Third Person Pov:
"Hey Matsuda, we're nearly out of food! Can you go grab some more at the nearby store?" Aizawa asks as he looks through some camera footage.
"Why me??" The young policeman protests.
"You're not doing anything." Aizawa shrugs.
"But-!"
"Just go." Soichiro sighs in annoyance.
"Fine." He drags himself out of the hotel building and to the closest shop.
After buying any supplies they would need at a grocery store, Matsuda hurries back, only to stop in his tracks as he notices a curiously familiar figure on the other side of the road. Only the shoulders aren't slouched, the hair is light brown and well kept, and the shirt has yellow and brown stripes instead of only being plain white. Suddenly, as if sensing his stare, the person turns their face. Their eyes meet his, making Matsuda panic and look away. However he can still feel the dark brown eyes piercing him, looking deep into his soul. He turns to look back, noticing them shrug and continue on with wherever they were going to. Still a bit confused, he makes his way back to the hotel room, planning to ask L- I mean Ryûzaki, about it.
"Yes, what is it?" Asks the detective as soon as Matsuda puts all the groceries on a table and makes his way to him.
"Oh, it's just that I was walking back from the shop when, uh, I saw this person that looked like you but not completely and, um, they suddenly stopped and stared at me so I panicked and looked away but then I turned back and saw them shrug and start walking again and I was wondering if, um, you may know them?" He explains with a few stammers.
"Can you describe them more in detail?"
Asks Ryûzaki.
Matsuda gladly does so.
"Hm, I see..." The detective looks away with a thoughtful look, before calling out to a member of the Japanese Task Force at the other corner of the room, "Aizawa, do you have a minute?"
The policeman stops whatever he is doing and walks over, "What is it, Ryûzaki?"
"I want you to find a certain individual for me." L tells him before telling Matsuda to describe the person again. Although a bit annoyed, the young guy does as told.
"Understood." Aizawa nods.
"Ah, one more thing." Ryûzaki calls after the leaving man, "Don't tell them your real name, use an alias."
Aizawa nods once again before exiting the room.
"Why would he need to use an alias?" Matsuda questions.
"They might be Kira, we never know." L shrugs.
"Uh, okay! I'll get back to work now."
In a few hours, the calmness of the hotel room is interrupted by an angry and annoyed Aizawa stomping in and letting himself fall on the couch roughly with a groan, "She's unbelievable!"
"What happened?" Asks L.
"I found that person, who turned out to be a girl, but I barely followed her for a few minutes before she confronted me about it, calmly telling me that a police officer following someone without reason is unacceptable. I gave her my alias and said that she mistook me for someone else but she insisted on her opinion and told me to bring her here tomorrow as she wanted to talk to you. She somehow found out that we formed a small secret group and that you were the leader of it." He threw his arms in the air, "She said that I have to show up at a specific location at a specific time and bring her here. Of course I declined, but she just shrugged and said that it'll be our loss as she has some important information. I said I'll think about it, though I doubt she has anything new." He shakes his head, "She infuriates me!"
"Interesting..." Ryûzaki mumbles, "I suppose we might oblige."
"You're not serious!" Aizawa frowns.
"I am, trust me. Of course I'll take necessary precautions; Watari, posing as me, shall meet her in another room of another hotel and ask her for the information." The detective explains.
"That's ingenious!" Matsuda exclaims.
"Shut up for once." Aizawa rolls his eyes.
"Hey!"
"Stop it, both of you." As usual, Soichiro ends the fight before it gets too out of hand, pinching the bridge of his nose tiredly.
