𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄

三十二 | 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐒

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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐓𝐖𝐎
𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐒

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When Arata left the (L/N) household looking more ruffled than usual, immediately four people knew exactly what happened when he was in (Y/N)'s room.

The first, her mother, Mio.

Her reaction was quite unexpected considering (Y/N) was her daughter, but she was excited. Excited since she had never once shown any interest in romance, but now after seeing how close the two were, was quite content with then daydreaming about the twos' future wedding.

The second, her father, Wayne.

He had arrived home by the time Arata had walked down the stairs, glancing over his clothing and narrowing his eyes when catching sight of the dark markings on his neck that he didn't even try to hide. He wanted the best for his daughter, and that included her potential partners. He also didn't care who it was, as long as they came from an affluential family, and he could tell that this boy did. Wayne still didn't like him though, and Arata could tell. However, he just smirked as if he knew nothing and exited the front door.

As soon as Arata left, the two that were trailing him also took note of his ruffled hair and clothes.

The first who noticed was Commander Rester, a brow raising when noticing how pleased Arata seemed. Running a hand through his slick blonde hair, he then adjusted the coat he wore so that the collar was up and protecting him from both Arata's gaze and the chill of the night air. Gevanni was a little slower to notice the shift in attitude, but when he did, his ears turned a slight pink. Of course, he wasn't innocent to what people did behind closed doors since he himself did it with his girlfriend.

But (Y/N)?

Someone whom he knew was quite young?

He found it quite amazing how bold the younger generation had become.

"Should we inform L of this... relationship?" Gevanni asked Rester, his dark eyes sliding up to meet the other's gaze. "If we play our cards right, we could use their feelings for each other to our advantage. Though, if we look back at Light and Misa for comparison, it might just be another repeat."

"It most likely is," Rester gruffly spoke, his gaze on Arata as they followed him at a good distance, careful to stay in the shadows.

"So, it's merely physical."

"I'm guessing Hayato does have feelings for (L/N), but it's most likely she does not share the same sympathies," Rester mused. "She's just using him."

"Cruel, don't you think?"

"It doesn't matter," Rester shook his head. "L suspects them as Kira's successors, and outside of that, nothing else should be considered."

"Of course."

The two fell silent after that, following Arata all the way to his rather nice and luxurious mansion that was set in an equally wealthy neighborhood. The two agents stood outside draped in shadows for quite some time as they watched Arata's bedroom window, eventually the light flicking off to signaled that he was asleep.

"I can take this shift, Gevanni," Rester exhaled softly as he dug into his pocket and pulled out a cigarette before cupping his head around the stick to light it quietly.

"You sure?"

"Yeah," he blew out a puff of smoke, one hand delving into his pocket.

"Okay, then," he assented, walking away quietly with footsteps as light as a feather.

However, while the two had been conversing for just that short amount of time, Arata wasn't asleep. Instead, he was sitting on his bed, glancing out his window every so often when the curtains would lift and give him a clear view of the figure still lurking in his backyard. Picking up his phone, cursing silently when the screen burned his eyes before turning the brightness off, he made a call to one of his associates, the number scrambled so the person on the other line couldn't trace him.

"Hello?" The voice that came out was warbled and raspy, clearly belonging to a smoker.

"It's me," he said, the man instantly knowing who he was by the sharp inhale of breath on the other line. "I need you to do something for me. But... I need you to get caught."

"W-What? B-But, sir—"

"I told you what I need from you, didn't I?" Arata's voice was cold—too cold.

It was different from the tone he used with (Y/N).

"So why the fuck are you disobeying me?" He chuckled, the sound anything but pleasing and kind to the other's ear. "Don't forget that I know everything about you. I've been lenient by allowing you a paycheck, but we both know that that isn't the only reason you're staying. If you don't want to do this, then I'm sure your children will do just fine without a father. Or, would it be better for the father to do without the children?"

"W-Wait!" The man called out, his hoarse voice rising multiple octaves as a clear panic took over. "Please... please don't bring my little girls into this."

"You should have thought about that before you decided you wanted to disobey my orders."

"B-But I didn't! Sir, please—"

"Enough of your annoying whining!" Arata grit his teeth, fed up with the sorry excuse for a man that he had to deal with, but knowing he would do most anything to protect his daughters. "Just shut the fuck up and listen to me."

"Yes, sir..."

"See?" He scoffed. "Was that so hard to just not talk? Having to hear your voice is that last thing I want at the moment, even more so when you're arguing with me like a pathetic child."

"I apologize, sir..." the man's voice was shaky as he trailed off, but he willed himself not to break.

He couldn't.

"Good," Arata smiled cruelly. "Now, I need you to kill someone for me. Take the blame. If you don't, your children are dead."

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To be continued...