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I was in the Task Force headquarters in the Kanto Region of Japan assisting on the Kira case with none other than L, the world renowned detective. To say I was honored from such an opportunity as this would be an extreme understatement. Working with L was a once in a lifetime chance, and I surely wouldn’t pass it up. L had extended an invitation to me through Watari, the person who basically handled everything besides concluding and thinking for L, who delivered a laptop to my door and opened it with a fancily written letter L displayed. Trust was gained through these little video calls, his face obviously not being shown for privacy and risk, and I was soon asked to join the police officers and L in person at headquarters once I proved my abilities to him.
L was genuinely a good person. He was definitely not what most people would expect at all. You’d probably imagine him looking like a professionally dressed businessman with grooming to the max, but no. L wore plain clothes, slouched, and a constant expression of pure disinterest and indifference with any social interaction. He spoke bluntly and monotonously, which bothered the men some, but I didn’t mind. I value honesty, and sometimes L made me laugh with the things he said. He was unusual, surely, but so is everyone. I found myself quite fond of him.
Right now, everybody had already gone to sleep, and it was pretty late. I knew L would stay up for a long while, probably for another day straight, but I would go to sleep soon. I just wanted to assist him as much as I could before I actually could sleep. I had sleeping issues just like L, and we kept each other company when the rest of the world was dreaming. Sleep was actually something I didn’t look forward to, instead vying for the quality time I got with the intelligent raven-haired man.
L had already decided to have Light chained to him all the time, but the exception was sleeping. They weren’t actually together all day; only when Light was awake. L’s general algorithm for deciding when Light should sleep is to let him go an hour after he starts yawning and requesting to go to bed to ensure he’s actually tired, which makes our job of surveilling him at night a lot easier if he’s unconscious from the moment he gets in the room. Light’s bedroom was completely and utterly bare aside from his bed. There was nothing for him to do in there and nowhere to hide. No means for the potential Kira to do anything but rest and reset.
As L watched, he consumed a large slice of cake. It had fresh strawberries across the top with whipped white icing covering the vanilla cake. It did look good, but I didn’t want to bother L by asking for a piece. I also knew how protective he could be over his sweets. He surely wasn’t one for sharing, though I hadn’t tried my luck before.
“Y/N, I would like your opinion on the probability of Light being Kira even after we had to release him from confinement,” L spoke, shoving another forkful of cake into his mouth.
“Well, I believe it’s true that Kira’s abilities are transferable, and with that in mind, Light had to be Kira before he was detained. I’m sure of that. But, he may not be Kira now. We don’t know if maybe it can shift back to him or not yet. For all we know, Light may not be a candidate for the abilities anymore after they passed, and there could be a whole new Kira from now on until they pass again. With all of that in mind, I can’t really give a realistic percentage, but I’d say as of right now in this moment, I say there’s maybe a 15, no…7 percent chance of Light being Kira. The number being as high as it is solely because I know that Light has great acting and manipulation skills, though I believe that he genuinely may not remember.”
L put down his fork and raised his thumb to his mouth, squinting his eyes at the screen before turning to me and staring. His stares were unsettling at first before I got used to them, so now I just knew to hold his gaze until he focused on something else. He did have very pretty eyes, though, so I didn’t mind looking at them.
“You continue to impress me, Y/N. I am in complete agreement with your reasoning, but I have a notion that Light may get his abilities back. The same applies to Misa. However, I believe you were very accurate. Great job.”
I smiled. I liked hearing L’s praise. He was one of the smartest people in the world and he compliments me on my intellect. Who wouldn’t find that flattering? I surely did, and it made me want to please the man more.
“Thanks, Ryuzaki.”
I looked back at Light’s sleeping figure, covered by the singular thin sheet provided to him. Just from his personality, I assumed he would sleep on his side, and I was correct. Funnily enough, I just couldn’t picture Light sleeping on his back. I didn’t ever see it though, because my assumption was correct. One person I didn’t have a guess on was L. He sits in such a weird position that I have no clue how he would lay down. Would he even lay down? Probably not?
As I was spaced out and staring at the unchanging scene in front of me, I didn’t notice that L was now once again staring at me. When I did, though, I turned to meet his eyes.
“Did you need something, Ryuzaki?”
“I have a theory that I would like to test. I am about 96% positive that my assumption will prove to be factual. Will you assist me in this?”
I tilted my head in curiosity, turning my chair towards him out of intrigue.
“Uh, sure. What do I need to do?”
“You must simply close your eyes.”
“Close my eyes?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Both of our questions will have answers soon enough.”
I rolled my eyes slightly and rested my arms on my thighs. I closed my eyes after a few seconds.
It was dark for several breaths, leaving me wondering what on Earth he was testing. For all I knew, he could just be seeing how long I’d wait before opening my eyes. Or, he could just be seeing if I actually would trust him enough to agree with how little information he gave me. Before I could come up with any more possible theories, I felt something. A warm press on my lips. I froze when I realized what was happening. L, THE L, was kissing me.
The kiss lasted for quite a few seconds, prolonged by my freeze response and disbelief. L’s lips were warm and they sent butterflies straight to my stomach. I was sure my heart had stopped.
He then pulled away, and when I opened my eyes, he had started to pick up his fork, already having a bite of cake on it, and put it into his mouth. I was in a shocked silence, so I just stared as he hummed thoughtfully, chewing the cake. I subconsciously licked my lips, tasting the residue of frosting he left on my lips. It tasted good. Really good. Just as delicious as I would have expected. I had no idea what he was testing.
“Hm,” he said, swallowing the cake and resting his thumb on his mouth as he focused on the screen once again. “My theory was that engaging in that act with you would give me the same feeling as when I eat cake. It was correct.”
I still didn’t say anything, opting for a one-sided staring contest instead. He chewed on the tip of his thumb some more before continuing.
“Actually, I may have been wrong. Kissing you felt significantly better, and in addition, the effects last longer and come with certain pleasant after effects. Perhaps I should have included that possibility,” he mumbled.
I looked away, eyeing the screen as well as I tried to envision how red my cheeks were right now. I wasn’t one to blush, but I’m sure this situation would be a first.
“You must be quite special, Y/N. Some may say I enjoy you more than cake.”