#light agami

“Making money off of your niece with her intelligence?” 

The moment she had decided to help her beloved, (Y/N) knew what she was getting herself into. It was the first topic every night when the investigators parted ways and only her stayed behind to enjoy a little bit of privacy in their lately secluded relationship. It hasn’t been this dangerous since the Los Angeles BB murder case.

“Yet she isn’t intelligent enough so you plan on combining our abilities?”

While Watari was on the line with the investigators who had gathered in front of Ryuzaki, the main head of the Kira case.  “Wait Ryzaki!”, said Aizawa, one of the members of the Japanese Task Force, the very organization to catch Kira. “It does sound a little bit off and dangerous Ryzaki.. another humans life is at stake.”, said (Y/N) calmly as the delicate hand got a grip on her chin, thinking about what plan the detective just proposed. “What does it even accomplish?!”, yelled the same male at the pale man who sat in front of the computer screens. 

“Obviously, to see if the notebook works.”, he answered. His plan was to pick one criminal who was scheduled for an execution and write their name into the Death Note. “Watari, I want you to contact a leader of a country who would agree to this.”, Ryuzaki stated calmly into the microphone, awaiting his butlers response, although nothing came. The only sound that came through the speaks flying into the ears of the investigators was a loud crash- “Watari?”, asked (Y/N) with concern lacing her voice, eyebrows furrowed she takes a step forward.

“Would you still like to meet her, L?”

“Watari what’s wrong, answer us.”, stated Ryuzaki in a low tone, although he as well was concerned for the man he knew almost his whole life.  One thing led to the other and- “Data deleted?”

“What’s going on!”, asked Matsuda as he stepped forward too, to get a better look at the situation unfolding before everyone.  All of the screens in front of the Task Force read “All data deleted.”, were the computers perhaps corrupted? No, this can’t be.

Ryuzakis head lowered, his long and soft dark bangs falling into his face. “No, this can’t be-!”, almost dropping the act, (Y/N) stopped herself. Even in situations like these, she cannot afford to risk her life and give away her true identity, even if something had happened to her beloved uncle.

Luckily, (Y/N) lover and partner in crime beat her to it, cutting her off by an explanation and confirming her dangerous train of thought: “I told Watari to delete all the possible files he can delete if something would have ever happened to him.”, his eyes growing as colder and fixated as a rock on the screen reading the letters, “If something would’ve happened to him.. you don’t mean that he could’ve died, do you..?”, asked the usual cheerful Matsuda carefully.

“H-hey, wait a second-”, stuttered Aizawa as he was glancing around the room, (Y/N)s ears perked up, “where is the Shinigami?!”

Taking a spoon, ready to dive into the plate full of sweet chocolate cake, Ryuzaki spoke up, “Everyone, the Shinigami--”, but before he could continue his sentence, he stopped in his tracks, sucking in the air sharply, making (Y/N) turn around quickly, as if a lightning had forced itself through her veins.

It was silent, “Ryuzaki..?”, asked Matsuda quietly.

L’s grip loosened as the cold spoon softly made its way out of the grasp of the males slender, pale fingers before meeting the ground harshly. A few seconds in and soon L’s body had followed the spoon, right about to hit the linoleum floor. 

(E/C) orbs widening, seeing her lovers figure fall, she acted quickly, catching up to L’s body and falling with it, only to land in Lights- “L, what’s wrong- hey!!”, she started, softly yet harshly at the same time touching L’s cheek.  Her heartbeat quickening, “Answer me, damnit!”, she said as she tried to shake the man back into consciousness, yet he wouldn’t come back.

All that his onyx eyes caught on to were the ones of the most beautiful woman in his life.

“Yes.”

“Would it be alright if I’d bring her around tomorrow by 8?”

“Yes, mister Wammy. I will make sure to be free of any cases.”

“L don’t you dare to joke around, wake the hell up!”, switching back and forth to japanese and english, (Y/N) called out to L. He on the other hand hadn’t found the strength to respond in any form- he didn’t feel pain, strangely enough, he couldn’t feel anything.  Thoughts clouding his mind he couldn’t decipher which was real and which were memories of his life. He heard the voices of the Task Force, Light, Watari, (Y/N)- it was all a mix, echoing in his head. Feeling a certain wetness on his face, like a gentle and warm rainfall a piercing scream was heard.

“Uncle Quillsh, will we go meet the boy you were telling me about?”, setting down her teacup, the little girl smiled as Quillsh Wammy answered with a ‘Yes Miss (Y/N)’. “We will leave today?”, another yes and another excited giggle: “So this is why you made me dress up this fancy.” Letting her short legs dangle down the seat, she let her uncle Quillsh finish up tying her hair neatly into two cute ponytails, before jumping down and taking his hand into hers.

“Why do you think am I suited as his partner, uncle Quillsh?”, asked the smart seven years old. The old man only chuckled at his niece curiosity, “I am almost certain you will get along quite well with L.”

Opening the door to the mansion he left the orphan to solve ‘puzzles’, as he’d like to call it, he lead his little niece inside. “With your outstanding knowledge about human emotions, I’m sure it will be easy for you to keep the little guy in check.”

“In check you say...”, pouting at Quills choice of words, too lazy to attend to more work than the investigations the little girl had to go through under her alas. Waiting for a response after they had knocked on to a door leading to the detectives room, the little girl wondered: would he be another puzzle to solve? Not that she didn’t mind, just like the mastermind himself, she loved the difficulty. But humans are sure far more difficult to deal with.

