Death Note: A Different Kind of Case

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"What are you looking for?" I asked uneasily.

For the first time since I'd known him, he looked confused. As in actually emoting with facial expressions. It scared me a little. Something must be wrong for the best detective the world has ever seen to give me a look like this. "I'm not sure, exactly."

What an even more unsettling response. "Am I... Is it a problem with me? What can I do to help?"

One of his thumbs reached up to rub his lip like it always did when his thoughts raced. But right now he wasn't contemplating a case. It was just him and just me, alone in this room, separated only by a table littered with Mambas. My favourite candy. Like he was a penguin presenting his chosen mate with an impressive pebble. This was so bizarre... Never in a million years did I see the mastermind L being interested in someone romantically- let alone ME of all people. "I don't understand. I'm not special. I'm not extraordinary. I'm not gifted, or a genius, or any of the things you are. I must be so unexciting to you." I wasn't trying to put myself down. It's just fact. He was so far above me in every way. I touched one of the Mambas with a fingertip, pushing it around on the table while I wrestled with my thoughts, feeling my brow furrow like never before. "It just makes no sense."

His response was immediate and not very helpful. "Yes, it makes no sense. Perhaps that's why... I don't know." When I glanced up, his wide, unblinking, dark eyes were already staring deep into my own. Two voids against that paper-white face. "Perhaps that's why it came to be."