In this report is the account of the Kira case from the perspective of the lead detective's assistant. I was hired for reasons unknown to me by a dear friend of mine 7 weeks before Kira began killing. If this report is to end suddenly, I have most likely been murdered. In which case, this report should fall into the hands of the children of Wammy's.
My name is Y/n L/n, born female and 23 upon hire. I had no next of kin at the time. I will be your guide through the Kira case. For context, my alias of the time being was A/n.
As long as I remain alive, I pray no one must inherit this document for you'd have the responsibility to finish this case.
To my dearest, Wammy. I know that if I'm to pass, this information will fall into your hands, but in the case we are in now there is a possibility that if I am to die, you will as well.
Rest well, my friend. From one liar to another, I’ll see you in hell.
The door creaks open behind him, a sign his young assistant is back with his request. Sure enough, Y/n's smooth voice breaks the silence.
"I've brought your cake, sir. Is there anything else you'd like before I retire for the day?"
L acknowledges the question without turning to face her with a raise of his hand, a small gesture she'd gotten used to and she places the dessert in his palm.
"No, I don't believe so... Actually, I believe the ICPO has faxed over their requests for the new case. Will you put the papers on my bed?"
A rhetorical question, of course. No matter how kindly he asked, which wasn't very much, she was required to do whatever he pleased within moral and inexpensive legal boundaries.
Striding over to the fax machine and picking up the documents, Y/n left the room and went to place the papers on the front of his bed. Noticing the mess of sheets, she sighed and and set the papers on the floor before leaning over and remaking the blanketed mattress. Once finished, she moved the papers on the bed and came back into the main room.
As she picked up and laced her shoes, she watched L work. From where she was standing, she could only see his slouched back, spine slightly protruding through the white material of his shirt.
She had a sudden urge come to her, to hold him in her arms and to see if she could count and trace each vertebrae. And if she were to hold him, Y/n would start from his long, dark locks and slowly work her way down his back, softly massaging his bones. Realizing her highly-inappropriate train of thought, she quickly spoke her goodbyes for the night and left the room without another word.
As Y/n's feet carried her to her own assigned hotel room, L thought of her too. Watari had told him he needed social practice and someone to take care of him. L argued that he had Watari for both of those things but Watari dismissed him, saying he wasn't always going to be around to help. He had reassured L that Y/n was a close friend of his and she was a wonderful, bright woman and L had reluctantly agreed to her paid presence.
In all honesty, he had expected an elderly woman around Watari's age. That was the first time his speculations about Y/n were wrong. Upon introduction, L had barely spoken, simply taking in her youthful features. In hindsight, it was an awkward meeting but nonetheless, Y/n treated him with grace and didn't mind his poor manners.
She was quite beautiful and quite kind, always offering to do more work. It felt nice, a beautiful woman as she taking care of him and assisting him on cases. She smelled of strawberries and new books and whenever she came close enough to hand him something, he caught a whiff of the comforting scent.
All of this aside, L didn't like Y/n. He had no information on her, no last name, age or birthday. He had no idea who she was outside of work and something about not having that information rubbed him the wrong way. Without an upper hand, an advantage, she was an equal and that was unacceptable. So, he came to the conclusion that his feelings of hatred were for her, not his lack of information, therefore he wanted to treat her like she was disposable. But Watari quickly put a stop to the disrespectful behavior and tried to maintain a cordial relationship between them.
Now at this exact moment in time, which happened to be 9:56 pm in Eastern standard time, while Y/n stripped and showered her exhausting day off her body, L began to read the documents she had laid on his bed. Scanning through, he realized he had overestimated the amount of time they had and immediately phoned Watari, telling him to get the jet ready. Then, he hesitated for a second, debating on making the 70 foot trek to Y/n's personal hotel room or calling her instead.
Stepping out of the shower, Y/n's phone rings in the other room. She wraps a towel around herself and hastily dries her feet in order to not soak the carpet. Picking up her cell, she answers the phone as she begins to rummage through her suitcase for clothes.
"A/n, it's Ryuzaki. Please pack your belongings and meet me in the runway in 35 minutes."
Knowing she had no time for the outfit she usually wore, a buttoned dress suit, Y/n plucked a randomized t-shirt and pair of sweatpants out of her suitcase. Dressing quickly, she grabbed all her bathroom necessities and threw them in her bag, sliding on a pair of cream sneakers before leaving the room, case in hand.
Climbing out of the taxi, Y/n checks the time on her cellphone as she wheels her belongings behind her.
Three minutes before scheduled takeoff, Y/n began to climb the steps of the jet and smiled upon seeing Watari already inside, seated in the pilot's chair.
"Hello, Watari. Beautiful night for stargazing, is it not?"
Without needing to move, he recognized the voice and made a sound of agreement.
"Absolutely right, Miss Y/n, as always.
Satisfied with their small talk, Y/n continued on with a gentle smile and noted L's position.
