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True Justice ( L - Death Note )

You had just joined the task force when you'd been assigned to the Kira case. You had stayed when things started to get serious. You remained calm when Kira began the broadcast that turned tables. You were an honest person with reliable sources, and were always ready to give up your life for this case. So...

Why wasn't L in love with you yet?

You had tried everything; for example, being a flirt:

You dropped your ice cream cone onto your shirt, the sweet treat dripping down your chest. You frowned, before slowly looking up at L, who was typing away at his computer. You bit your lip, slowly smiling.

"Oh L~ I dropped my ice cream. Care to lick it--?"

"No."

Or that time you tried to connect with him:

You stared blankly at the computer, your eyes glassing over before you heard L's voice.

"--I'm depressed, actually."

You immediately whipped around, nearly falling off your chair in the process.

"M-me too. I've been trying to deal with it for a lime--I mean, a long time." You sighed, looking down. You felt his dark eyes staring into the side of your face, and you felt yourself heat up.

The other members in the group cleared their throat nervously, before L shifted in his seat.

"Depression isn't a joke, Y/N."

Even that time when you had a lead:

"L! I found this book last night in Lights' drawer!"

"Y/N, though I appreciate your help, we've already ready that diary three thousand seven hundred and two times."

"Oh."

It never seemed to work out for you, no matter how hard you tried. You bit onto the eraser of your pencil, eyes staring down at your phone. You'd managed to snap a picture of the guy, at least, which helped give birth to many of your fantasies. However, silly day dreams just weren't enough.

You needed more.

You wanted more.

You slammed the pencil onto the desk, pulling your hair out of frustration. This was impossible; HE was impossible--

Yet, you just couldn't deny your feelings for him.

"Why does this have to be so--?!"

"Y/N?" L's monotone voice crept into your ear, making you jump with surprise.

"O-oh! L, it's you!" You exclaimed, shoving your phone into your pocket. L frowned, raising his eyebrow at you, before shrugging.

"Indeed. Mind explaining what you're doing at this hour?" You looked over at the distant clock on the wall. 3:32 AM.

"I just.. Wanted to get ahead on the Kira ca--"

"You can't sleep, can you?" L's jaw worked as he thought, before he sat down in the seat closest to you. You slumped your shoulders, nodding.

"Yes, you're right, as always." He shot you another glance, before turning to the black computer screen. He bit onto his nail, lost in his own endless abyss hidden in his head. Your eyes flickered back to your blank computer screen as well.

"Y/N."

"Yes?"

"You're in love with me, aren't you?" Blood had never drained from your face so fast.

"W-what? No, of course not!" You hastily shook your head, refusing to meet L's gaze.

"Well, that's a shame..." L muttered, dragging his finger across his lips. Your heart thumped loudly in your chest--you were afraid he'd hear it.

"Well, actually.." You folded your hands neatly into your lap. "...I am."

The two of you sat in complete silence for much too long. You began to shake, tears rolling down your cheeks. You stood, gaze downwards.

"I-I should go. I'm sorry." You glanced up at L, who continued to drag his thumb across his mouth. He stared forward, not bothering to look at you, probably because of how pitiful your expression must be.

You turned, walking away from the man you loved, tears continuing to fall as you held back sob after sob. You were reaching for the door when someone grabbed your wrist. You tensed up, ready to smack whoever had taken hold of you, before you realized who it was.

"..Then.... Before you go, take this."

L reached to your palm, placing a strawberry into it. He closed your hand, letting his arms fall to his side.

"I'll be seeing you tomorrow."

You wiped your tears with you free hand, quickly nodding.

"Y-yes... Tomorrow."

"Sleep well."

"You too."

"Then, goodnight."

"Goodnight, L." You turned, looking at the strawberry tainting your palm red. You slowly smiled, plucking the leaves of the strawberry away and eating the red fruit that L loved.

"Goodnight."