Nietzsche (L Lawliet)

C.6

At nearly the same time as yesterday with the cafe, I went to the closest McDonalds. I got a diet coke with a twenty-piece McNugget and fries with ranch.

I sat down at a table, waiting for the perfect time to start filming, but then a man in a long-sleeve white shirt and light blue jeans came over and sat at my table.

I took in the pale complexion, almost as pale as I was, the shaggy black hair, and the eyebags as he studied me.

"It's L. L Lawliet is his name," Armonia said and I hummed, quickly swallowing.

"Nice to finally meet you." I smiled at him.

He hummed, staring, and spoke in a low, thoughtful voice. "I wish I could say the same."

"Ouch." I hissed and touched my heart. "Who'd have ever thought that L would be so hurtful?"

"I'll have to ask that you call me Ryuzaki in public." He said and a smirk twitched onto my face.

"How about Lawliet? Can I call you that?" I bit a fry after pointing it at him.

"No." He said.

"Spoilsport." I huffed, finishing the fry. "Fine, Ry-yu-zak-ki." I enunciated.

"Is this your real voice, then?" He asked.

"Dunno. I've got a lot of voices." I shrugged. "This one is easier, the most comfortable. Sounds a bit English, doesn't it?" I smiled.

"What do you want, Nietzsche?" He sighed.

I picked up a chicken nugget and dipped it in some ranch. "Where's the fun in telling you?" I hummed before biting it and chewing.

"So what's the point of being my friend?" He asked.

"Come on. Greatest detective in the world. Who doesn't want in on a piece of that?" I grinned.

He just pressed his lips together and exhaled sharply. "I'm curious as to why you didn't want to meet the two Kira's?"

"Oh, cos they're hypocrites." I waved my hand in the air, brushing them aside. "When they've killed all the criminals in the world, who are left but them? Nah. Besides, you're in contact with them, aren't you?" I hummed.

"The top suspects yes." He nodded.

"Oh, come on, L. You know you found them. There's just something you can't quite put your finger on." I smirked.

"What are you getting at?" He asked.

"I could help you expose them if you like. I do share their power, after all." I said.

"Why would you do that?" He asked, his head tilting.

"As I said, I don't share the same ideas they have. We don't follow the same philosophy." I said and leaned forward. "But you and I, L, we're two sides of the same coin. The Kiras? They're a different type of currency altogether." I said.

L blinked and studied me again. "You have a way with words, I'll give you that."

"So, what do ya say? Dinner date at your headquarters? I'd love to meet your team, now that we're besties and all." I grinned.

"I suppose you leave me no choice." He sighed.

"Atta boy." I praised, popping the last chicken nugget in my mouth. I took my drink and fries and we walked out, me still eating. We got outside a tall ass glass building and I dropped my empty fry container in a trash can, then walked in with him.

"Nice... very clean, very expensive." I complimented.

"I had it constructed for my task force." He replied quickly.

He led me through some glass doors where some men sat at computers.

"Ryuzaki, we've been keeping track of Sakura TV and police radio, and there's been nothing about mass murders." A man said.

"Obviously. Nietzsche hasn't killed today." He hummed and went to an empty chair and sat in that way he did, and I went up, standing next to him, and looked at the screens.

"Is that..." I heard someone ask, and I turned and grinned at a younger guy.

"Hiii..." I said slowly and he jumped back, and I gave a laugh.

"Aw, don't be scared. I don't bite." I teased. "I just bark."

"Ryuzaki! You brought Nietzsche here?!" A guy with a mustache exclaimed.

"She wanted to meet me. Be my friend. And I caught her right in time before she started killing people today." He said and crouched in his chair, spinning around to look at him.

"Nietzsche didn't exactly leave me a choice but to meet her. You know she would've killed again." He said with a bored look.

"What do you want?" The guy spat at me.

"A pony." I grinned, then went over and put my hand on L's head. "Nah, I wanted to be friends with dear old L here. He can help me get work done." I said and ruffled his hair, making him looked annoyed.

"What makes you so sure he'd help you?" A young guy asked.

"Oh, it's not like he'll be doing much. He's helping me so much already." I sighed dreamily. "See, now that I've met L and all of you, I can kill you." I smiled, and they froze.

"Oh, don't get all scared, I won't kill you." I smiled and traced L's hair, looking down at him. "As long as I'm not arrested or killed, you all are safe." I hummed.

"I'm not your friend, I'm your insurance." L sighed, finally understanding.

"Same thing, really." I shrugged.