"Or he's just killing at random, because he has some bullshit god complex."

Aizawa. You don't think he's entirely meaning to be contrary, but he is… All signs point to a face off between the detective and the killer, and yet he refuses it outright in favour of something that seems more reasonable. Kira is not reasonable, regardless of the lives he takes, there's a purpose for each one. A message.

"Perhaps."

L's voice is as calm as ever while he stares at the monitor, not even taking a small glance in your direction when you sink to the couch by his side with a smile up at Mr Yagami when he moves out of your way, distrustful of you but not enough to cause a fuss over your sudden appearance in their team.

You don't know fully what your boyfriend told them, whether he even mentioned that you were dating or not… so you keep it close to your chest, follow orders. Stay unassuming. Even if you want to speak to L about anything, literally anything but the damn case.

"Thoughts?" The low question breaks you out of your uninterested inspection of the footage between you, his lidded eyes flitting over your expression as he examines every emotion you could be feeling with a honed precision. "Do you think that he's killing at random?"

"I'm not a detective, Ryuzaki."

"I asked for your opinion, not your credentials."

The tease gets the attention of the rest of the team immediately, silence falling faster than a pin could drop into the plush, cheap carpet lining the floor. You can feel the lingering stare of the men behind you when you sigh, leaning into the couch with a small lick of your lips to wet them before you turn your head to face him, your gaze not leaving the monitor.

"It's too obvious, half of the kills feel more like he's proving that he can do it rather than to actually kill them. Like a goad…"

You pause for a breath when your eyes break from the screen, catching his intense stare with a fierceness of your own that makes his lips curl up into a faint smirk. Proud.

"There's nothing random about the things he's doing, the time, the people… it's all planned out to the last minute detail."

"Hm… Perhaps you are Kira after all."

"Shut up…"

You almost forget yourself before sitting up straighter, not reaching out to nudge him like you wanted to even if you don't think he would mind… mostly. But you know he has a reputation to uphold regardless of the trust he holds for the team gawking at the both of you as if you'd outright said you were Kira.

Hell, they might have reacted less if you had.

"If you're done staring, I'd like one of you to look through every criminal in a 200 mile radius, not shown to the public, that has died in the same way as the others."

"Right, sorry, Ryuzaki. Is there anything else that we should be looking for?"

It's Soichiro that answers first, hesitant and confused at the sudden shift in the tension, eyes darting between the both of you as L takes a long sip of his tea with a content hum. Not speaking for a long moment while he thinks, slower than he usually does. You were right. He is struggling to pay attention with you by his side, his thigh pressing against your own lazily, unintentional even if he was the one to move closer when you dropped next to him.

"Actually, yes. See if we can get the footage from the store across the street where the group of bikers were killed, all three if they'll give it to us…"

You shoot a quick glance in his direction when he pauses before a blush rises to your cheeks, his eyes already focused completely on you through the dark hair falling across his vision. Distracted. Hungry. He looks like he's seconds from devouring you where you sit, even when his voice doesn't waver.

"And the café on the corner... I believe that is all."

Minutes stretch into hours quickly as you watch L work by your side, occasionally asking for your input with a soft question, but mostly just rambling towards you to keep his mind on track while knowing you're listening with an adoring expression long before he looks over to you. The light dims when the clouds swallow the sunset, the faintest brush of fingers against your thigh making you jerk in shock from your bored stare past the screen.

You barely get the chance to peek towards him before his lips press firmly against your own, sweet and urgent for a lingering second before he breaks the kiss, his hand curling around your jaw with a shaky exhale. And then he moves away, leaving you dazed and wide eyed as the door clicks back open and Matsuda walks in, Yagami in tow while they talk about something you don't care to listen to, instead finding a deep interest in the spoon resting on top of the empty plate in front of L.

"… of them didn't want to 'incur the wrath of Kira.' and it's only going to get worse the longer this is allowed to continue."

"Yes, unfortunately this was bound to happen." L's voice makes you peer back up as he answers the men behind, his tone laced with indifference even if you can feel the light buzz in his body by your side. "Thank you… you can all head home for the day."

"Already?… Are you sure, Ryuzaki?"

L doesn't smile. Doesn't change the limber coating his words as he speaks again, eyes focused forward on the same footage that he's been staring at for the majority of the day. Uninterested and entirely distracted with the taste of you lingering on his tongue.

