Hello, my fellow Death Note fans. I'm just happy to see the fandom isn't completely dead. Anyways, this is my first fanfiction, so I'm being completely honest when I say I have no clue what I'm doing. I'm simply writing what comes to mind and I just miss L, so I need to make sure he stays alive to me somehow. I'd like reviews, if you have time. I'm going to warn you it's a little slow to begin with but I promise, the best romances don't just happen, right? Anyway, thanks again for taking the time to read it. I hope you like it.
The team that was so involved in catching Kira had dropped from the whole police force to the five of us. It was incredible how little trust the police had in L, the world's greatest detective. Of course, he never shown his face, or spoke with his true voice, but I couldn't help but be compelled by the amount of mystery this man was made up of. I stood in the elevator, watching the numbers light up slowly as it raised me higher and higher with each passing level. I took a breath.
Meeting L had my stomach in knots. After conversing with him over a laptop with a large Gothic style 'L' on it with a robotic voice and no face, I couldn't help but wonder what he'd be like, if he was anything like me. From what it seemed, the way we worked around cases, it seemed he had the same confrontational problems as I do, as well as the attention to detail and the lack of fear towards breaking rules to get to close our cases; even if it meant losing our jobs. At least L worked individually under no one. That didn't change the fact that we were both obsessed with solving puzzles, so much to the point that it was all we had. Of course, L had always been more brilliant. There was a reason he was a legend, and I wasn't.
The elevator dinged, tearing me from my thoughts. I brushed my dark hair over my shoulder and stepped out as the doors parted open for me. I recited the room number in my head over and over until I reached my destination. Stopping at the door, I paused for a moment. This was it, I was going to meet a legend face to face. I knocked.
"It's open, let yourself in." A voice called from inside. It sounded bored and tired. I reached for the knob and turned it, letting myself inside like the stranger had instructed. Stepping in, I saw my fellow investigators. They all turned to me and shot the familiar disapproving look at me to my informal clothing. Jeans and a dark grey, loose tank top. Then, just off a few feet from them, stood a young man in a white long sleeve and baggy jeans and lacked shoes. He stood with his hands buried in his pockets and hunched over. His black hair was messy, his skin pale and his dark eyes looked grey to me, looking at me that sent an unfamiliar vibe through my body. I swallowed.
"Hello, Agent. I'm glad you could make it." The man said. "I'm L."
This man... with the bags under his dead-like eyes and the tousled hair, he was L? Then again, I couldn't be surprised or disappointing, because honestly I wasn't sure what to expect before meeting him.
"Dressing for the occasion like always, I see." Aizawa snorted.
I smirked. "At least I'll be comfortable while you five are suffocating in your monkey suits." I replied.
He scoffed and turned to Chief Yagami.
"Agent Charrett," the chief started, breaking in between Aizawa and I. "L, despite her appearance and the inability to show up on time, I assure you she is one of our best investigators on our team, and I expect her to show you her full respect," he said, observing my current outfit. "That also includes dressing appropriately."
They all worked their way to the couches and sat down. L proceeded to take the single chair at the end, lifting both his legs up and crouching over, placing his hands on his knees. Sighing I approached them, lowering myself down onto the end of the couch and leaning over the armrest.
"With all due respect, chief, I don't really understand the point in dressing like a secretary when I'm not trying to impress anyone. We're trying to catch a killer, not be interviewed by him for a job."
"That's no way to talk to the chief!" Matsuda gasped.
"No," L spoke, catching everyone by surprise while tossing his head to the side slightly and looking upward, his tone still low and bored.
"I completely agree." Every word was so perfectly pronounced, every letter in his words so defined they brushed against my ear in such a foreign way. I was intrigued by this man. "If you all would like to remain in your professional attire, I don't mind, but I don't have a problem if you choose to go without it."
"Very well," Mr. Yagami sighed.
"Now, enough small talk. Please, turn off any cell phones or devices and leave them on that table there." L instructed, glancing to a table behind one of the couches.
We all obeyed.
"Now, I'll start off by saying that no one is to take notes, all of this must be detained by memory," he added.
We continued to discuss the details of our new working conditions and schedules, while he handed out fake badges with fake names on them. L poured tea into the cup before him and sipped loudly, then retracted the cup from his lips and his expression turned to look slightly disappointed.
"Excuse me, L-" Matsuda asked.
"And from now on, I'll have to ask that you stop calling me L. It's Ryusaki - just to be safe." L cut him off, reaching for the sugar cubes and plotting in two at a time.
"Okay... Ryusaki. If Kira needs a name and a face to kill, couldn't we just stop airing that information to the media?" Mastuda suggested.
Matsuda... No, Kira would just rebel and start killing innocent people until he was able to access the criminals.
"Mm if we do that, we'll only be putting the general public at risk." Ryusaki replied.
"Care to explain?" The Chief spoke up.
