(Hiatus) Eyes Of The Gods (L X Reader)

12: Friendship Points

I'm so tired uyhhhhhh Happy Inauguration Day America 🎉🎉

"I couldn't change it." Y/N was asleep, but L was sure he heard her uttering those words. "It's not my fault, I couldn't change it." So he stood and walked toward the bedroom, peeking inside. Y/N was sprawled out on the floor, loosely curled up on her side. She looked ill, sweating visibly, hands shaking. "Nothing... I could have done..."

L blinked, sinking into a sitting position on the floor in the doorway and watching her descend into crisis. He recalled that Y/N had been sent to numerous psychiatric facilities in America, and wondered if this type of fit had anything to do with it. Perhaps she was traumatized as a child and it had stuck with her. Regardless, something unusual had clearly happened. Normal people did not behave like this in their sleep.

She shot up, breathing heavily, her eyes wide and welling up with tears. Suddenly, he felt as though he'd made an inappropriate decision to come here. Was she crying? He didn't think he'd ever see such a thing. Her eyes strayed widely around the room, eventually locking on him.

"What the hell are you doing here?!" She asserted, voice shaking. She was defensive, blinking quickly to dry her eyes.

"Why are you sleeping on the ground?" He countered, not bothering to answer the question. He watched her try to drop the emotion from her face, knawing on the inside of her cheek.

"It felt too weird to sleep in the bed you're supposed to sleep in," she answered half-heartedly, hugging her legs to her chest. She still looked tired, but by then she'd decided that she certainly wasn't going back to sleep. "Why are you in here?"

"You were talking to yourself. Rather loudly, might I add."

"Oh." She hoped she hadn't said anything criminalizing out loud. She lifted a hand to her face and wiped the beaded of sweat off her skin, proceeding to stand and walk toward the doorway in which L still sat. "Am I allowed to leave the hotel room?"

"What, do you have plans?"

She shook her head. She just wanted to get out. She wanted to forget everything for a moment. "I need some air."

"I'd prefer you not to."

"If it makes you feel any better, you can come."

That seemed to do the trick. Y/N figured L just wanted to keep an eye on her and didn't really care what she did as long as she was nearby. He stared up at her, and then shifted out of the doorway, allowing her to pass. She took that as an accepted invitation, and offered him a smile. "Where are you going?" He asked, slowly rising to his feet.

Y/N slipped her shoes on and pulled her jacket from the hanger beside the door. She noticed a corner of blank notebook paper sticking out of her pocket and jammed it ruthlessly back in before he questioned it. "I'm not sure." The keys to her car were still in her pocket from when she and Misa had driven there together. "Do you have a preference?"

"What, you think I'd take away this perfect opportunity to analyze every choice you make?" L tilted his head in amusement. Y/N feigned annoyance, but she had expected this answer from him. "The wheel is yours."

Y/N pursed her lips. "Alright. Let's go."

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"This is your place of comfort?"

"Shut up," the director grunted as they trudged into the Aoyama public cemetery, its path surprisingly well lit. "Like I said, I didn't really have a plan."

The cemetery was renowned for its displays of cherry blossom trees, and said trees lined both sides of the path, branches reaching over to greet eachother. They weren't in season, so none of the trees had bloomed. It was prettier in-season, Y/N recalled. "Still, your default location was a cemetery."