"Yes. I am." There's a brief pause when his eyes drop to the plate below him, reaching out with a lazy swipe of his finger to catch a bead of stray frosting and licking it off, holding your eye contact, carefully to avoid suspicion. "Rest up tonight, it's only a matter of time before none of us have the time to."

"He has a point, thank you, Ryuzaki… Y/N."

"Be safe..." Your gentle goodbye is cut off with a small squeeze of your thigh as they trickle out of the door, their eyes completely off of L's sudden interest in you. "Sleep well."

The door barely clicks shut before he's on you again, dropping to his knees on the soft leather to push you back into the cushions with a hum, your lips pressing against his in a fervor that he can taste dripping off of your tongue. It's desperate, as if he's been waiting all day for the second he got you alone… and you wouldn't be wrong in that regard.

"Bedroom."

"Ryu…" You hesitate for a second when he pulls away, eyes wide and pupils blown so large you can hardly see his irises as he stares down at your fluster with a rare smirk. "Are you sure?"

He doesn't answer, not with words.

His head tilts with a look that tells you every thought in his fogging mind. Cold fingers curl into your own when he moves to stand, practically dragging you up to follow him. Quick and so very pitiful when he turns on the balls of his feet and pulls you into the bedroom, hurriedly caressing your body to undress you with shaking hands. Urgent and so unlike him to lose his composure so easily.

"I… I know I asked you to…"

Saliva pools into his mouth at the thought of you riding his face, tongue buried so deep inside of you while you use him for your own pleasure.

He swallows, nervous even if his eyes trail down to your exposed chest, the fabric of your shirt falling to the floor as your fingers undo your pants with a soft look, waiting for him to keep speaking.

"I'd like to fuck you instead, if that's…" His brows knit together for a second before tugging you into him, noses brushing gently before he steals a soft, near worshiping kiss from you. "I can't think… I need to get back to work."

"Mm, not a chance… you're staying with me after, understand?"

Mussed, dark hair shifts when he nods immediately, letting you guide him towards the bed with deft hands as you undress him with a sweet grin, quickly pulling his sweater over his head to toss it onto the floor, followed by his pants and underwear.

"Condom?"

"I… right, yes."

A faint, pink blush settles high on his cheekbones when he moves away from you, watching for a fleeting moment while you move back onto the bed, legs spreading as if you're trying to distract him… And you absolutely are, he knows you.

"You're beautiful."

He's never been shy with his praise. Even if he feels out of place giving it he would never hide his adoration to you, every single inch of you is perfect to him, and he will happily spend the rest of his life proving that he's right about it. As if you could have a chance of proving him wrong in the first place, even now.

A small bead of pre-cum drips down his length when he pauses, tentatively crawling onto the bed and settling back on his calves to open the condom with trembling fingers. It's not the first time you've had sex, not by far… but he gets anxious before each time regardless, the worry of not performing well choking him faster than his lust can force it to slip from his mind.

"L, breathe… here, give." The cool foil rests between your fingers as you open the packet and part your thighs for him to come closer. "Get out of that pretty head, I love you."

His head falls onto your shoulder with a gasp when he kneels flush between your parted legs, your hand wrapping around his cock with slow pumps that claw his worry from him forcefully and leave him struggling to speak. The cold feeling of the latex makes him jerk slightly in shock as you roll the condom onto his length slowly, your voice dipping low into his ear.

"I've missed you…"

"I l..love you, I don't think I'll…" Last. You know what he's going to say before he gets the chance to when your leg hooks around his waist, nudging him closer as the tip of his cock rubs slowly through your dripping folds. "I want to make you cum."

"Don't hold back, L… if you cum, you can just do what you wanted, hmm?"

His head snaps up at your tease with wide eyes, realizing with a hiss that you're right. Even if he doesn't make you finish with him, he can claw you over the edge in a hundred different ways without ever fucking you. Your reassurance makes him shiver, his lips parting in pleasure when he jerks weakly into your entrance, soaked and squeezing the tip so perfectly.

The sudden stretch of his cock makes your head fall back with a whine, slow strokes of his length pulling you into a blissful daze as he sinks further into you, patient and careful. No matter how desperate he is, he would never risk snapping his hips forward and filling you in one devastating thrust.

