𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄

三十一 | 𝐔𝐑𝐆𝐄

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𝐔𝐑𝐆𝐄

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"Where the hell have you been?" Arata asked in agitation as soon as he and (Y/N) walked into her room and locked the door behind them to keep out any prying eyes.

"With L," she responded casually as she sat down at her desk, raising an eyebrow.

"With... L?" He quoted back, obvious disgust permeating his handsome features as he let the phrase roll around in his head, finding his irritation growing the longer it did. "And why were you with him? Did you know that he sent two of his people to follow me? And that your mother lied about where you were? What the fuck is going on!?"

(Y/N) sighed as she lifted her hand to pinch the bridge of her nose in exasperation, but she could understand his frustration to some extent.

L...

Because he took down the original Kira previously and knows of the Death Note...

It makes everything a lot harder.

"L sent one of his agents here, to my house," she started explaining, letting her elbows rest against the chair's arm rests before lacing her fingers together. "He made up an excuse that he needed to question me about the investigation, but I had no involvement in it. A lie, obviously, because I'm the main suspect. And now... since he has had people follow you... so are you."

"So he knows?"

"I'm guessing, yes, he does."

"...shit."

Letting her lips tilt upward into a small smirk, (Y/N) stood up and pressed the palms of her hands against Arata's chest, gazing up at him with clear longing and innocence. But as she did so, Arata's mind was anything but innocent as he stared down at her, swallowing thickly and resisting every urge to throw her down on the bed and ravish her.

"Arata..." she breathed out, resting her cheek against his chest. "You need to find out L's name. For me, okay?"

"Y-Yes," he stuttered, allowing his hands to rest on her hips and bring her closer. "But how?"

Tilting her head backward to where Edu and Ryuk were lurking in the background, having the ability to watch the whole ordeal but choosing not to, they immediately snapped to attention when she cleared her throat. As they looked into her eyes, they noted how dull the (E/C) color looked, a vast difference from when she was with Near.

"Edu, Ryuk, if I showed Arata a picture of L, would he be able to see his name?"

"A picture?" Ryuk hummed, chains clanking together as his hunched form straightened ever so slightly. "I don't see why not. If one can see someone's name through a television screen, then I'm sure it's no different if it's through picture."

"Then that's how," she turned back to the boy. "I'll distract L. Gain his trust. And then, obtain a picture of him."

"Wouldn't they just suspect you immediately?"

"As long as I go along willingly with whatever they want me to do, what reason do they have to suspect me?" She laughed, hanging from his neck ever so slightly in a pouting way. "Besides... they already know I have other methods of killing people besides a flimsy notebook."

At that, both Shinigami chuckled at her insinuations.

"Still... wouldn't that give them all the more reason to lock you up?" Arata uttered lowly, not at keen of the idea since it would mean that he would be kept separated from her. "The only reason you got caught in the first place was because you kept killing people like you used to do. Now... L has all the proof he needs to send you to jail right now. We both know though, that the only reason he's not doing that is because he wants to first label you as Kira's Successor. And he won't stop until he does. It's the same as it was with the last L."

"Don't..." (Y/N) trailed off, grabbing him harshly by the jaw and bringing him lower so that they were at eye level. "...even compare this situation, with the previous situation. It's completely different."

Arata couldn't help but melt at her touch.

Though her words were harsh and her grip was strong, all he wanted to do was take her in his arms and kiss her. Even now he could feel himself harden at the thought.

"Of course, (Y/N), I'm sorry," he smiled after she released him, having never had the ability to get mad at her, no matter what she did to him. "My only question... this is L we're talking about. Why would he just trust someone he's suspicious of so easily?"

"Oh, don't worry about that," she smirked. "I know exactly how to handle him."

Letting her gaze slide down his body, she almost scoffed when seeing the tent in his pants that he was obviously trying to hide from her, however doing a very poor job of it. Whipping around, she glared at the Shinigami with such intensity that they knew immediately that they were not welcome there anymore, disappearing through the walls to do whatever it was they did when alone.

"So..." she circled him, letting her hands occasionally brush his arm. "Now what?"

"What do you mean... now what?"

"Our Shinigami are gone..." she hummed as stopped in front of him, making him back up until he sat on the edge of her bed. "...so we can do whatever we want."

As (Y/N) let her hand rub the tent in Arata's pants, Near was back at Headquarters with problems of his own. He couldn't get the thought of (Y/N) and her seductive words and actions out of his head—it was driving him crazy in the process. As he tried to resist the urge to call Gevanni over and have him bring her to him, he grit his teeth.

Fuck.

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To be continued...