One Wrong Move (L Lawliet x Reader)

Chapter 10

(Y/n) groaned as she woke up, too comfortable to want to work. Eyes still closed, she stretched and reached over to the other side of the bed, only to realize that the detective wasn't there. She groaned once more and got up to look for him.

"That dumbass better not have gotten himself in any trouble," she grumbled to herself, still half asleep. The girl looked up in the mirror, noticing that her makeup was smudged and her hair was a tangled mess; in these ways, she looked somewhat like the disheveled man she was looking for. Not bothering to fix her appearance, she put on a pair of slippers and wandered around the suite.

"L?" (Y/n) called, looking around in case he didn't bother to respond. The possibility of her finding him in the hotel seemed slim, so she decided to give up for the time being and assume he would come back eventually. The girl decided to go on a walk to clear her head, determining that the rooftop was the best place to do so. She exited the hotel room quickly and quietly and tiptoed down the hall as to not be bothered by any other task force members. As she approached the staircase to the rooftop, she took one last, glance down the hall to make sure she wasn't being followed and ran to the top of the building.

(Y/n) remembered doing almost the same thing when she was a kid; whenever she wanted to clear her mind, she always climbed the oak tree in her backyard so that she would remain unbothered, yet have an enjoyable view. It made sense that she would continue this manner into her adult years, as she has always been meticulous when it came to things like that. The young girl missed those days of innocence and leisure, where the world seemed almost too perfect and serene.

(Y/n) let out an exasperated breath as she looked over the edge of the building, down at all of the people who seemed so insignificant and microscopic from high up. It was the first time she had felt fully alleviated without a single worry clouding her mind. She swung her leg over the ledge and sat down, continuing to peer at the crowds below.

She had almost forgotten about L until she heard his voice yell out from behind her, "(Y/n) what are you doing?" The girl whipped her head around and looked at the detective who was holding a plate with a few cookies on it. Despite the childish choice of snacks in his hand, he looked incredibly serious with the look on his face. His brow was furrowed, eyes widened, and mouth slightly ajar; he appeared to be not only uneasy in his tone of voice, but his facial expressions as well.

Why does he look so worried?

"Don't be a baby, detective, I'm just enjoying the view, " (Y/n) told him, turning back toward the city.

"Get down from there, sweetheart, you're gonna get hurt," L said, a bothered tone lingering in his voice. He bent down to set his plate on the cement near his feet and took a step closer to the girl, who had noticed his advance and shot to her feet. She turned away from him once more and stared off into the distance

"You know, detective, I look down on all these people and it makes me realize how small we all are — how truly insignificant and meaningless our lives are. When the time comes, we're all going to die and none of us will be remembered.

"But the crazy part of it all is those who are doing good will get no recognition once they're dead and gone, but those who do bad will be remembered for their crimes, possibly forever. Whether Kira is brought to justice or not, his life dedicated to killing will be written in the textbooks; his life will be remembered for doing bad.

"In this sick, twisted world, there is no justice for people like us. Our lives are meaningless to everyone else, yet we continue to do what we do, and for what? Do we do this to benefit others, or deep down are we all selfish and hope that by doing good we'll be remembered just like those we are working to defeat?"