Written By Fate ||L Lawliet x Reader||

Chapter 30

Matsuda was perched on the edge of Y/N's desk, his usual boyish enthusiasm lighting up the otherwise serious atmosphere of the investigation room. He held a small stack of drawings he'd found during one of his trips to a nearby market, apparently intending to brighten everyone's day with the random bits of art.

"Look at this one, Y/N! Doesn't this guy look terrifying?" Matsuda grinned, pointing to a caricature of a menacing villain with wild hair and a jagged smile.

Y/N chuckled, flipping through the stack. "Matsuda, are these supposed to inspire us or give us nightmares?"

"Hey, a little creativity never hurt anyone," Matsuda replied, leaning closer. "Come on, who wouldn't be scared of a guy like this?"

As Y/N shuffled through the drawings, a strange chill crept up her spine. She paused at one particular sketch, her fingers freezing on the page. The figure in the drawing was familiar- not something she had seen before, but something that gave her déjà vu.

Her fingers tightened on the paper as her mind flashed back to a moment she hadn't thought of in weeks.

Flashback

 Y/N's gaze fell upon a small sketch pinned to the wall. It was a rough drawing of a tall, grotesque-looking figure with hollow eyes and a skeletal frame.

"What's that?" she asked, pointing at the sketch.

"Oh, that?" Light glanced at it briefly, his expression calm. "It's a shinigami, a god of death. We were studying them in one of my university classes. It's just for a history lesson or whatever."

"Shinigami..." Y/N repeated softly, rolling the word over her tongue as if testing it. She made a mental note, storing that bit of information away.

Present

"No way," Y/N whispered under her breath, her eyes glued to the drawing Matsuda had handed her.

The figure in the comic—this —was almost similar to the one Light had drawn that day she visited him. The pieces clicked together in her mind with dizzying speed.

Ryuk.

She had seen him. She had talked to him. And now, it all made sense—Light saw him too. He had to. How else would he have drawn something so eerily accurate?

"Y/N?" Matsuda's voice broke through her thoughts. "You okay? You look like you've seen a ghost."

She blinked rapidly, shaking her head. "I'm fine, Matsuda," she said quickly, her voice a little too high-pitched to be convincing. "I just... remembered something. I need to step out for a minute."

Without waiting for a response, she pushed the drawing back into Matsuda's hands and stood up, her chair scraping against the floor.

"Uh, okay?" Matsuda said, watching her with a confused expression as she hurried out of the room.

Once she was outside, Y/N leaned against the wall, pressing a hand to her forehead. Her breathing was uneven, and her mind was a chaotic whirlwind of thoughts.

He sees him. He has to. He drew Ryuk. She thought to herself.

She couldn't believe it, but the evidence was there. Light knew about Ryuk—he knew enough to draw him perfectly. But how? And more importantly, why?

Her mind reeled with questions. Did this mean Light was somehow connected to the strange appearances of the Shinigami? Could he see others like Ryuk? Was there more to this than she'd realized?

What does this mean for the case?

Her hands trembled slightly as she tried to piece it together. If Light could see Ryuk, did that mean he was involved in something supernatural? Was this connected to Kira? Her instincts screamed that it was too much of a coincidence to ignore.

But then came the darker thought: If he can see Ryuk and I can see Ryuk... what does that mean for me?

The idea sent a shiver down her spine.

That night, Y/N sat alone in her apartment, the lights dimmed to a soft glow. Her laptop sat open on the coffee table, a blank document on the screen waiting for her to jot down her thoughts.

She stared at the screen, her mind spinning with possibilities. 

Ryuk had been there, standing between them in the office, watching. She had brushed it off at the time, not wanting to draw attention to her reaction. But now, with the memory of Light's drawing fresh in her mind, she couldn't shake the feeling that Ryuk's presence wasn't a coincidence.

Her eyes drifted to the corner of the room where Ryuk usually appeared. It was empty now, but the thought of him sent a chill through her.

She sighed, rubbing her temples. "This is insane," she muttered to herself. "I can't believe I'm even thinking about this."

But no matter how crazy it seemed, the pieces were starting to fit together in a way she couldn't ignore. Light wasn't just a brilliant student or a charming coworker. There was something else at play—something she was determined to uncover.

And now, she had to figure out what Ryuk's presence meant for both of them.

Y/N paced back and forth in her apartment, the weight of the discovery heavy in her chest. Her mind raced, jumping from one possibility to the next. She had to be careful—this new knowledge about Light and Ryuk couldn't be shared with anyone, not even L.

L would never believe me, she thought, running a hand through her hair. And even if he did, what would it mean? What would he think?

She couldn't go to him with this, not yet. If she told L about seeing Ryuk, he would probably consider her a suspect—maybe even worse, a second Kira. The thought made her stomach turn. L was already suspicious of her, especially with everything going on with the investigation. If she brought this up now, he'd only see it as another reason to question her, another reason to doubt her loyalty.

And the last thing she wanted was for anyone to think she was crazy. She already felt like she was teetering on the edge of something she couldn't quite understand—something she couldn't explain to anyone without them thinking she'd lost her grip on reality. If she told them about Ryuk, about how she could see him too, how could they not think she was losing her mind?

She couldn't risk that.

What would I even say? she asked herself, shaking her head. "Hey, Ryuzaki, I think Light can see a Shinigami and so can I"? Yeah, that would go over well.

No, telling anyone wasn't an option. Not yet.