"Light, come look here," L said, staring at his computer screen.
Light rubbed his eyes, coming out of the zone he had been in. He hadn't realized how late it had gotten and that nearly everyone else had retired for the evening.
L scooted a bit to the side as Light moved to read what was on the screen, squinting as his eyes adjusted to the different brightness. L kept his computer's brightness way higher than Light's for some odd reason, Light would never understand why and really didn't care to ask. It was just another quirk about the detective.
Light gasped as he put together what he was reading on the screen.
"Are these all recent deaths?"
"Within the past week, same way as Kira. Not the same goal."
"Forward the profiles to me."
Light moved back over to his computer, to check over the new addition to the case. He got the files and pulled them up onto his screen, looking at each one. There were seven total victims. All male, a 19 year old, two 20 year olds, a 23 year old, and three 24 year olds. They were all innocent and murdered around 9:00 p.m. They had direct stab wounds to the chest, no evidence left behind, no traces on video despite video cameras being around them, and nobody witnessing a thing. All the traces of a Kira killing , except for the fact that none of these people were criminals or with their recent discovery, businessmen.
"The 23 year old, Nagai Hokichi, was the most recent," stated L as Light was doing something on his computer.
"Ryuzaki, all their bodies were found with a 10 mile radius of this club... " Light trailed off, noticed that L looked like he wasn't finished talking.
"Yes, as I was saying. It looks like the killer is targeting relatively handsome young men. All of the victims have attended that club before their murder, but none of them were regulars. It seems the killer is targeting people that nobody will notice is gone from the crowd."
"So, the killer is either a member or the club, attends the club, or hangs around the club and follows people out."
"Right, so that's why we're going tonight."
Light could have sworn his jaw dropped, "wait what?"
"Yes, we're going to use you as bait. You're relatively handsome and a I suspect you've never been to a club before. Easy target."
Light didn't know which part he was shocked at, the prospect of him being used as bait or him going to a club with L.
"Well before you use me as bait, you have to buy me a drink first," muttered Light.
L shot him a grin, before dragging him off to elaborate more on his genius plan.
"You want me to wear this?" Light shouted, motioning toward the black leather skinny jeans that L had handed him.
"Yes, I read into it and this is appropriate clubbing material," explained L, either oblivious to or just plain ignoring Light's horror.
"No."
"But..."
"No."
"Fine. Wear what you want."
Light ending up wearing a basic pair of jeans and a form-fitting black shirt, while L stuck with his usual outfit. However, Light did cave on the funky sunglasses and colored accessories that L had bought. They didn't have any problem getting in, since L had fake IDs for the both of them. The only thing L was worried about was loosing track of Light, since they had taken the handcuffs off to better go undercover.
Getting in was the easy part, staying in was hard. For the both of them. Hot, sweaty bodies were packed together like sardines. This pack was frantically twitchy and swaying, trying to keep in tempo with the roaring music around them. Bodies were grinding together in animistic movements. Light's flashed throughout the dark room and people held cups full of dark liquid. The entire place reeked of smoke, sweat, and alcohol.
Light and L were disgusted at the scene in front of them, completely unsure of what to make of this. Light had no idea what to prepare more, and no matter how much research L did nothing could have prepared him for this. If it weren't for the weight of the Kira case dragging at their feet, they would have turned tail and ran before they made it through the door.
Light regained his composure, putting out his welcoming smile which others loved so much. He was a people person more than anything, he could still do that in this pigsty. Looking around, he noticed that off to the left there were tables pushed against the wall with folding chairs next to them.
"This way," said Light as he began towards a pair of open chairs.
L quickly grabbed Light's retreating hand so he didn't lose the teen among the rowdy crowd. Light was his responsibility, so he had to make sure that Light was in his site at all times.
When they sat down in the cool metal chairs, L felt relieved. He was no longer at risk of being forced into the rough sea of bodies and he was grateful to Light's quick thinking for that. L went to put his thumb to his lips and realized he was trembling. He let out a silent sigh. He supposed human interaction wasn't his strong suit, and this wasn't really an ideal situation. Good thing he had Light.
