Written By Fate ||L Lawliet x Reader||

Chapter 2

The room was cold. Too cold, actually. Y/N sat at a metal table, her legs crossed casually, but there was a tension in the air. The only sound was the faint hum of the ventilation system. Across from her sat L, or rather, the figure she knew as L. He was everything she expected. Quiet, analytical, and almost unnervingly calm. His posture was strange, perched on his chair with his knees drawn up to his chest, toes gripping the seat, eyes wide as they studied her.

She didn't say a word. Neither did he.

L had been staring at her for what felt like an eternity. His gaze wasn't just curious—it was penetrating, as if he could see straight through her skin, dissecting every detail. Y/N could feel his eyes move over her face, analyzing the smallest twitch of her mouth, the way her eyebrows lifted ever so slightly, and even the rise and fall of her chest. He wasn't just looking at her—he was reading her, like a book he was determined to crack open.

She shifted slightly in her chair, leaning back, trying to maintain her composure. It wasn't every day someone got a one-on-one with L, especially like this.

His eyes flicked down briefly to her hands, which were resting on the table, fingers drumming lightly. Then, they traveled back up to her face, locking on hers with that same unwavering intensity. It made her feel exposed, like he was pulling apart everything she was without uttering a single word.

"So," Y/N finally broke the silence, her voice casual, almost playful. "Are you just going to stare at me all day, or are we going to talk?"

L didn't respond immediately. His thumb pressed lightly against his lips, and he tilted his head slightly, like he was debating whether or not to speak. Then, in his usual monotone, he said, "I'm trying to understand how you managed to deceive us for so long."

Y/N smirked, leaning forward. "I'm good at what I do."

L didn't react to the statement. He simply blinked slowly, his dark eyes remaining locked on her.

"You created quite the spectacle," he said. His voice was calm, almost too calm. "Leading the police on a chase, making them believe you were Kira. It was an impressive performance."

"That was the point," Y/N replied, shrugging as if it was no big deal. "I needed your attention, and now I've got it."

L didn't move, but his fingers twitched slightly as if calculating something in his mind. He kept his eyes trained on her, watching her every subtle movement. The way she shifted in her chair, the way her eyes gleamed with confidence—none of it went unnoticed by him.

"Why?" he asked after a moment. "Why go through all that trouble?"

Y/N leaned back again, this time with a little more ease. She crossed her arms over her chest, her lips quirking into a small smile. "Because I want in."

"In?"

"On the Kira case." She uncrossed her arms and leaned forward again, this time placing her elbows on the table. Her voice was low, but there was an unmistakable determination behind it. "I know I can help. I've been following this case for months, digging into everything, connecting the dots. I knew how to make you think I was Kira. I did it because I knew it would get me here, in front of you. And now that I am, I want you to hear me out."

L's expression remained unreadable. He didn't show shock, but there was a brief flicker in his eyes—a spark of curiosity that Y/N picked up on.

"You're saying you deliberately made yourself a suspect in a high-profile case," L said slowly, his voice measured, "just to prove a point?"

"Exactly."

For the first time, L's gaze dropped from her face entirely, his eyes scanning the space in front of him as if processing her words. His thumb pressed more firmly against his lips now, and his brow furrowed, though only slightly.

"You're our number one suspect," L said after a brief pause, his voice blunt. "Everything we have points to you."

Y/N nodded, her face showing no signs of surprise. "I know."

L blinked, his gaze snapping back to hers. "So unless you're actually Kira, you've wasted our time. Time that could have been used to find the real Kira."

Y/N didn't flinch. She could feel the weight of L's words, but she didn't back down. She had anticipated this reaction. "I understand that. But you have to admit, if I was able to make your team believe I was Kira, then I clearly know something about how Kira operates."

L's eyes narrowed ever so slightly. He was still processing, thinking, calculating. How had she done it? How had she managed to make everything point directly to her? And more importantly, why wasn't she Kira? How could she pull it all off and not be the one behind it?

"Explain," he said simply, his tone leaving no room for negotiation.

Y/N leaned forward again, a glint in her eyes. She loved this part—when she could finally show just how smart she really was. "I studied every move Kira made, every public appearance, every shift in behavior. I knew how the police were thinking, what clues they were chasing. And I used that to my advantage. I dropped hints, breadcrumbs that led them right to me. I even manipulated some of the evidence. Not in a dangerous way, of course. Just enough to get you interested."

L listened quietly, absorbing everything she said. His mind was racing, dissecting every word. How could she have manipulated them so easily? How had he, of all people, missed this?

"I'm not Kira," Y/N said firmly, meeting his gaze. "But I understand him. I understand the way he thinks. I know how to get inside his head."

L remained silent, his thumb pressed to his lips as he considered her words. It made sense. It all made sense. But still, something didn't sit right with him. He had been so sure she was Kira—or at least connected to him in some way. Could she really have done all this just to get his attention?

Y/N sensed his hesitation. "Look, I know you don't trust me. You probably still think I'm Kira, or at least involved. But I'm telling you, I can help you catch him. I can be an asset to you."

L's gaze was unflinching. He wasn't convinced yet. "You realize you've become a suspect," he said slowly, his tone almost curious. "I could have you under surveillance from now on. You could be watched constantly. Is that something you're prepared for?"

Y/N didn't miss a beat. "Absolutely. Put me under surveillance. I don't care. All I want is a chance to prove myself."

L's eyes flicked to the side for a moment, his mind still running through all the possibilities. He didn't trust easily, and this woman—this girl, really—had gone out of her way to put herself on his radar. But there was something about her. Something he couldn't quite place. Maybe it was her confidence, the way she wasn't intimidated by him like most people were. Or maybe it was the fact that she was right. She had outsmarted them, at least for a while.

But still, there was doubt.

"I don't trust you," L says, eyes locked on hers.

"Good," Y/N replies with a smirk, "you're not supposed to."

He looked at her, calmly but in a way as if he was trying to intimidate her.

 "That's fine. Just give me a chance. You won't regret it." She winked.

L's gaze lingered on her for a moment longer, his thumb still pressed to his lips. Finally, he leaned back slightly, his eyes never leaving hers. "We'll see."