Frantically, L dialed a number into his phone and began to speak. "Watari, send a vehicle to my location as soon as possible. Thank you," he murmured, hanging up the phone, "our ride will be here in ten minutes."
Ten minutes was a considerably large amount of time when somebody was in the hospital after a heart attack, especially if it wasn't clear whether or not they were okay. (Y/n) began pacing the floor of the coffee shop, wondering if Light would kill his father. Light noticed the girl's anxious behavior and grabbed her wrist, thankfully not the one he had already hurt, tightly.
"Calm down, (Y/n), worrying isn't going to fix anything," Light hissed as the girl tried to slip out of his grasp, causing him to clutch onto her more. She didn't understand why exactly he felt the need to be as obnoxiously possessive as he was, but she did know that if she didn't go along with what he wanted it would hurt; she supposed that her other wrist would be bruised now because of him, and prayed she had more long-sleeved shirts back at the hotel to cover up her marks.
As much as she hated the attention from Light, she found it amusing to see the detective get worked up about it; whenever Light made a flirty remark, the dark-eyed boy would furrow his brows and straighten his back slightly to appear taller. It was entertaining seeing him get protective of the girl, yet sweet that he cared.
"(Y/n), Light, our limo is here," L announced, opening the door to exit the coffee shop. Light still holding onto the girl's arm, ran out the door and dragged her with him causing the girl to stumble and hit her head in the doorway. She felt the pain overwhelm her but did her best to ignore it as she clambered into the back of the car. L climbed in after the two of them, wedging himself in between her and Light.
"Oh sorry, were you two in the middle of something?" he apologized sarcastically, looking at the girl only to see a warm red liquid streaming down the side of her face. She was nonchalant about it, trying not to attract attention from either man in the car, but didn't do well because L's hand reached up to the location of the wound. She was starting to feel lightheaded and nauseated from all the blood she's lost but didn't want to make it into a big deal.
"Darling, your head," he whispered to her, removing his now blood-covered hand from her forehead. He was frantically looking around the car trying to find something he could use to help stop the bleeding.
"Ryuga, is something—" Light began to speak before seeing the girl's bloody scalp, "oh shit, (Y/n), what happened?" Although the boy was very self-centered, he was checking his pockets trying to find something that could help the girl; she supposed he was unaware that he was the cause of the problem and even though she no longer cared for the boy the way she used to, she appreciated the effort he was putting into finding something to stop the liquid coming out of her head.
"It's just a little scratch," she mumbled in response to Light. (Y/n) was just barely holding on to consciousness as the two boys continued their hopeless search to find something to subdue the bleeding. "It's not that bad."
"Stay with me, okay?" L whimpered, leaning the girl's head into his crouched lap as best he could while somehow keeping his white shirt clean of any blood. This was the first time she had seen L genuinely freaking out; even when he received the call about Mr. Yagami, he hadn't lost his composure. Now, his already chaotic hair was even messier, clinging to the beads of sweat that had begun to form on his forehead, and his calmness was even worse. For the first time since she's met him L was scared.
"I don't know if I can for much longer," she whispered, struggling to keep her eyes open.
"You can, (Y/n), you're strong," L said as he stroked his fingers through the girl's hair, untangling the bloody strands as he went. There was something about (Y/n) that gave the detective emotions he's never experienced before: sadness, fear, guilt, love. The detective was sad because the girl laying her head in his lap was hurt, and the blood wouldn't stop gushing out. He feared that she would end up losing too much, and would be seriously harmed from it. He felt guilty that he wasn't able to help her more than he currently was — that his hand covering the wound wouldn't be enough to successfully keep her alive. And for the first time, the detective who had no concept of the human heart had finally learned how to love.
"Ryuga what do I do?" Light asked as their limo pulled up to the hospital. He knew the girl was in great pain, but he also needed to see his father. There was an uncertainty about Light's feelings toward the girl; earlier, he was assertive and controlling over her but now, he seemed genuinely worried. It was as if Light had two personalities to him: Light Yagami and Kira.
The Light (Y/n) met three years ago is a carefree honors student who cares about those he's close to, and would protect them at any cost. He has always had an interest in detective work because he believes in justice for those who are wronged; he wants the world to be a safe place to live in and hopes to be as great of a detective as L someday.
Kira is a manipulative liar who would do anything, including sacrificing those he claimed to be close to at some point, to get what he wants. He's still as smart as Light, yet his brain is being used for darker purposes — purposes that are more malicious than originally intended.
The concept of these two personalities made the girl conflicted, as she wasn't sure which side was his true one, and it appeared that L didn't know which one was his either.
"Go, Light. Go see your father, I'll see if the paramedics can treat her and I'll be right up as soon as I can," he responded, climbing out the limo after Light, who was now running into the building, "come on sweetheart, we're almost there." The detective reached into the limo and picked (Y/n) up, cradling her in his arms and carrying her inside the building.
"L, I'm sorry," she whispered, looking up at the detective with tears in her eyes. A single droplet cascaded down her cheek as her eyes shut. The girl's body fell limp in the detective's arms as he began running as swiftly as possible; he wasn't going to let (Y/n) die. Not now, not ever.
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Opening her eyes, (Y/n) noticed that she was no longer in the back of L's limo but rather in the soft queen bed of the hotel suite. She had no recollection of coming to the room but speculated that L had taken her there after her mishap. Swinging her legs over the side of the bed, she got up and meandered to the bathroom to see the damage done to her head.
She noticed that her once matted, (H/c) hair was cleanly brushed out, blood nowhere to be seen; her forehead, however, was darkly bruised around the site of the wound. She was wearing the same stained clothes she had on before arriving at the hotel and came to the decision that she needed to change.
Returning to the bedroom, (Y/n) sat on the mattress and shimmied her way out of the jacket she was currently wearing; now that she was in a T-shirt, she remembered the prominent bruises placed on her wrists. "You need to stop getting hurt, dumbass," she mumbled to herself, walking over to the closet to find clothes to change into, only to see it was empty; all of her clothes were gone.
Damn it, L.
As if on cue, there was a knock at the door, which was utterly useless since he chose to barge in anyway. The detective's dark eyes fixated on the girl, a small smile of amusement creeping onto his face. "Well hey there, gorgeous," he said softly, bringing (Y/n) into his embrace.
The scent of warm vanilla and strawberries enveloped her as she melted in his arms; she enjoyed the closeness and the warmth he gave her. "L, as much as I'm enjoying this, I'm gonna need to know where you put my clothes," she giggled as she nuzzled into the detective more.
"I took them to be cleaned, " he responded, "you haven't done laundry in a while so I figured I'd help you out."
L leaned his head down to kiss the girl, but ceased, leaving the girl with a confused expression on her face.
"(Y/n), if I ask you something will you promise to be honest?" he asked her, getting a nod in response, "what happened to your arms?"
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One Wrong Move (L Lawliet x Reader)
Fanfiction(Y/N) is a student at Daikoku Private Academy, soon to be heading out into the real world. Ever since she was young, she has always wanted to be a detective. When faced with the opportunity to work with the greatest detective in the world, she can't...
