This is an L x male! Reader futurefic, years after the Kira case in a timeline where L does not die! You and L are best friends and share an apartment together, but you're crushing hard on the world's greatest detective. What will things come to bet...
Looking through the photos Yume had emailed me, I noticed one thing in particular. There was lots of photos of the same man over and over again. I looked at every picture of him thoroughly. He seemed to be just an average guy, maybe working on a farm or something. He wore stained denim pants and a ragged old tee shirt. Looking closer at him, I saw he was wearing the exact boots that would've left the prints we found in Misa's home.
He was a stocky, dark haired man. The short and stubby type that was clearly raised on a countryside farmland. His face made it clear that he was not Japanese, but instead an American tourist. I sent all the photos to Watari, and asked if he could find a name.
About 45 minutes later, I got a reply.
Joseph Marke. He lives on a family farm in the state of Kansas. He's here as a tourist, and will only be here for another week. If he truly took Misa, he most likely plans to take her home with him. You should talk to him before he leaves for America again.
-Watari
Thank you, Watari, I'll be sure to reach out to him as soon as possible.
-L
~Your POV~
As soon as Lawliet walked proudly into the room, I knew he had some new information for me.
"What's up Mister Detective?" I asked playfully.
"I've got our first suspect." He quirked his lips up into a proud smile, and I couldn't help but do the same.
He caught me up on the situation, and then we devised a plan to find him.
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~A few days later, Your POV~
L and I walked into the police station, going to interrogate Mr. Joseph Marke.
"Alright Yume, are you ready?" L asked me.
I nodded, then opened up the door to the interrogation room. Sitting inside was Mr. Marke, cuffed and seated at the table, a bright white light shining in his face, causing him to squint. He wore a plain navy tee and a worn, ripped pair of jeans. He had on the same boots he was wearing at the mall. His hair was combed but still in a messy-looking mullet.
L and I sat down at the table across from him, and the watching officer informed me that he had been strip-searched for weapons or contraband of any kind. I turned to face L, and then Joseph.
"Hello, Joseph. Do you know why you're in here today?" I said with my monotonous business voice.
He nodded, "I'm a suspect fer.. some kinda kidnapin'." He had an obvious American accent and a deep southern drawl.
"That's correct. We're going to ask you a few questions. Now, can I see your ID?"
He slid over his driver's license, "I ain't got my ID right now. Does my license work fer ya?"
"Yes, that works fine, thank you Joseph. Now for my first question. Do you have any pets?" It seemed like a strange question for a police interrogation, but I had my reasons.
L looked at me strangely, but then he soon saw what I did. Blonde hairs covering his navy shirt.
"Nah, not much of a animal person."
"Who do you live with?" L asked.
"Just my ma. I gotta take care of 'er until she goes. She's stuck in bed until 'er last days now."
I could tell he was telling the truth, but the glance down to his boots let me know it wasn't the whole truth. "No wife or girlfriend? Who's taking care of your mother back in America?"
He cleared his throat, "No sir, no girl. But I'm always in the market if ya know anyone," he chuckled. "My ma is bein' taking care of by a nurse who visits everyday. He's a nice guy, seems like he can take good care of 'er."
"I see. So, who's hair is on your shirt?" I cut straight to the point, not wanting to stall any longer.
His eyes widened and he choked on his breath. "Uh, ya see, i-it's a wig. My ma was sad s-she didn't have no m-more hair... and she want-wanted to feel beautiful in her last days."
"I was told you live on a farm, not that you were a barber. If it really was a wig, there wouldn't be so much hair on your shirt, and you would have to style it. I was unaware you had any experience in the field of cosmetology."
L put his hand on mine, and turned to whisper to me. "Calm down, you can't lose your cool just before we make a breakthrough."
I nodded, took a deep breath, and steeled my resolve again.
"I-I'm sorry sir, I'm afraid I can't understand what yer tryin' to say."
"I'm saying that the hair on your shirt is not just wig hair. That is real, blonde hair. You are wearing the exact type of boots that would leave the prints we found in Misa's house." I felt my rage build, and I gripped my dress pants trying to keep my composure. "I'm saying you're guilty of the kidnapping of up-and-coming model Misa Amane. Now I just need you to tell me where she is and if she's alive."
Joseph looked down to his boots, then finally confessed. "Yeah, sorry to say it, but I took 'er. she was just too pretty to leave 'ere in Japan. I had to take 'er home with me. I had to make 'er my wife. She's alive, jus' a little bruised. She's on a plane to my farmhouse, my brother is gonna pick her up and take 'er home! When I get home again, she'll be waitin' fer me!"
He smiled, but then the smile dropped realizing the consequences of his words.
"Okay officer, arrest him."
(hehe sorry for the cliffhanger but this is going to be my last chapter until after I come back from vacation so i had to make it extra long!)