Even if he thinks about doing so… more than he wants to tell you.

"I'm… s..stop looking at me like that."

A sweet laugh pools in your throat when he covers your eyes with a lazy hand, his cock twitching inside of you with every sudden clench of your tight walls around him, hugging him so perfectly that even with the layer between you he's left too close to think.

Small, warm exhales linger against your flushed skin when you curl your fingers into his hair, massaging his scalp tenderly while he gets his breath back enough to be able to move.

With a quick, tentative jerk of his hips he sinks in fully, groaning in your ear while he grips your thigh so hard you know there'll be small bruises blooming on the skin by morning, not that you entirely mind when he's grinding down into you like it'll kill him if he stops. And with each breathy moan that falls from parted lips, you don't think he has any intention of stopping.

"Not… Kira…"

"You're sure?" Your teasing question makes his head fall onto your shoulder, pulling out almost entirely before sinking back in, slowly but no less devastating when he fills you so wonderfully. "G..good, fuck it's… so good."

"0 per..cent … Need you."

"You have me, L… I'm right h..here, take what you want from me."

You regret the reassurance near instantly when his head tilts up to press his lips to yours, his thrusts slipping from a slow, calm tease, straight into unalloyed desperation. Hard. Fast. So deep that you can feel every nudge against your g-spot when he tugs your leg around his waist with a muffled whimper, completely swallowed by you.

"N..not gonna… last."

"I don't… care, I love you."

Darkened eyes roll back in his head when he breaks the kiss completely, lips still brushing against your own as gasps fall freely from him, whiny and too close to care how pathetic he must look, pinning you down to chase his own pleasure even if it claws you with him.

"Touch… touch yourself, please?"

You can't ignore his plea even if it was something you wanted to, your hand dropping between you to rub slow, tight circles against your clit as he entwines his fingers into your other. A small grin curls onto his lips when your back arches into him through your bliss, head falling back into the pillows and giving him unrestricted access to the column of your throat.

"You're… incredible."

It's muffled into your skin while he leaves wet kisses against your neck, eyes fluttering shut with a whimper when you spasm around him at the sound of his breathless praise, clawing him ever closer before he can care to slow his thrusts. And he doesn't. Not when you're moaning so sweetly under him as you fall apart, all because of him.

All for him.

"Y/N, n..need you to cum first."

"So… close…"

Your fingers speed up against your sensitive clit when his thrusts falter, moan breaking in his throat when you clench hard around him, tight, fast pulses forcing him to ride the edge painfully to make you finish first.

And you do.

Your mouth falls open in a loud, breathy cry when he sinks his teeth into your shoulder, not hard enough to bleed, but it throws you into your orgasm before you can bring yourself to speak, tensing hard around his poor, sensitive cock and clawing him down with you.

"F..fuck, tight…"

Desperation laces every movement when his hips stutter to almost a stop, weakly thrusting into your tight, fluttering walls as he fills the condom in long, hot spurts of cum, wishing more than anything that it was inside of your dripping core instead. A low grunt shatters in his throat when you fall limp onto the bed with a shaky exhale, wrapping your legs around his waist to guide him to chase his pleasure with every slow grind into you. Even if he collapses on top of you quickly with a pathetic whine, soft and exhausted.

Neither of you move for a long, blissful moment while you bask in the loving touch of each other. Your nails graze his scalp lightly as he peppers your sweat licked collarbone in small kisses, akin to devotion that he's missed leaving against you after so long without you by his side.

"I… apologize." His voice is breathless when he hesitantly leans away from you, blushing deeply as he pulls out with a hiss and takes the condom off to toss it into the bin by the side of the bed. He almost looks embarrassed… "I should have prepared you more, that was… desperate of me."

"It was perfect, L… come here."

You don't need to ask again when he crawls back on top of you with a content hum, nuzzling into your throat when you curl your arms around him and let him go completely limp against you, exhausted as the stress of the case catches up with him violently.

"Stay."

"Of course I will…"

"No, I mean here." The vulnerability in his tone doesn't go unnoticed when his hands slip under your spine, keeping you securely against him even if you had no intention of leaving him in the first place. "With me, on the case."