"Man, your buddy is really shaken up. Is he new to this?"
L snapped to attention to see someone talking to Light. L couldn't really make out his features in the dim lighting, but he could tell is that he had dark spiky hair and very tight clothes.
"Yeah, we don't do this often," responded Light, sending what L assumed to be one of his signature smiles.
"Well, there's no better way to learn then experience!" The spiky haired guy chuckled, before leaning over and dragging L out of his chair and onto the dance floor.
"Ryuzaki!" Cried Light, trying to run after him, but was stopped by someone else who L couldn't make out in the dark.
"Let me go," stated L calmly to the spiky haired guy. L was surprised that the guy didn't reek of alcohol like he had expected him to. Instead, he smelled strongly of cologne.
"Chill, just for one song," the dude replied. He was still holding onto L, but moving his body in a strange way that it seemed as if he were trying to dance.
L stayed still, trying to break the guy's grip. He was way stronger than he looked, almost inhumanly strong.
"If you don't move it's no fun!" Sang out the guy, seeming as if he was having all the fun in the world.
L, seeing no other option, roundhouse kicked him in the face. Spiky haired dude barely flinched, but he did release L. That was all L need and he took off running back to where Light had been sitting. However, to L's dismay, Light was not there.
L quickly pulled out his phone. Light had a tracking device on him and L just had to look at his phone to see where he was. They had agreed on this beforehand just in case something happened. Thank god they did. L pulled up the tracking app and looked at the little beeping dot.
Light... what the he-
Suddenly a force tackled him from a side. L landed on his side hard, knocking all of the air out of his lounges. His phone when sliding across the concrete floor and stopped in a pile of beer.
Shit, that hurt
"Man, for a guy your size, you sure can kick."
Oh. It was spiky haired guy again. L didn't have time for this. He tried to get up, only to encounter a weight pushing him pack down. Opening his eyes, he saw the face of spiky haired guy right in front of him. From this distance, L could see he had gold eyes that were most likely colored contacts.
"Let me go."
Spiky hair guy smirked before responding, "Not very likely. You see, i'm pretty pissed. I wanted one dance and I got a kick to the face. How rude is that."
"And it's not rude to force someone to dance?"
Spiky hair guy leaned closer, his lips brushing L's ear, "Yes, but you see, nobody can piss me off and get away with it."
L took this opportunity to bite down on the closest piece of skin he could as hard as possible.
"OW YOU LITTLE SHIT!" Shouted spiky hair dude, but it was too late.
He was relaxed just enough to give L the upper hand. L was able to shove the man off of him and take off running out of the disgusting pin. He didn't bother with his phone, he knew where to go. He would never return there. Ever.
L ran as fast as he could in the direction that his phone had shown Light was in. He was lucky, he caught up to Light. Light was being led by a figure with black hair and an entirely black outfit. Neither of them noticed L's presence yet, so L decided for now he would keep it that way.
"Okay Light, this is what I wanted to show you!" A bubbly voice exclaimed. The voice belonged to a girl, who couldn't be much older than 19.
"What is it Misa?" replied Light. He sounded strange, like his voice wasn't his own. To L, it sounded very monotone almost like it wasn't Light speaking.
The girl - Misa - giggled. A knife appeared in her left hand out of thin air and she swung it.
Right at Light's chest.
a/n: HEY LOOK IT'S MISA. Okay so I apologize if L was a little OOC. So yeah this is pretty much where the parallels shatter. Yeah, the Yotsuba group is still relevant, just... later. Maybe it's moving too fast. At this rate, this story is going to end up with like 30 chapters. Sorry if it's iffy I don't have my glasses on rn and they're over there . ANYWAY hope you enjoyed. Any mistakes are because i'm an engineer, not a writer ;)
xx
Jay