Y/n's pov:
I take one hand out of my jeans pocket and ruffle my hair up a bit as I wait for Aizawa in the little alley I set our meeting in, taking a glance at the clock on the building at the end of the alleyway: 11:28. He should be here in two minutes if he doesn't want to be late. Just as the long arrow indicates half past eleven and my hand retreats to my pocket once again, I hear huffing and puffing and, soon enough, the head with its wild black hair surges at the end of the alley. I roll my eyes; punctuality at its most. I make my way towards him and nod to him and he nods back before staring to walk off in the direction of a popular hotel. As we arrive there, he takes me to a room, tells me to knock and disappears, leaving me outside a plain wooden door. I do as he told me and hear an "Enter, it's unlocked." from within the room. I come in, not forgetting to close the door behind me, and direct my gaze towards an old man with a neat mustache in a business suit. And this is L? No, L would be much more carful. He doesn't know anything about me, which means that he will most likely send a fake. But this fake is surely close to him, which I believe to be only a very few people. Wait...there's a high chance he's Watari. Though I'll definitely find out more after I have a good talk with him.
"Good mid-morning." I smile at him.
He nods, "Same to you. I believe you had some new facts about Kira you wanted to discuss with me?"
"Yes, I did, only not with you."
"Then who did you wish to see?" He seems a bit surprised.
"L." I answer simply, "Not some prop he sent to pretend to be him."
I see that the old man is taken aback.
"That was bold of you." He says, not agreeing nor declining my proposition.
"Are you Watari?" I ask.
Once again, a look of surprise passes his eyes, "I suppose a little confession wouldn't hurt." He smiles a bit, "Yes, I am indeed Watari."
"Could I meet the actual L? In private?" I ask, stressing the word 'actual'. No way I'm meeting some fill-ins again.
"That might be possible, but I have to ask."
"Why can't you just take me to the headquarters? Or the hotel room where the investigation is happening in, if you prefer to call it that." I ask, raising a brow.
Instead of an answer he takes out his phone and dials a number. The only words that fly out of his mouth are "She figured it out.", "I don't know." and "Undersood." He then turns to me.
"Ryûzaki agreed to meet you in person. Go to this location and sit at the table in the corner. He'll join you there soon." He explains, lifting his phone for me to see the location he is talking about.
"Thank you." I nod before leaving the room and looking up the address Watari showed me. A café? Seriously? I suppose L needs his sugar, just like I do. I make my way to the place and sit at 'the table in the corner' as Watari called it. As a waitress approaches me, I ask for a caramel frappuccino and some strawberry cheesecake. I think for a second more and decide to order a black coffee and a plate with lots of sugar for L as well; she nods and withdraws. As I am waiting for my order, I see a peculiar guy enter the café: he has huge black eyes with dark circles under them; his hair is a black mess; and he is wearing the simplest outfit a human can come up with: a white long sleeved shirt, baggy dark blue jeans, and a pair of worn out shoes with no socks. My gut immediately tells me that he has a 99% of being who I think he is. And, sure enough, he makes his way towards me, scanning me up and down with absolutely no expression. Having reached the table, he sits down in the empty chair opposite me, pulling his knees up to his chest and apparently putting his feet on the chair. He is now more squatting than sitting.
"I assume you are the famous girl that I heard so much about lately." He says monotonously, yet politely.
"From Matsuda and Aizawa." I add.
"Yes."
"How old is Watari?" I ask.
"How is that relevant?"
"We can't talk about anything serious knowing that the waitress could appear anytime." I explain.
"I suppose you're right." He sighs quietly, "Now, back to the question. He is about eighty, though I do not know his actual age." He admits.
"His family name is Wammy."
"...Yes." He replies after a moment.
"Which is obvious because he owns the Wammy's house." I add after seeing him looking at me weirdly.
"I did not think you'll know that."
I just shrug.
"You are dressed differently today."
No shit Sherlock.
"Unlike you, who I feel has wardrobes filled with same clothes because you're not even bothered to be original in that area, I do have some choice of what to wear."
"So Matsuda seeing you in that outfit was just a coincidence." He mumbles to himself.
"No." I disagree.
"What?" He looks at me with a raised brow.
"I saw him going to the store and, acknowledging that he had something to do with a private investigation going on, I quickly went to my house, changed into what I guessed should fit your clothing style, and went back where I saw him before, knowing he'll notice me." I explain to him.