"Depends… still not gonna be able to focus, are you?"

"I'll manage, I find myself worrying more when you aren't by my side."

"You're so sweet, Ryu... I'll stay, now sleep. I'm not going anywhere."

⪩. .⪨ a/n: hellooooo I meant to post this a few days ago but I've been caught up with work and apartment hunting LOL enjoy !!!!

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ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ. necessities

"Is this really necessary?"

Ameka's voice was muffled from the black bag thrown over her head. She wasn't cuffed or tied up, just blinded so as to not reveal where they were going. When she forced Matsui to let her meet L, using Kira's identity as leverage, she didn't realize this was what was going to happen to her.

Matsui had taken a few steps back and made a phone call after their conversation, talking wildly and rapidly. The call only lasted a few moments before he snapped the flip phone shut shut, Ameka twiddling her thumbs the entire time. She was attempting to not show the sudden wave of nervousness that washed over her. She was beginning to regret every decision she had ever made, and was debating just running away and forgetting everything she had just said and done. She didn’t think it would actually work.

"L is willing to meet with you." He sounded in disbelief, almost more than Ameka herself. "He's, uh, sending a car soon. We'll wait here together." So they did, standing awkwardly together at the edge of the parking lot. Matsui kept glancing towards Ameka, clearly still tricked into thinking that her previous flirtations were real and not a tactic to get what she wanted. She did the opposite, trying desperately not to look at him for fear of having to face the consequences of her ploys.

It was ten minutes of silent waiting until a black limo pulled in front of them, the windows tinted so deeply that the entire car looked blacked out. Matsui opened one of the back doors and pulled out a black sack, tiny holes in the fabric to create a mesh just tight enough for it to be impossible to see through, but thin enough for one to breathe. Ameka slowly followed him, cautious to not do anything wrong, even if she had never gotten any instructions in the first place.

"You'll have to wear this." Matsui held the bag in front of him with both arms outstretched towards Ameka. He somehow had a wholesome smile on his face, despite the circumstances.

"Are you serious?" Her act had dropped completely, one of her eyebrows twitching in a sudden frustration, a visceral habit.

"Do you want to meet L?" Ameka paused. Was she really willing to put on a blindfold and step into a random car? Just to meet someone whom she knew virtually nothing about?

"Fine." She grabbed the mask and climbed into the backseat of the limo. The front seats were separated by a closed panel from the rest of the vehicle, hiding the driver and possibly someone else in the front seat. After pulling the bag over her head and hearing the door close shut after her, Matsui giving her a cheerful goodbye, she felt the car begin to drive away. 

"I'm sorry for any discomfort, Ms Penber." A monotone voice came from the front of the car. Despite the driver having little to no discernible tone and sounding quiet from the multiple blockages between them, Ameka could tell he was older. Much older than Matsui, anyway.

"It's fine..." She grumbled before dropping her covered head on the window next to her. She could almost see herself being driven to the wilderness and getting murdered for her lack of impulse with random people she found behind police stations. She counted the turns and stops they made, trying to be smart in case she had to retrace her steps, though she began to lose track as the minutes ticked on.

In the darkness of the sack over her head, she couldn't tell how much time had passed. Someone could tell her ten minutes and another two hours and she would not be able to discern who was telling the truth. However, after some minor panicking, she felt the car slow to a stop and lurch forward as it was placed into park. Ameka's heart jumped out of her chest as she straightened up, looking towards the direction of the front of the car.

"You may take off the mask, Ms Penber. I am again sorry for any discomfort you may have felt." As she took the bag off, her eyes adjusting to the car around her, she noticed her door being opened by the driver.

He was older, as she anticipated, with a thick grey mustache and matching grey hair. Thin rimmed glasses were tickling the tip of his large nose and a full suit rested on his old yet not so decrepit body. He looked much kinder than Ameka had initially anticipated, and it shocked her to a degree. With how odd and intense the drive was, she was expecting someone who resembled something from a mob, not a sweet-looking old man.

"You may follow me." She stepped out of the limo into what appeared to be a very small parking garage of a hotel. Ameka tucked her hair behind her ear, suddenly aware of how she likely looked. Her bangs were now stringy and stuck to her forehead from sweat and the harsh layers she always cut herself were tangled and frizzy.

