Death Note one shots and short stories

Eye Contact

They say that your eyes are the windows to your soul.

My mother used to tell me that I would know who my soulmate is when I look into his eyes.

"Its a very special feeling (First Name). When you look into his eyes for the first time, it's like everything you have done until then was leading you to that beautiful moment. You would feel as though your life finally has meaning."

My mother fell into a depression when my father was killed in a hit and run. She became sick, and when her time came she gave me a message I would never forget.

"When you meet your soulmate, love and cherish him. Just like how I loved and cherished your father."

Today would've been her birthday. That is why I am out right now.

It was a tradition for us to go out for a slice of cake, so I'm heading to the cafe.

My mind wandered to the last time I saw my mother healthy. It was four years ago, when I graduated from college.

My dad was so proud of me when I received my degree in psychology.

My dad helped me set up online connections with various governments in order to have steady work. This online work can be done anywhere, and I never have to go to an office or move for promotions. All I need is an internet connection.

So when my mother died, I was able to move somewhere new without needing to resign from my job.

That was when I moved to beautiful Tokyo, and now I am assisting on the biggest case I've ever worked on, the Kira Case.

It's been a while since L had contacted me, wanting to know why his suspects have suddenly began acting innocent and sounding like they had no idea why they were suspects in the first place.

I can only guess that the memory loss has caused the case to stagnate.

I was brought out of my thoughts when I was knocked over.

 (L's pov)

I was waking briskly, attempting to escape Misa and Light.

Even though I have both suspects tagged with a tracking chip and wiretaps, I just felt the need to get out of headquarters for a while. The taskforce was driving me crazy because we have no new evidence.

Everything we currently have points to these two teens being the killers, but now they both seem to have no memory of being Kira.

I cut into a small side street and almost immediately ran into someone while looking back to make sure I had lost the couple.

"Are you alright? Sorry for running into you. I really should watch where I'm going." I heard the voice of a young woman.

I looked over and saw that I had indeed knocked someone over.

"Its alright, I'm unharmed. I wasn't paying attention to my surroundings either. Are you alright, though?" I asked, as I stood up. I held my hand out and felt a jolt of electricity as the girl placed her small hand into my large one.

"I'm good." She replied as we looked each other over.

Our eyes met, and I lost myself in her gaze. I felt whole, like I haven't ever felt before.

It was as if I had been missing something all these years. Something I never knew had been missing.

A piece in the puzzle that was my life, found and snapped in its proper place. I knew what this was, that this girl was meant to be my soulmate.

So I asked her if she wanted to go somewhere to talk. She explained that she had been heading towards a favorite out of the way cafe with the most delicious cakes she had ever tasted. This sounded perfect to me, so I agreed to let her lead me.

Once we reached the street closest to the cafe, with her merely nodding to the side street that she usually took, I decided to make haste in arriving to our destination. I held her hand and all but rushed into the place. 

The lighting was a little dimmer than the cafe Light had shown me near campus, but it worked rather well for me, being more used to dark rooms with little light.

We sat in the back corner of the cafe, introducing ourselves while waiting for our orders to arrive.

I learned that her name was (First Name), and I introduced myself as Ryuzaki. I told her that I worked in law enforcement.

"I'm a criminal profiler. I do all my work online, so I can work from pretty much anywhere, with my private wifi." She told me, once our orders arrived and the waitress left.

"Can you profile me? I want to see how accurate you are."

"Let's see. I did notice that when we agreed to find a place to talk, you led me here briskly. Although my mind was elsewhere when we ran into each other I did notice that you were breathing heavily, I suspect you were running from someone. You didn't seem afraid, so you weren't being chased by anyone who was likely to cause harm to you, at least not at that moment. In fact you appeared determined as we walked here. This tells me that whomever you were escaping from was either people who are confrontational, or not the kind of people you are comfortable dealing with."

"Now, onto your physical appearance. Tired look, eye bags and hunched shoulders. You look as though you are carrying the weight of the world; likely from a stressful case. The eye bags and tired expression tells me that peace is not something you know well. You don't allow yourself to rest, due to any moment bringing the possibility of major change that wouldn't necessarily be for the better. Your determined not to lower your guard for a moment. So, your line of work isn't just stressful. It's dangerous as well. The amount of sugar supports this theory." She paused to take a sip of her coffee and to look me over.

"Your pale skin, clothing and hair lead me to believe that you don't go out much, preferring solitude over crowds. You don't go out, therefore, you feel no need to dress up. There's no need to care about your appearance when few people would see you. Though I suppose with the kind of job you have, your appearance isn't something you see as important." She paused again in thought, and I shrugged. I never really cared about my appearance when all I do is is sit in front of a computer screen all day.