𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄

三十六 | 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄

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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐒𝐈𝐗
𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄

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"L, dear!" (Y/N) crooned as she walked with Mogi through the doors of the elevator with a lilting smile on her lips, her eyes clashing with those of Near's as soon as she uttered such words. "It's so nice to see you again. I have to say, not being able to play with you for so long was quite depressing."

"Is that so?" Near hummed, he being crouched on the floor with a jenga tower in front of him.

Gevanni stood next to Near, the rims around his eyes red while his skin was more palled than usual, suggesting that he hadn't been sleeping well. When he saw (Y/N) waltz into the room as if she had done nothing wrong—as if she didn't know that Arata was the one that hired Hanzou to kill Rester—his fingers curled into tightened fists and he couldn't help the murderous rage than ran through him.

She just smiled at him, though.

In that instant, he knew that no matter her innocent appearance, she held absolutely no remorse.

"Calm yourself, Gevanni," Near murmured, his eyes on the jenga tower in front of him even though he was speaking. "To lose your composure and lash out is just what she wants. Don't lose yourself to her trap."

Gevanni didn't answer.

But the tension in his muscles relaxed ever so slightly at Near's words.

Near tapped a finger to his chin as he stared at (Y/N) trying to converse with an unresponsive Lidner, his fingers soon twitching upward to his hair where he pinched a lock of it and twirled it around in thought. Ever since their last interaction, he knew that being around her was dangerous considering the possibility of his feelings getting in the way of the case, something that could cause unknown but massive amounts of destruction.

Human lives would be lost.

People would be fearful.

Such a society would not survive, and everything would collapse in on itself.

Is that what she envisions?

Is that what she wants?

Under different circumstances... under different terms... maybe...

He squashed any hopes of having any sort of relationship with (Y/N) that wasn't one of investigator and investigated, the emotions that had been drumming up within him from her visage, her touch, her smell, her absolutely intoxicating smile that drove him crazy, making him lose all sense of reality within himself and around him.

Rester was dead.

Someone he had worked closely with and for many years was dead because of her.

But something made him hesitate.

It was so goddamn irritating to him that he couldn't quickly wrap up the investigation logically and coldly like he did with Light, (Y/N) somehow having that affect on him of making him want to drag such a case out as long as it could go.

He craved time with her.

Her touch.

Everything about her it seemed, and he didn't know of a way to stop it.

As if sensing Near's complex thoughts, (Y/N) turned her head and caught his eye, the (E/C) of the hues shining with unbridled amusement and delight from the situation at hand. Even though he knew he should have been disgusted by such a realization, all that he could do was stare back with his lips slightly parted, entranced by the sight.

"It seems as if you've missed me too," (Y/N) laughed lightly as she stepped away from Lidner, approaching Near and crouching down beside him. "It's all reflected so clearly in your expression."

He looked away.

Before she could say anything more, Aizawa also stepped through the doors of the elevator, the cup of coffee that was in his hand slipping and clattering to the floor when his gaze caught on (Y/N). After Hanzou so horrendously committed suicide by jumping out of the window, it was decided that since (Y/N) and Arata had no qualms about killing people with their bare hands or with the Death Note, they—or (Y/N), since she was the only one that had been to Headquarters out of the two—would no longer be a part of the active investigation.

Yet there she was.

Soon enough, Aizawa's expression of shock soon melted into one of fury as he stomped up to Near and demanded, "Why the hell is she here!? I thought we came to a decision!"

"I revoked the decision," Near simply replied as he pulled a jenga block out and placed it on top of the ever growing tower. "That's all."

"'That's all!?'" He quoted, his face blotching red with anger as his eyes shifted from him to (Y/N) and back, then swiveling around to Matsuda, Lidner, and Mogi. "And you all agreed with him!? What the hell even is this!?"

"Now that you mention it, it has been a week since I've been here," (Y/N) pondered. "That's quite long."

She then smirked.

Scooting closer to Near, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in closer, the sheer way she so seductively slid her hands along his shoulders and chest making his concentration break and the grip he had on one of the bricks loosening, causing it to fall to the floor with a dull thunk. He didn't move one inch as she threaded her hands through his now messy white hair, the touch almost intoxicating as she pressed a soft and a whisper of a kiss against his jawline. He turned his head almost robotically to meet her gaze, sucking in a sharp breath and hoping she didn't hear the thunderous roar of his heart.

"L, dear, could it be that the reason you dismiss everything your associates say about me... be the fact that you just cannot live without me now?" She hummed with a tilt of her head, the strands of her hair shifting as she did so.

She leaned in.

Even the other agents leaned in.

All waited with bated breath for his answer, having observed the shift within him because of her.

His stare was cold.

Calculated.

Unfeeling.

Inside, though, was another matter entirely.

This isn't good.

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To be continued...