She looked down and slowly buttoned her blouse back up, trying to flatten out some of the wrinkles that had grown from sitting. The two made their way into the entrance of the hotel, passing by the front desk without a word and stepping into an elevator. Ameka wanted to ask questions, such as what the older man's name is and where exactly they were, but she refrained. She knew she still had to appear strong and smart, not the scared 21 year old she actually was.

The man scanned a card against a reader in the elevator and clicked on the highest floor after it let out a resounding beep. The elevator suddenly shifted and shot up, sending that familiar sinking feeling through Ameka's body, like her stomach was dropping down to her toes.

Tiny dings filled the silence as they rocketed into the sky. Ameka shifted back and forth on her feet, anxiety flowing through her veins. Once again, she was reciting a script in her head, hoping that the man next to her couldn't see her sporadic mouthing of words.

Somehow both too fast and too slow, the elevator doors opened into a large penthouse suite. Ameka's eyes were stuck to her feet as the doors hissed and the man stepped out, Ameka following directly behind him, her head still not lifting from her shoes.

To say she was now terrified was an understatement. She wanted to turn around and run back down as quickly as possible back to the lobby, not even caring if she was far away from home. She was quickly realizing how terrible of an idea this truly was, but she was there now, and there was not much she could do to stop it. Not anymore.

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ᴛᴡᴏ. detective

Despite it being late winter in Tokyo, Ameka was sweating bullets as her heeled boots clicked against the pavement.

The cotton fabric of her white button up shirt that she wore to appear more professional was now sticking to her skin as it flapped in the wind. Cars and pedestrians rushed past her, attempting to get to their destinations as quickly as possible, Ameka following suit. She silently recited the script she had planned in her head, slowing as she neared the entrance of the foreboding police department.

She quickly peered into the tall glass windows leading to the lobby, immediately eyeing two female officers at a front desk. Knowing these two would not be as much help as she needed, she kept walking. She needed someone more important, and hopefully someone she could manipulate into doing what she wanted. What she needed. She turned the corner of the building, where fellow travelers no longer trailed around her. The sounds of busy city life slowly dissipated and left her mind quiet as she traveled farther into the dark crevices of an alleyway.

Her clacking footsteps slowed to a stop once she made it towards the back of the building, where a parking lot littered with minimal cars stood. An odd sight for the usually bustling police department. Listening out for any form of life, she heard a gentle, male voice talking rapidly and decided to peek around the corner.

A tall and quite young man with dark hair and happy, innocent eyes was speaking into his cellphone. Ameka couldn't make out exactly what he was saying, but from his suit and tie and the small shine of a concealed carry resting on his hip, she had a good idea that he was possibly a detective. Or, he could at least point her in a better direction towards one.

She straightened up and looked down, unbuttoning a few of the buttons of her shirt to let her flashy, bright pink lace bra peek out before flattening her hair. As much as she hated it, it would be easier to complete the task at hand if she made herself appear more attractive, especially considering he was a younger man. 

She heard his phone flip close and his footsteps echo through the parking lot. With this, she took it as her sign to begin the task at hand, jogging towards him with no hesitation.

"Excuse me, sir?" He turned around swiftly, eyes widening slightly as he watched her bound over to him, holding a large brown purse tightly to her side to stop it from sliding off her shoulder.

"Is-Is everything alright?" Ameka placed a bright smile on her face.

"Sir, are you a detective?" She made her voice high and airy, keeping her hands tucked and tied together behind her back to appear as cutesy as she could possibly manage. She could almost hear him gulp as he scratched the back of his neck.

"Why, yes I am." His attempt to sound confident fell short as he laughed awkwardly from the nerves suddenly enveloping him. This was easier than Ameka had expected.

"Well, that's good. You're working on the Kira case, yes?" The nervousness that was previously attributed to being near a pretty woman suddenly shifted within him.

"Who-Who's asking?" He stuttered out. 

"I'm Ameka. Ameka Penber." She stuck her hand out towards him. The false surname was a quick addition, and she mentally cursed herself for choosing something so idiotic. A detective would likely know Penber's last name, even ones who appeared a bit incompetent. Ameka prepared herself for rejection, her hand sitting idle in the cold wind as it whipped around the sweat lingering on her slender fingers. 