"What you guessed fits my clothing style? How would you know that?" He looks at me suspiciously.
"I had my assumptions about you. And in case he didn't notice me, I had a plan to follow him." I say vaguely.
"What kind of assumptions?"
"That you are young, that your main suspect with about 10- no, 5% suspicion is Light Yagami, that you wear same clothes every day, that you are an insomniac, that you eat lots of sugar, and that you are very reserved." I list, "That's a few of them."
"And they all proved to be right?" He asks.
"Mostly, yes. For some I haven't yet found out definitively."
"Your intelligence is indeed remarkable." He hums, "May I ask your IQ?"
I shrug, "No idea."
"Interesting..." He mumbles.
He seems to be in deep thought, however his thinking process is interrupted by the waitress who finally appears with my order. Upon noticing Ryûzaki, she gives him a questioning look before leaving. I push the cup of coffee and the plate with sugar towards L who raises a brow.
"I ordered for you to save time; I hope you don't mind." I smile.
"...Thanks." He starts adding sugar cubes in, one by one, until his drink is not coffee with sugar, but sugar with coffee.
I reflect for a bit before splitting the cake piece in two, "Want some?"
Instead of an answer he just snatches it from my hands and takes a bite.
I take a sip of my caramel macchiato.
"So?" L asks me with his mouth still full of cake.
"Kira can kill with different methods, not only just a heart attack." I say simply.
He freezes for a moment, then starts to chew again, before swallowing the cake in his mouth so he could speak.
"What made you think that?"
"The bus incident. I witnessed all of it, and can confirm that it was all carefully planned." I explain, then take another sip of my drink.
"That's a curious way to look at it." L nods.
"Should I go into detail?"
"Yes."
"In my opinion, it was just to find out Raye's name. The plan was most likely the following: the criminal had to board the bus, threaten people, see something inhumane and empty his bullets on it, then have no way to threaten people so the only option left was to flee, thus getting off in the middle of the road and getting run over by a car. Additionally, as the only thing he did before seeing the creature was pick up a bit of paper Light dropped, it seems that however touches that paper gets to see the creature. It was a planned murder, not an accident. And, as Raye was to die and he probably asked the girl he went with to keep their date a secret, nobody would ever know he was on that bus that day." I take another sip of my macchiato, my mouth dry after such a long explanation.
"Indeed. I see..." Having finished the cake, he puts the plate down and picks his cup, taking a sip while staring at me thoughtfully.
"How high is the percentage of me being Kira?" I ask straightforwardly.
He stays silent for a second, setting his cup down, "You must understand that, given the circumstances, your words could be very suspicious. I'd say 10%, though Light-kun has 50%."
"I thought as much." I nod, "So?"
"Do you want to join the Task Force?"
"That'll be pointless, Ryûzaki." I shake my head.
"Pointless?" He mumbles, confused.
"I already have access to all the information l need. So joining the Task Force just to be there on meetings and stuff is, I repeat, pointless."
"How would you have that information?" He raises a brow.
"I hacked into your computer." I shrug.
"I knew something was wrong with it.." He mumbles to himself, before addressing me, "You appear to be very skillful in that area; I'm impressed."
"I did take quite some time to hack into it though." I tell him.
"Obviously." He says flatly.
"By the way, you sit like that because otherwise your thinking abilities drop by about 40%, right? If I'm not wrong, when one assumes such a position, the blood barely gets to the legs, and mostly goes to the brain, which helps one think better." I ask.
"You're the first person who figured it out." He says before taking another sip of his coffee.
"Not surprising." I shrug.
"I'll repay you later." He says, motioning at the empty cup and plate as he stands up, "I must be going."
I shake my head, "It was my treat. Tell Watari I say hello and thanks."
"Will do. Until next time." And with that, he walks away, his back hunched.
"We'll surely meet again, L." I whisper to myself with a smile.
