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Y/N could not calm her racing heart as she entered the darkened house. She doubted that anyone ever got used to walking into what they knew was a dangerous situation. But despite her jumping heart, the hands that held her gun were steady.
The team of officers with Y/N stayed close behind as they walked through the house silently.
"Living room -clear." One whispered.
"Kitchen -clear." Said another.
Y/N gestured with one hand for several of them to follow her upstairs. A voice came quietly at her ear.
"Well, Y/N?"
L, who was sitting at a computer miles away, was gripping his knees in concern. He knew that it was risky to distract Y/N while this was happening but he couldn't stop himself from asking. Just to hear her. Y/N's voice came back in a hushed tone.
"Nothing yet. Where, L?"
The detective immediately thought of the most probable scenarios and outcomes.
"You're heading up to the second floor. He won't try to run yet but he will try to fight his way out, and he is armed. He will not hesitate to take drastic measures."
L received no answer but he didn't expect one. All he could hear was a muffled rustling. Y/N moving around. Then,
"Last room. On my word-"
And it all went wrong. Something crashed on Y/N's end and L's eyes widened.
"Stop where you are!"
"Freeze!"
Several voices were calling out warning cried simultaneously but L could hear the sounds of a struggle.
"Put it down, now!"
Y/N's voice commanded sharply but there was no answer. L was frozen and he couldn't seem to think. A terrible feeling was consuming him.
After a moment of torturous silence, a voice replied. A hauntingly chilling voice.
"This is because of you...L."
Two shots rang out.
Silence.
When Y/N woke, it was still dark out and when she glanced at the clock beside her bed, it read 4:15 am.
After Y/N's eyes adjusted to the darkness, she searched the room, already knowing that L had left the bed once she had fallen asleep.
He wasn't in the room.
That isn't strange, thought Y/N.
L often went to different rooms to think or be alone.
Y/N suppressed a smile. Or talk to himself. Y/N chuckled lightly, remembering the many times she had caught L mumbling and muttering to himself.
But still, something nagged at Y/N and she dragged herself out of the warm bed.
She and L were currently staying at a hotel to work a case so the rooms and the kitchen were searched quickly.
It was all empty.
Y/N sighed when she paused at the door.
"L, where are you?"
Then she figured it out.
It had happened before and Y/N quickly slipped on a jacket, knowing exactly where L was.
L heard the door to the roof swing open and shut. He didn't move.
"You know, this is getting to be a bad habit with you."
Soft footsteps made their way closer until Y/N stood beside him, her hair fluttering in the air, her expression that of concern and worry. Y/N shivered.
"You could have at least worn a sweater. You'll end up getting sick."
L still had said nothing, only pushing his hands deeper into the pockets of his jeans.
He heard Y/N sigh but he didn't turn to look at her. He didn't want to because it had been his fault. His fault that she was in danger. His fault that Y/N could be hurt during a case or even...killed.
"L, it's not your fault."
The detective started, thinking for a brief moment that Y/N had deduced his thoughts. But he realized that he had spoken out loud.
He always did, around Y/N.
He felt her hand on his shoulder, turning him towards her gently.
"L, I know that nightmares are part of the reason why you don't sleep but, look, I'm fine and I'm safe."
"For how much longer, Y/N?"
L's question was sharp and Y/N faltered, unsure of how to answer.
"You may be fine now but there will come a case in which one of us or both will not see it finished. Y/N..."
L reached out with a pale hand and he took Y/N's own, drawing her close.
He leaned down, resting his head on Y/N's shoulder and he exhaled slowly.
"Y/N, I've never had anyone like you. It's been strange to learn how to love. And-"
L didn't finish, his voice growing quiet. Y/N reached up, wrapping her arms around the detective. He was so cold.
"And you're afraid to lose this. To lose me."
L murmured something into Y/N's shoulder and she took that to mean yes. He had wrapped his arms around Y/N to press her closer and Y/N had never felt safer. But still...
"L, you know I'm afraid of the same thing. I think about it all the time. But you know we can't always be safe. Especially with what we do. And you know you won't always have control over that."
L's arms tightened around her.
"You know I accepted those risks when I chose to stay with you, L."
"I would have preferred you didn't," said the detective quietly.
Y/N pulled away from his embrace but she stayed close enough to look into his eyes.
"I won't be leaving anytime soon -not while I have a say in it. But whatever will happen, will happen, L, and we can't change that."
L pressed his forehead to Y/N's, his eyes dark and somber.
"I know, Y/N," he said, looking at her like he'd never get a chance to see her ever agin.
And then he slowly moved closer until his lips brushed over Y/N's and both closed their eyes.
His lips are cold too, thought Y/N. But that ceased to matter because L was pulling Y/N flush against him -like he was afraid to let go.
His hands were in her hair, running his fingers through the strands gingerly and slowly.
L moved his lips hesitantly and carefully against Y/N's. He and Y/N were rarely so intimate but he liked the feeling. He liked having her in his arms. Warm. Breathing against him. And alive.
L never wanted to move away when he and Y/N were like this.
L shivered when one of Y/N's hands curled at the base of his neck.
Mistaking his shiver as a shiver from the cold, Y/N pulled away.
"Come inside, L. I think it's going to rain."
L automatically looked up but he pulled Y/N close for one last fleeting kiss.
"Go on. I'll be inside soon."
Y/N looked like she didn't believe him but after briefly laying her head on his chest and holding him tight, she let him go.
Y/N walked back to the door, looking back once at L. He was staring up at the sky again.
Y/N hesitated but she left. And an hour later, when L did return, Y/N felt him sit on the bed but he didn't speak. He only moved closer to her and he ran his long fingers tenderly through her hair.
The movement soon lulled Y/N to sleep, but just before she succumbed to slumber, L's deep and quiet voice whispered,
"I care very much about you, Y/N. More than you can know."
But before she could respond, Y/N fell asleep. And L watched over her all the while.
So I feel that if L ever did have someone he loved romantically, he would have nightmares about losing them and he would be scared that it would be his fault if they got hurt...so yeah.
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