"I am... detective Matsui." Despite his initial hesitations, the man took her hand in his, shaking it gently. Ameka let out a shallow breath as quietly as she could. Her plan was still working. "Would you like to make an official report about Kira? The entrance to the station is on the other side." He pointed towards the way the raven-haired woman had just come out of.

"Oh, well, I was hoping to speak to someone on the Task Force. I have information that I think would do the case very well." Matsui, though still entranced by Ameka's looks, was becoming skeptical. She lowered her head and looked up, fluttering her lashes significantly. 

"Well, I am on the Task Force." He cringed internally as he said it. He knew he shouldn't have, but a primal part of him needed to impress this girl. Ameka gasped and jumped up, squealing like a teenager meeting her favorite celebrity. She was playing the part perhaps too flamboyantly, though Matsui seemed to still be buying it. 

"Oh, my goodness! How lucky am I to find a detective on the Task Force? And a cute one, at that!" She played up the theatrics even more, feeling him get wrapped around her finger. Matsui silently gawked, though he was still trying to play it off as cooly as he possibly could.

"So, what can I do for you Ms Penber." Ameka licked her pink lips and shuffled back into place, a gentle smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

"I'd like to speak with detective L. I know who Kira is." She dropped her act, lowering her eyes and voice back down to their natural states. Matsui audibly gasped in shock, stepping back away from Ameka. The woman stood tall, still smiling. Taking a deep breath, he straightened up and adjusted his tie, attempting to appear unfazed by Ameka's request.

"You, uh, you can't just talk to L."

"Even if I know who Kira is?" The name almost seemed like a bullet to the heart, Matsui jumping out of his skin as soon as she said it again. As if even speaking the name would summon him. 

"Do you mean you have an idea of who Kira is? Because, we already have a lot of leads..."

"No, I know who he is." Ameka's voice came out sharper than she intended, her stubbornness holding strong against Matsui. He looked around from side to side, and one of his hands rested on the buckle of his belt, the other still tightly gripping his cellphone.

"Well, I guess I can take your report then." Ameka shook her head slowly.

"I'll only tell detective L." Now, Matsui was beginning to become irritated. Not to mention, this was beginning to sound more like this girl wanted to meet L, not actually catch Kira. Ameka knew she was coming on strong, but she had more tricks up her sleeve to break Matsui. 

"I don't have the jurisdiction to do that..."

"I thought you said you were on his Task Force. Are you lying to me?" She crossed her arms together in a huff and a whine, simultaneously pushing her breasts up. It was accidental, but it was helpful nonetheless.

"No, no, Miss, I'm not lying..." He sighed deeply and pinched the bridge of his nose. "L is a very careful man, I can't just bring you to him. What if you're Kira?" It was less of an accusation than it was a reasoning.

"If I was Kira then meeting him wouldn't be an issue, seeing as Kira needs a name and a face. I would only have one." Matsui's eyes almost popped out of his head. The general public was not yet made aware of these details of Kira. Ameka almost smiled at his shock, but she kept her footing.

"H-How did you..?"

"May I speak with L now?"

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ᴏɴᴇ. funerals

This was the worst pain Ameka Misora had ever felt.

It was worse than when she was stung by a bee for the first time at five years old, screaming as her mother pulled the stinger out in what, at the time, was excruciating pain. It was worse than when she crashed her bike into a bush at twelve and had to get stitches on her upper thigh, leaving thick, dark scars no matter how much healing it went through. It was worse than her first break up at seventeen with a guy she thought she would spend the rest of her life with, and it was worse than every break up that followed.

No, the worst pain of all was sitting with her sobbing mother as they lowered a casket that had no body inside of it into the ground.

Funerals were not something Ameka was used to at the age of 21. She had only been to two before this, the first being her great grandmother's, but she was so young and was not close with woman, so the funeral was in reality a dreary play date with her cousins. Not to mention, an 89 year old woman dying after living a long and prosperous life was not unusual and quite expected.

What was unusual and grossly unexpected was a 27 year old former FBI agent who was planning on starting a family going missing, presumed dead, immediately after her fiancé was killed by a monstrous serial killer. Naomi Misora had more life to live, but it was cut short. No one truly knew if she had died or not, but after days of her body not being found, and the assumption that the death of her fiancé drove her to a rash decision, she was pronounced dead by suicide.

