𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄

二十五 | 𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐘

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𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐘

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"(Y/N)!" Mio rushed to embrace her daughter, having been worried sick ever since she went up to her room to check on her, only to find her and Agent Gevanni missing. "Where have you been!?"

"I apologize for scaring you, Mrs. (L/N)," Gevanni gave a low bow, his lips set into a thin line. "However, due to unforeseen circumstances that must remain classified, I had to bring your daughter to Headquarters to thoroughly question her. Rest assured, we do not suspect your daughter, but she has given us key insight on the investigation and would like it if she could continue to assist us."

Then, he flicked his eyes down to the meet (Y/N)'s, her smile seeming to grow wider when she caught him looking.

「 TWO HOURS AGO 」

"You will continue to come here under the pretense that you are helping the investigation team search for Kira..." Near stated, no longer interested in the toys around him so her kept his fingers busy by twirling a lock of his white hair. "When actually, we are to be keeping an eye on you, and so on."

"Or... investigating to see if I am Kira's Successor," (Y/N) grinned, most in the room grimacing at how nonchalantly she said it.

"Yes, there's that too."

"If you wanted to keep me close, you could have just said it, L," she crooned, her eyes narrowing as she tilted her head,, gazing at him not with affection, but irritation. "There's no need to be shy now."

"The audacity you have..." Aizawa scoffed, folding his arms over his chest as he glared down at her.

"What can I say?" She flipped around so that she was now staring at him, not once breaking eyes contact as a sneer settled onto his lips. "I just love to tick people like you off."

"You little—" Aizawa stood up, Near's next words however halting his actions.

"It's best not to engage with her so defensively like that," Near suggested, keeping his gaze steady on Aizawa until the man settled back on the couch.

"Aw, L," (Y/N) hummed as she then crept closer to Near on her hands and knees, thoroughly enjoying the way everyone stiffened with how completely at ease she was acting, even flirtatiously so. "If you wanted me to not talk to other men, you really should have just said so."

"I know what you're planning," he instead swatted her comment away with an observation of his own. "If you really wanted to get under our skin, you should have devised a better way to go about that."

"And here I thought I was getting to you," she shrugged, the amorous persona that she had donned then dropping as she gave a shrug, letting a coy smile settle on her lips before sitting down directly in front of him. "But what's surprising me more than any of this... is why you haven't locked me up yet. If you really do suspect that I'm Kira's Successor, wouldn't the killings stop immediately if I was locked up?"

"That would not benefit us," Commander Rester interrupted, his steely blue eyes fixated on her form. "Say there's another Successor out there—then we wouldn't know who was committing the murders."

"Mr. Rester here is right," Near nodded along, tapping a finger against the steel floor to get his point across. "The data would be insufficient."

"So... I guess that just leaves monitoring and observing me," (Y/N) stated.

"Naturally."

Rolling her eyes, she then scooted a bit closer to Near, her eyes sweeping over the array of toys before stopping on a lone figurine. Eyebrows raising, she slowly picked it up, letting the pad of her thumb wipe over the face.

"Kira-S... Kira's Successor..." she observed. "Do you really think that it's me, L?"

"Yes, I do."

Chuckling, (Y/N) grabbed his hand and handed the figurine back, closing his fingers around it. He glanced down at it for a second before looking back up at her, his expression of neutrality never once fading as he stared into her eyes. What they didn't notice was how the other agents in the room were starting to shift uncomfortably. Even though it was only their first meeting, a lot could be said about the twos' interaction.

Flicking his eyes to his watch, Gevanni coughed lightly, successfully gaining everyone's attention as he announced, "It's getting late. If we don't want to arouse suspicions, we should probably get (L/N) back home immediately."

"Of course," Near nodded, turning his back to (Y/N) so he wouldn't have to meet her eyes. "Take (L/N) back. And... continue searching the schools. We don't want this... other Successor to have cause for suspicions now that we already have someone we suspect as the original Successor. We have every reason to believe that they want to gain the original Successor's attention."

"Yes, L," Gevanni affirmed his thinking, grabbing (Y/N) by the arm and hoisting her upward, something groaned at. "But... how do we proceed with her? She could very well run after we let her go like this. Is that... really okay with you?"

"Yes," Near turned, finally meeting her gaze again. "She wouldn't do something as rash as that."

「 PRESENT 」

(Y/N) lay in her bed with her hands laced behind her head, staring up at the ceiling with wide eyes, unable to fall asleep.

I was caught...

I was careless...

But I met L. and... there's someone out there that wants my attention.

Chuckling softly to herself, she placed a hand over her mouth and turned over, trying to stop the incessant bouts of laughter that kept spilling from her lips. Edu—having seen and heard everything—now stood in the corner of her room, his head cocked and his red eyes burning with intrigue. He didn't know what was so funny. In fact, if her were her, he'd have been right about pissed about everything from that situation.

But she...

She seems pleased.

"Hey... Edu..." (Y/N) called out after she was done laughing, breaking in deeply and then exhaling softly. "I really can't wait for tomorrow."

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To be continued...