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Fell - Pt Two (Deathnote L X Reader X Light)

Request: avengerlocked

(A/N: Again, like 'Undercover (DN Light Yagami X Matsuda Readr)', Y/N's fake name with be Ms Takahashi. This will be continuous for the next Deathnote Oneshots regarding any fake last names.)

Word Count: 2580

Two Weeks Later . . .

It's been a month since the mission started.

Y/N was doing her very best.

But it was like everything was not going how it was supposed to.

Light had been seeing Y/N for a while now, but seeing was... not the correct term to use at the moment. They've been hanging out from time to time, but that was only about twice every fortnight, excluding work. Light had been holding back. He wanted to give her time, but it looked like she was getting better. Although he might be a... secret serial killer... he still wanted the best for Y/N. She was the reason that he still stuck with the team, and the point that he had to keep them away from finding out his secret but still.

Y/N turns to the one calling her name. "Yes, L? Is something the matter?" She mumbles, standing from her seat and walking over to him. She drapes her arms around his neck as he glances at the computer in front of him. She presses her lips onto his cheek, feeling it heat up under her touch. "I've been analysing the daily mission reports you've been handing me since the beginning of the task, and it seems that you've hit a seemingly unmoving block." He points out.

"'Unmoving'?"

L nods his head, scrolling over the rest of the reports. She leans her head against his and sighs, "Yeah, I agree. I've tried to talk to him about coming over and things like that, but he just says that he needs a bit more privacy for the time being." She pouts a bit. "I think that if I just have a slight extension on the assignment, I will have him in the palm of my hand." L stays quiet for a second, brushing his fingers against the arms around him. He stands up, allowing Y/N's hands to drop around his waist. He turns around, gently unwrapping her limbs from his body.

He really hoped it didn't come to this.

If there was any other option, he would pick that in an instant.

She was good, but for this mission she had to be great.

And he was holding her back from being that great.

L takes a deep breath in, clutching her hands tightly in his own. "L?" She whispers, stepping closer to him by a bit. He finally draws out a breath, "Okay, I think I know what to do." She waits for him to continue. But she will soon regret to.

"I think we should break up. For real."

Y/N stands there, allowing the thought to pass through her mind. "Excuse me? What-What do you mean?" She mumbles, feeling his grip loosen. He drops her hands and sighs, "I know that you still love me, but it's affecting your mission. I think breaking up will give you what you need to complete this mission. I'm... I'm truly sorry, but this is just how things have to be."

By the end of little speech, Y/N is a few feet away from him. Her eyes are widened, shoulders up and breath hitched. She's not crying, she couldn't do that now. She had to be strong here. L stares at the floor, unable to look her in the eyes. He knew he was doing what was best, but he couldn't help but think otherwise. Maybe he was being selfish to think that he wanted to keep her for himself.

"I understand." She turns around and collects her things. Her face burns as he tugs on her long jacket and wraps it around her form, covering her red V-neck and the top of her jeans. She stuffs her bag with the folders and pens she had been using and reading on their shared bed. Y/N stands by the door, looking back at L. He was standing there where he was before, looking back at her.