Written By Fate ||L Lawliet x Reader||

Chapter 1

The sound of roaring engines echoed through the city streets as the police cars tore down the asphalt, red and blue lights flashing. It wasn't every day they got this close—close enough to practically taste the victory. The streets blurred as the police raced after the motorcyclist ahead, tires screeching on every sharp turn. This was it. They had finally cornered Kira.

In the dark corner of his surveillance room, L stared at the screens, a cup of tea going cold beside him. His thumb traced his bottom lip as he sat, perched like a crow on his chair, watching every second unfold. All the leads pointed to this moment. The criminal mastermind who had been messing with them for months was finally within their grasp.

"Keep on him," L's calm, monotone voice came through the communicator, the command unwavering. "Don't let him slip away."

The officers, filled with adrenaline, obeyed without hesitation. They were trained to trust L's instincts, and so far, he had never led them astray. The motorcyclist in question had been spotted earlier that night, weaving through traffic in a way that drew suspicion. And when the bike matched their intel—a black Suzuki, no license plate—they knew they had found their man. Kira.

L's pale fingers hovered above the keyboard as he leaned closer to the screen, eyes narrowing. The chase intensified, the gap between the police cars and the motorcycle growing smaller and smaller, until finally, there was nowhere left to run.

The rider was boxed in, surrounded by a swarm of police vehicles at the mouth of an alleyway. There was no escape. Slowly, the motorcycle's engine died down, the figure remaining perfectly still on the seat, hands gripping the handlebars. Tension buzzed in the air, as if the entire city was holding its breath.

"All units, stand by," L's voice cut through the airwaves. He watched intently, waiting for the moment of truth.

One of the officers, a tall man with a stern face, stepped forward. His gun was drawn but aimed low as a precaution. "Remove your helmet!" he shouted, his voice echoing in the narrow alley. No response. The rider remained still, head slightly tilted down, their face obscured by the dark visor of the helmet.

"Last warning!" the officer barked, this time with more force. "Take off the helmet!"

For a moment, there was nothing but silence. Then, in one smooth motion, the rider's hand rose to the helmet, unclipping it from underneath the chin. Slowly, almost too slowly, the helmet was lifted off and set aside, revealing something that no one expected.

Long hair, silky and smooth, spilled out over the rider's shoulders, glinting under the dim streetlights. A girl. No—a woman. She flipped her hair back, shaking it out like it was the most natural thing in the world, the wind catching the ends and making them dance. Her face, soft and youthful, was framed by that cascade of hair, her eyes gleaming with something unreadable.

The police were frozen for a moment, completely taken aback. The officers exchanged bewildered looks. This wasn't Kira. It couldn't be.

L, sitting behind his screens, blinked. He had not expected this either. His thumb stopped tracing his lip, and his dark eyes fixed on the monitor, sharpening. A woman? Was this the second Kira? No, something didn't fit. He hated not knowing something.

The silence was broken by her voice—clear and confident, without an ounce of fear. "Finally," she said, a small smirk tugging at her lips. "I've got your attention."

Her words seemed to ripple through the air like a challenge. She didn't flinch as the police stood there, baffled, weapons still drawn. The officer who had been commanding her finally found his voice. "Who are you?" he demanded, trying to regain control of the situation. "What do you want?"

The woman—Y/N—gave him a small, amused smile, like she had been waiting for this moment. "I want to talk to L."

That did it. Whatever disbelief the officers were feeling doubled, then tripled. What?

"You want... to talk to L?" the officer repeated, his brows knitting together in confusion.

L, who had been silent the entire time, tilted his head slightly as the girl's words reached his ears through the feed. His dark eyes narrowed in curiosity. She knew him. But how? And more importantly, why? He quickly keyed into the microphone, his voice calm as ever. "Bring her in."