Stepping inside the room, she noticed a boy sitting in the middle of it, in front of a seemingly uncountable number of computers. “Good morning, L.”, said Quillsh, “This is my niece, (Y/N)”, gently pushing her into his direction, the boy didn’t mind to turn around. He didn’t say anything, but that never necessarily meant that he wasn’t interested into something.

One simple look at the little boy was enough for the girl to determine, that he actually wasn’t as hard to solve as she thought he would be. She wouldn’t even have to keep up with his intelligence, for some reason, that she can not explain, had an easier time than anybody else to read the mononymous person L. He seemed emotionless (that’s how Quillsh would describe him as) but he was still human after all. 

As the silence grew, L slowly turned around, wondering why she hasn’t spoken up- that’s how girls usually are right? Not like he would know though, he never had a friend. 

Th darkest sets of eyes, circled by an unhealthy dark tone met up with beautiful (E/C) globes. 

Yet it wasn’t for her beauty that sparked his interest, it was her unique nature.

He secretly cursed himself in those 40 seconds that he was not able, in his whole life, to ask this very girl- this woman- to be his wife.

“Please, (Y/N), calm down..!”, one of the investigators tried, yet Light only dismissed them. Maybe for his amusement to continue watching his enemy squirm, but something stirred inside of him.

Light's POV

The bell above the coffee shop door rung quietly and someone entered. I turned, seeing the cute boy from yesterday. He was wearing a grey hoodie and black jeans, and his hair was a bit messier, but it was the same guy. I recalled the next from earlier. His name is L.

"Hello," I smiled at him, waving at him as he walked up to the counter, leaning on it.

"Hello, Light," he smiled back.

"What'll it be today?"

"Mocha cappuccino, please. I'm feeling a bit sweet."

Was he flirting? I couldn't tell, but I smiled anyway. Whatever he was doing, he was doing a wonderful job. I was certainly entranced.

"Coming right up," I winked at him as I wandered into the kitchen, fixing his cappuccino as he asked. He stayed at the counter, watching me intently as I fixed his cup of joe.

I finished his coffee, handing it to him as he slid me the money to pay for it. He winked at me, sitting back at his booth next to the potted plant.

As my day went on, he stayed at the booth, occasionally coming up to order another cup or make a flirtatious comment. Other than that, however, he simply stayed at the booth, typing away at his laptop.

When my shift was over, I hung up my apron and walked over to his booth, sitting across from him.

"Whatcha typing?"

He glanced up, smirking at me. "It's an essay I'm writing for my Psychology course."

"You're in college?"

"Yep, are you?"

I nodded. He looked at me, confused.

"Then why aren't you in class, Light?"

I grinned. "I could ask you the same thing."

He chuckled. "You've got me there."

I smiled wider. He seemed like a really sweet guy. He ran his hand through his hair again, only momentarily taming his crazy black locks.

He closed his laptop and finished off his coffee, glancing at his watch. "It's getting late. I ought to head home soon."

"I could drive you home if you like," I spoke suddenly. "I've noticed that you always walk here."

He looked up at me. "That's very sweet, but you don't have to."

"But I want to," I countered. And we were in a stare-off for several minutes afterwards before he finally gave in.

"Fine. But only because it is getting cold and there is a 83% possibility of snow."

I grinned in success. "Well, let's get going then. It's not getting any warmer."

***

L's POV

I sat in the passenger seat of his vehicle, twiddling my thumbs awkwardly. We kept small talk throughout the ride, but, of course, I want very good at it. Until, of course, he asked me about music.

I have a passion for music. I listen to everything from twenty øne piløts to Muse to NF. I also enjoyed The Eden Project and other alternative bands.

I told him this, of course. He seemed very interested. I rambled for another few minutes before I looked up and noticed he was smiling ear to ear.

"What are you smiling for?" I asked.

"You just.... seem so passionate, I guess. I enjoy listening to people talk about what they love." He looked at me as we passed the building at the end of my street. "I like that about you."

I blushed, looking down at my lap. I nodded towards my apartment building. "That's me,"

He stopped the car, pulling into the parking lot and offering to walk me to my room. I accepted.

On our way up, we chatted about music, as well as other things. I learned that we was top of his class, just like me, and that he liked similar music to my taste. I learned that his favorite snack was potato chips, and I told him I loved cake.

When we reached my room, I unlocked the door and turned to him.

"Since you are here, would you like me to put on some tea?"

He accepted my offer, walking inside.

"Take a seat, make yourself at home."

He sat down on the couch, placing his hands in his lap and taking in his surroundings. My apartment was very monochrome and neutral, not many colors, simply ranging from white to grey to black, except for my blue bedsheets. I liked it like that. It was simple, and made for easier concentration.

I finished the tea, walking back over to him and handing him his cup. I sat next to him, pulling my knees up to my chest and taking a fucking sip, babes.

We continued to chat until the clock struck ten and the wind began to pick up outside. By the time we had finally broke away form our conversation, a snowstorm had picked up outside.

"Well," he sighed. "That's certainly an issue. Don't know how I'm going to get home in this weather."

"Hm," I pondered. "You are right. I can grab some extra sheets from the laundry room and you can sleep here for the night."

"Really?" Light asked. "You don't have to if you don't want to-"

"No, shut up. I'm not letting you drive in this damn weather. I'm gonna go get the sheets."

He sighed in defeat. "Okay," he smirked. "Never thought you would invite me to stay the night, aren't we moving a bit too fast?"