The thought drove Ameka's long yet unmanicured nails deep into her palms, leaving half-moon dents in their place. Ameka had her own feelings about what had happened. She knew her sister would not have killed herself. She knew that something more nefarious had happened.

Despite Naomi no longer being an FBI agent, her fiancé, Raye Penber, told her many details about the case — Kira's case — that he was following. Specifically, the events leading up to his death. Following a lead suspect onto a bus, which turned into a bus jacking, which ended in Raye Penber showing his real badge to the supposed suspect he was following, and then mere days later his heart attack induced death.

It was easy for Naomi to recognize that whomever Raye Penber showed his badge to was indeed Kira, knowing that he needed only a name and a face. All of this information was relayed to Ameka right after Raye's death, even if it was supposed to be hidden from the general public. One could argue that the sister and almost sister-in-law of FBI agents was not the general public.

The two sisters were sitting in Naomi's childhood room, cups of lemon tea and their mother's food scattered on the floor between them. The older sister was doing quite well despite her circumstances, and she was attempting to organize the information spinning endlessly inside her head. Ever since Ameka was old enough to understand, Naomi explained the things she did with the FBI to her. It was dangerous, and in most cases illegal, but Naomi trusted her sister with her life. Not to mention, what could a young girl with little to no friends even do with this information?

"I need to speak with L. He was the one who sent Raye and the other FBI agents to follow the suspects. He knows who the suspects are." Naomi swirled her pointer finger along the rim of her half empty tea cup, deep in thought.

"Who is this 'L' again?" The words came out sneering. Ameka, despite never having met him, already did not like this L character, knowing that he was the one who sent her sister's fiancé to his death. It seemed Naomi did not reciprocate these harsh feelings, much to Ameka's dismay. Though, she would never vocalize this with her newly grieving sister.

"He's a detective. The best detective. I worked with him when I was still an agent. If I can get into contact with him, or with anyone on the Task Force, I can give them the information I have. Then they can finally catch Kira." Ameka smiled and rubbed her older sister's clothed shoulder, still black from the small funeral for Raye they had just attended. Ameka's second funeral, and unbeknownst to her, not her last.

"He would be proud of you for being so strong." Naomi looked up through her downturned lashes, tears stinging her dark and tired eyes. A hint of a smile grew on her face, the first time it had happened since Raye's death. Without a word she wrapped Ameka into a hug, so tightly and aggressively that the two fell onto the floor in a fit of laughter.

That was the memory that played in Ameka's head over and over as her mother cried in the living room.

Kicking off her black heels, Ameka raced into her own childhood bedroom and slammed the door shut. Despite it making her feel like a horrible daughter, she couldn't bear to comfort her mother once more. She already had to when her father died, and now this? She squeezed her eyes shut and let out a shuddering breath. What would Naomi do? The question swirled in her brain.

Still in her funeral attire, Ameka sat on her bed. Her fully black hair, dress, and tights contrasted against her pink ruffled comforter and stuffed animals that littered the bed. The bedroom was still decorated from when she was a teenager, never growing up with her. She never cared to update it as she got older, convincing herself that doing so would solidify the fact that she had no plans of moving out.

She flipped open her laptop and began typing, opening every article and forum she could find about Kira.

Naomi Misora did not kill herself. Not after everything she told Ameka. She was planning on solving her fiancé's murder, not becoming another statistic. One of the ideas Naomi had was that Kira could kill using methods other than heart attacks, something the general media (and Raye) negated without a thought. Ameka, without a doubt, now knew this to be the truth, and it was her entry into solving her sister's death when no one else tried too. Even their own mother accepted the explanation the police decided on.

As she scrolled, the same name (or letter, one could say) kept popping up. L. An alias for the world's best detective. While Ameka knew that Naomi respected and admired the surreptitious man, she felt differently. In her fiery and grief-littered anger, she saw him as just the same as Kira. They did not kill the same, nor for the same reason, but in her eyes, they both saw people as dispensable and replaceable. Everyone was just pawns in their game of chess.

What they didn't know, was that a third player entered the board, and she was going to win no matter what it took.

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⪩. .⪨ a/n: pls let me know of any mistakes I hope you liked the first chapter!!

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