Ah, found some more warnings...Lookit!
Warnings: Slight spoilers if you haven't finished the anime/manga, me screwing with actual dialog so it's not so actual anymore, gaping holes in the storyline from where we rushed/spazzed out
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"Ryuuzaki's a woman."
The entirety of the Japanese Task Force stared at Raito as if he had just announced that he was gay, alien-pregnant, and moving to the center of the earth.
"...What?" Matsuda asked dumbly. Raito repeated it for him. "That's crazy!"
"Raito, where would you get an idea like that?" Soichiro asked.
"I-"
"Yes, Raito-kun," a silky, growling voice from the stairwell began. "Whatever made you think such a silly thing?"
Raito gaped at Ryuuzaki, who now wore a much baggier shirt and a knowing expression. He tried to speak, couldn't, and shut his mouth. Eyes still wide and making him look slightly mad, he grabbed his coat and walked quickly to the door.
"Going out," he gurgled, and was gone.
Silently, as if nothing had happened, L resettled himself in his chair, in that oh-so familiar position, and resumed staring into a blank screen.
"Yagami-san, your son is very strange."
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Breathing in the cool Tokyo air on the top of a random building, Raito attempted to steady himself. Clear his head. He wasn't crazy. He knew what he had seen. And...
And so did Ryuuzaki.
There was no way he could face him (her?) after that. No possible way! But, he told himself, heartbeat regulating, he was Kira, God of the New World! And, he told himself, he was Raito Yagami, born lady-killer. Surely, he reasoned, L the Woman would be no different.
Raito Yagami couldn't have been more wrong.
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Over the next several days, Raito turned the charm on full blast whenever L was nearby (and the Task Force wasn't, of course.) His efforts were, however, fruitless. And for the life of him he couldn't understand why.
Nor was he entirely sure why he cared. Sure, L was attractive enough. Intellegient, beautiful in a not outer-wordly sort of way, nice body (when you were positive she wasn't male)...but he had no need for companionship, especially that of a female who was, regardless of what anyone including the two mentioned said, his mortal enemy.
But he had always sent any woman he looked at swaying, and L was immune. It infuraited the auburn-haired man. He did not lust after the young detective, and he had no emotional ties to her. But...perhaps if he could get her on his side...?
No. L's sense of "justice" was far too strong. Well, perhaps he could convince her that he was, in fact, justice. True justice.
He licked his slightly chapped lips. Yes, that could work. And even if it failed...No! It would not fail! He would see it through to the end.
L would fall prey to the very thing she had hunted so passionately.