GOD'S FAVOURITE. 𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐲-𝐄𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

GOD'S FAVOURITE.

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Amidst her prolonged sojourn in a comatose state within the Yagami household, Y/N had become an unwitting stranger within the walls of her once-familiar abode. Its traditional charm, a relic of bygone days, appeared distant and foreign to her now. Only one vestige of its former allure lingered in her memory- unfettered proximity to the nearby train station, the sole remaining feature that hadn't faded into the annals of her fractured recollections.

Following their return to the city, she faced the weighty decision of departing from L's apartment, which had been situated above the clandestine headquarters. Throughout the drive back, she remained lost in her thoughts, her gaze seldom when meeting his, and her words scarcely escaping her lips. For the first time, her silence was not born of comfort but rather courtesy, as she had been rendered incapable of uttering even the simplest sentence since he had posed that question and the famed face seemed to have caught on.

At least she had been bold enough to assume as much. If she was being frank this was a day of many firsts and she desired nothing more than him seeing through her answer, just this once. It would be so easy, as simple as tying the string before it unravelled in the palm of her hand, dangling in the air much like his own fate, but she never said a word, instead returning to the girl she assumed had been long left behind and staying silent.

Amidst the arrival of spring, the Yagami residence had undergone a remarkable transformation, shedding the forlorn mantle it had donned during the tumultuous period of Soichiro's breakdown and marriage. As Y/N unlatched the gate and ventured onto the stone pathway, she couldn't help but be captivated by the house's newfound splendour. It appeared as if the very essence of spring had breathed life into every corner of the property. Vibrant flowers adorned the garden, and the gentle breeze whispered secrets through the cherry blossoms of the conversations she could not hear when asleep.

Her tentative approach brought her to the front door. She paused, her trembling fingers lingering on the glistening handle. With an air of anticipation, she pressed her ear to the weathered wood.

Faint murmurs, like echoes of joy one would recall hearing through ghosts still dawdling in the halls long after their part had ended, filled the spaces between her thoughts. From within, it appeared that more than the usual five occupants-Light, Sayu, Soichiro, Matsuda, and herself engaged in animated discourse.

She cast a sidelong glance at the window, where the curtains had been drawn wide open. The lamplight within cast intricate, playful shadows that danced across the room's every surface, their choreography inviting her through. But it was similar too when a resistant would book into their hotel room, no matter how welcoming the space maybe it would never be home, ironic considering she didn't even consider her childhood house her comfort and instead, L came into mind, more specifically their living situation over the past few weeks.

Leaving the apartment alongside him had felt strangely akin to departing from a cherished place woven together with the remnants of a dream, a place where she'd once found solace and belonging. Even though Matsuda was now in their midst, his presence only seemed to exacerbate her unease. She held no fault against him; it was just that she dreaded the inevitable awkward conversations they'd be compelled to engage in when they finally did meet again.

The occasional chuckles that wafted through the air served as an unsettling reminder that he appeared more at peace without her constant presence and it was at times like these that both herself and the task force failed to remember how young he was in comparison, older than her by a mere few years.

She realized her behaviour was utter nonsense, and it entailed a mindset she had struggled to outgrow. Y/N found herself gravitating toward conclusions that mirrored the doctor's opinions man she usually dismissed swiftly without a second thought.