on end. I blushed and turned my face away from him as he relinquished his hold and pushed the envelope into my hands.

"What's this?" I questioned, cocking my head to the side as I opened it up. Inside was a fake drivers licence and a fake shield from MI6. Each had my face on it but not my real name. I glanced up at the man, confused.

"Kira can only kill you if he knows your real name, having an alias will help keep you safe," he explained, his voice laced with an unidentifiable emotion, "And from now on you are to refer to me as Ryuzaki, understood?"

"Of course, Ryuzaki," I smiled, bowing my head as I placed the drivers licence over my original and the shield on my hip.

L jumped to his feet and clambered over the chair, placing his feet into a pair of trainers and walked over to the door. He glanced over his shoulder, his hair partially covering his face, "Are you coming?" he asked in a bored tone.

"Where are we going?" I asked, walking over to him, swiping my phone off the table and standing next to the man, my shoulder bumping his upper arm. He inhaled sharply as he glanced down at me, a faint blush dusting his cheeks. My head only coming up to his shoulders as I glanced up at him.

He snapped out of staring at me and stared at the door instead, stuffing his hands into his pockets, "We are going to meet the rest of the task force."