Ryusaki sighed softly, but I thought that maybe only I'd caught it, it seeming he was becoming impatient with the team's inability to keep up with such a simple reasoning.
"If we do that, he won't hesitate to kill off the innocent people who are withholding the information. 'I'm holding the whole world hostage, so who's it gonna be?'"
The team leaned in, suddenly becoming more interested.
"How do you know that's what he'll do?" Yagami asked.
"Because Kira is childish and hates to lose. I am also childish, and also hate to lose," Ryusaki replied dryly, sipping his tea that was probably gritty with sugar by now.
"That's how I know."
I smiled a little. L had practically recited my thoughts. I suddenly felts that sudden chill brush across my skin. I looked up to Ryusaki, who'd lay his eyes on me, catching my smile. I knew he knew exactly what I was I had been thinking, that we were already on the same page the second Mastuda had opened his mouth.
After clearing up the rest of his thoughts on the case and how to draw Kira out using the media, it seemed things were wrapping up.
"Before we finish here, I'll need to be sure that none of you are Kira, so I need to speak with each of you individually."
"He still doesn't trust us?" Aizawa asked, irritated.
"No, it's a fair request. The information has been leaked from our headquarters, so it's only fair. Plus, by showing himself to us, he's putting his life on the line." Chief Yagami pointed out.
I waited patiently for my turn to be questioned. I was last. The others all came out from the next room of the suite and left after saying a quick goodbye. Chief Yagami was the last to head out before me. He had his jacket draped over his forearm when he turned to me and nodded, reaching for the door.
"I'll see you tomorrow, Charrett."
"Goodnight Chief, give your family my best." I reply with a lazy lift of my hand in a half-assed wave.
The man smiled little, making his mustache lift a little. Then, he was gone.
"Agent Charrett," Ryusaki's voice rang from inside the open door. I stood from the chair I'd been sitting in for the past three hours and approached the room. "Please, come in," L offered. "Have a seat."
I walked to the chair in front of him and sunk back, gazing at the crouched man before me who gazed back. His stare seemed empty and lost, but I knew there was so much behind them. The mysterious aspect of him heightened my interest in him, the things he must never speak about, he could have so many stories and so many incredible thoughts that he keeps locked away forever behind those grey tired eyes of his.
"S. Charrett, I see you're American, and quite young. No living family, no spouse, no children, and the only commitment seems to be your job. You have trouble sticking with the rules if it prevents you from solving a case, and does not work well with others." Ryusaki held a file delicately in front of his face, gripping the corners with just his thumbs and index fingers.
"What? Are the words, 'does not work well with others' actually written in there?" I asked, with somewhat of a laugh dancing in my words. It was sort of true. I hate people, they're never able to figure out simple things because they seem to skim over details that are so important, while they assume they are irrelevant.
He lowered the file from his face and his lips lifted slightly into a smile that I deemed as cute, but I forced myself to look away.
"There's only about a one percent chance that you're Kira," he said, staring at me blankly, the smile already gone.
I blinked.
"How can you be so sure? You questioned the others for hours."
"True, but there are many things about you that don't fit the profile." L started, pushing his upper lip with his thumb. "For example, you don't like people, you don't do your job because you care about them you do it for the justice and the satisfaction, which is the only reason why an attractive woman like you wouldn't have a spouse, or at least a romantic interest for that matter. Kira seems to have this immature view of justice, deeming murder is the answer to rid of evil. I don't see that aspect in you." he sighed. "Mmm, no, you don't have that motivation." he replied, his voice still remaining emotionless. "But there's still that one percent chance."
I smirked. "Then if we're done here, I'll be going."
"Actually, I do have one question," Ryusaki stopped me before I got up, sliding the file to him on the table and inspecting the top of it. "I can't seem to find anything with your full name. Is there a reason for that?"
"You're not the only one whose cautious due to your occupation." I replied, almost involuntarily playful.
"Impressive, it's difficult to detain that kind of information." L replied, still no change in tone. "But, may I ask, you true name?"
I paused. The way he'd asked seemed so harmless. It was like he didn't want it to be same, but because he was actually interested.
I actually thought about it for a moment, then scoffed softly.
"No." I replied simply. "It was hard containing my identity and passing off for someone else. I'm not about to release my name to someone I just met, who claims to be L."
"I understand completely." L replied plainly.
"Well if that's all then," I stood up and nodded to him, heading to the door. "I'll see you tomorrow, Ryusaki."
"Ms. Charrett," Before I had completely slipped out the door of the room I stopped and peered back in.
"Hm?"
The young man perched in the chair stared back at me.
"I'll be looking forward to working with you."
Thanks for reading, I promise, I just wanted to get it started. I'll be adding more very, very soon. I feel that L is somewhat out of character, but I'm doing the best I can! I'm going to twist some things around, but after all, it is a FanFic! Let me know your thoughts, please! I did change from things recently, so if you read it before hand there's a chance a few details changed, just a heads up.