He was sat on the right side of the plane, the foldable table opened in front of him displayed a game of chess in which he moved the characters without care for the traditional rules.
His lips wrapped around his thumb as he moved the black queen two spaces down and one space across towards a character that appeared to have previously been the white knight, now painted an odd color of crimson. He smiled and picked up the black king, giving the black queen a gentle nudge one might consider loving then smacking the red knight off the board and onto the floor.
"Good evening, sir." Y/n knelt down and picked up the chess piece, placing it back on the table, before setting her bag in the seat opposite L and sitting down next to it. "Would you mind telling me the details of the new case?"
"A murderer. He kills his chosen victims with heart attacks. He seems to believe what he is doing is justice based on the fact of the matter that his victims are criminals."
Immediately pulling out a notepad and ballpoint pen from her pocket, Y/n flips several pages until she finds a blank one and begins to write with fast and nimble motions.
"What is the percentage that he may be a victim or witness to a violent crime?"
L watches Y/n scribble down her ideas over his game of chess, slowly placing the red knight to the side of the board and merging the black king and queen, placing them next to eachother and turning the white pieces to look away.
"23 percent. I believe it's more likely he has a god complex and is fueled by corrupt morals. From the way he kills to the matter of which he seeks attention, I believe he would be a regular man with high intelligence and a large ego."
Nodding, she closes the notepad and leans back into her seat with an tired look.
L traces her closed eyes with his, realizing her attire and her naked face probably meant she was about to go to bed when he called.
"At this point, aren't all our killers men with big egos?"
L raises his eyebrows, noting her language wasn't professional as it usually was.
"Yes, it does seem so, doesn't it?" L picked up the black queen and examined her closely, blowing air on her with his mouth and then setting her down in front of him, "How long has it been since you got eight hours of consecutive sleep in a night, A/n?"
Opening her eyes, she tilted her head and shook it slightly as if to rid herself of exhaustion.
"Three weeks and two days. I suppose my lack of sleep may be effecting my attitude. I apologize. May I inquire something, L?"
L. Not Ryuzaki, L. She must be more tired then she lets on, with a slip like that.
"Of course you may, Y/n. Ask away."
He responded with the same amount of unprofessionalism, dropping aliases as she had.
"This case couldn't wait until morning. I've heard of murder by invocation of a heart attack by use of drug and vigilantes aren't rare. What is so important about this killer?"
He answers without a beat,"The murders are being committed simultaneously around the world. No same substance is found in the each victim, nor are there substitutes for said substances. I believe this case may have something to do with the unbelievable, the unthought of. It needs my immediate attention, therefore, as soon as I read the ICPO's requests and acceptance of my working on this case with Japanese Police, I knew we needed all the time we could take. Speed is necessary in gaining the upper hand against a man who will not stop killing until dead or caught."
Y/n hums, pauses and then stands up, heading towards the back of the plane without a word.
Returning after several minutes, L noticed she carried a laptop under her arm tightly, a glass of red wine in that hand and a piece of strawberry cake in the other. Placing the cake in front of L, she sat back down in her seat and opened the laptop, setting the drink next to the computer.
"What are you doing, Y/n?"
"I am documenting this case. I'd rather like to think when I'm old and withered and losing years, this is something I might look back on with understanding. Also, based on what you say, if this is truly a case of the unnatural, I want to be as natural as possible to counter that. And what's more natural than documenting a case?"
Lifting a forkful of cake to his mouth, L hummed in agreement.
"I suppose you're right-" He swallows and grabs another bite, "-the most unnatural thing is to be natural in a situation of unfamiliar inhumanity… Quite a thing, to be human in a life unlived."
"Quite a thing. Let us explore the unknown with open eyes and a searching gaze."
To an outsider, it would seem they were speaking utter nonsense as if the two were mad poets. But to each of them, the words were felt deep in their souls and hearts.
Y/n sighed slow and sure then picked up her drink and offered it to L with a kind, toothy grin. At first, he doesn't understand but then he realizes it's a cheer and taps his fork against the side of her glass gently. She sips her drink, types a few keys and backspaces with a scoff.
Time could stop for a moment or two and L wouldn't notice. He would notice if she flinched or laughed or blinked but she did none. All she did was sit and bask in his presence as the plane propelled them to their location and all L did was watch as she typed, pretending he is focused on his chess pieces who rattle and fall into his lap.
Somewhere, in a place across the world, the reason they are traveling sits at his desk, pen in hand and smiling face. Neither man spoke a word as they stare at a computer, the only thing between them and what they want. More information. A name, a face, a truth, an understanding, a peace. And neither man will gain either for the computer sitting in front of them each holds no answers to their question.
Who is the enemy, and what is their name?
A/n; Hi friends! This is chapter one of a new, multi-chaptered deathnote fanfiction. I’m so excited to hear your feedback and produce more chapters for you all! Let me know what you think and what you’re looking forward to! <33
