emotionless? ⋘ L x reader ⋙

ii

ｙ／ｎ＇ｓ　ＰＯＶ :

I continued to watch him type away. I was tempted to ask what he was doing, but I decided against it. He was actually kind of attractive sitting there, perched on the edge of his chair, on the balls of his feet.

No what am I thinking... he's my boss, this isn't professional to even think that for a second.

Then there was a knock on the door.

"Ah." L said, stepping off the chair and onto the floor. "Food's here." He opened the door to a full cart of food. "Thank you." He said to the room service guy, who smiled and bowed politely before pushing the cart to L and shutting the door.

"Wow, that's a lot of food..." you said absentmindedly.

"I'm hungry, how about you?" He said, starting to place the plates of food on the table in front of us.

"Uhh, yes," I responded. "thank you again." I bow my head quickly before cutting into my waffle with a fork.

He didn't respond, instead, he just cut into a stack of pancakes as he started to eat, still typing something on his keyboard every once in a while.

It was silent for a few minutes. The sound of fingers clacking on the keyboard and quiet chewing filled the room.

L was the one to break the silence. "So," he began, "I already know all of the basic things about you, where you went to school, how long you've been a detective along with other things. Is there anything you want to ask me?"

"Can I think about that for a minute?" I asked

"Of course,  just don't take too long there are other things we need to get to."

"Ok thank you."

I don't know why, but this seemed like a big chance for me.

What do I ask him, it has to be something important, but not so important he wouldn't tell someone he just met. Something deep, something that will give me insight into this strange man.

"How old are you?" I say, not exactly thinking it through.

Damn it.

"Oh, not much older than you, you just graduated from the Police Academy last year right?" He responded, rather quickly.

"Yes sir"

"Right- and don't call me sir, call me Ryuzaki, I'm definitely not formal enough to be called a sir." He said, with the faintest hint of humor in his voice. As soon as I noticed it, it was replaced yet again with his normal, dejected voice. "Are you done eating?" he said, gesturing towards my plate.

"Yeah, what should I do with it?" I looked at the plate that had nothing left of my waffle but a thin layer of strawberry topping on the bottom of the plate.

"I'll take care of it for you." He said, reaching across the table to grab my plate. He then licked the plate clean. When he set the plate down, it was spotless.

I considered commenting something but decided against it to remain professional.

He then did a quick nod, licked his fingertips, stacked up the plates, and put them in the sink. He then returned to his spot at the table. "So," he began "The most that I can deduct is that Kira only needs a face and a name to kill his victims and since it's through heart attacks, he obviously doesn't have to be there."

"Kira?"

"Our killer."

"ah, don't you think it's a bit barbaric, literally calling him the Japanese word for 'killer'..."

"That's what he is isn't he?" He said, scratching the back of his head.

"I guess, now, what do you mean, he only needs a name and face to kill?" I continued, eager to hear more about the case.

"Kira has only killed criminals that both their names and faces have been televised."

"Have there been any examples of just names or just faces?" I asked, typing out notes on an embedded file. "like criminals being announced solely over the radio?"

"A few, but not many."

"Have any of them died of heart attacks?"

"Not to my knowledge, no."

"That's essentially as close to proof as we're gonna get then?"

"I think so, really, as bad as it is, all we can do is wait and see if something disproves this." He held his thumb to his lip. "Also, I suspect from the times and locations of the killings that Kira is most likely a student in or near the Kanto region."

"Do you have any way to prove either of those things for sure?" I ask, typing out, yet more information.

"I have a plan, but I am choosing to keep it under wraps for now." He said, his dark eyes looking right into mine as I typed.

I looked up, and for a fleeting moment, I saw a hint of emotion in his eyes as he looked into mine.

What was it I saw? Intrigue? Suspicion? No, that wasn't it. Was it... admiration?

No, it couldn't be, I shouldn't project such feelings onto my new boss, after all, we just met today.

"What is it?" L's voice jolted me out of my thoughts. I'm pretty sure I jumped a bit when he spoke.

"Uh, nothing..." I said, getting back to typing at my notes.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Ｌ＇ｓ　ＰＯＶ :

Y/n is so interesting to watch. The way she holds pseudo-intelligent conversation. I've noticed her get flustered several times from me watching her, but I am not reacting, so I don't know if she has even noticed the fact that she's blushing right now.

"L-Ryuzaki, can you go over the main things we know about Kira again, I want to make sure I have  a full record here." She asks, tucking her hair behind her hair so I can see her eyes clearly. Damn, were they beautiful.

"Yes," I say, adjusting the way I am sitting to something more comfortable. "We suspect he needs a name and face to kill, and we also suspect that he is a student in the Kanto region."

"Thanks, Ryu," she says, with a soft smile as she makes a couple of edits to her notes. "oh my god, I'm so sorry." she is now looking at me all panicked. "That was way too casual, I'm sorry..." she says to me, bowing her head apologetically.

"It's fine, I actually quite like it." I say, looking at my computer at the emails between myself and the Police force of Tokyo. "It makes me feel like we are friends." I glance over for a second to see her blushing a little bit more. I chuckle to myself a bit inside.

Girls, they sure are confusing.

(1115 words)