L x Reader

The Beginning

You were a pretty well known detective. Well, your alias is well known. You're known simply as V, a mystery to the world. Sort of ironic, considering your line of work. You sat in your penthouse apartment, bored as ever. You'd recently closed another case, the criminal caught, yada-yada. You grasped your guitar and strummed it a little, playing a little tune. It was nothing in particular, just a little ditty that had been floating around in your head for a while. It reminded you of another real song, and quickly morphed into it. You played silently, then a little louder, and a little louder, and finally you were rocking out, jumping off your couch and standing in the middle of the living room, swaying and waving your (h/l), (h/c) hair around.
"V!" someone yelled. You stop playing and wobble a little at the sudden loud noise. You look over to see Chris, your assistant. He was kind of your butler, but you'd rather not call him that. Having a "butler" made you sound like a rich douch, and that you were not.
Well, sure, you were wealthy, but you certainly were not a douch.
"Yes?" you ask casually as you realized that the loud noise was not something preparing to kill you.
"Oh, I exist now?" Chris said snidely.
You chuckle. "Oh, Chrissy, you've always existed. I just sometime enjoy pretending you don't."
He rolled his eyes. "I'm just gonna get straight to the point, because I honestly don't know how much of you I can handle today."
"Thank you." you say with a grin.
Chris ignored you. "You've received a letter today."
"From who?" you ask, motioning for him to continue.
"I would tell you if it had a name on it!" Chris said, clearly losing his patients. He handed it over. It was a blank envelope with a single fancy "L" stamped in the center.
This can't be good... you think as you turn it over and open it slowly. "Thank you, Christopher. I believe that will be all for now." He nodded and turned to leave. "Oh, one more thing, Chrissy?"
He turned and glared. "Yes?" He asked with bittersweetness.
"Would you please brew me another pot of coffee? The extra-sweet vanilla espresso blend?" you ask sweetly.
He nods stiffly and turns to leave once again.
"I love you, Chrissy!" you call after him.
"I love you!" He growls back over his shoulder.
You shake your head, giggling. You love how he actually responds to your slander. You really do love Chris; he's like a brother to you. And you know he loves you. If he didn't he would've quit long ago. He's probably the only one you trust fully.
You open the letter to find that it was, in fact, not a letter, but a little black flash drive. You shrug and migrate into you office. You sit in your rolly chair and plug the flash drive into your computer.
"If this is a virus, I swear to Christ..." you murmur as you open the single file on the drive. It was a video message, only instead of an actual video, it was that fancy black "L" in the middle of a white screen.
"Greeting, V." a garbled voice stated. "I am L."
You are shocked, and quickly expand the video by transferring the feed to the much larger screen mounted on the wall to your left. The screen took up over half of the wall, and you loved watching scary movies or Markiplier playing those freaky games on it during your free time (which was almost never.). It was like your own, personal theater. As of now, the feed successfully transferred and displayed the Gothic "L".
"I am currently working an extremely serious case over in Japan. I have reviewed you detective profile and am in awe of your skills. I request your assistance in this case. If you accept, please call the number written on the inside of the envelope. Thank you." With that the message ended.
What kinda case? You think. Yes, you've heard of L before, but you thought he was just a myth, so to say. You had no idea that he actually exsisted.
You didn't really have anything to work on at the moment. No serious serious cases were going on. This could be interesting.
Chris finally returned with your coffee.
"Here you are, V." he said, placing it on the desk near you. You pour yourself a cup.
"Christopher, start getting some clothes packed." you say, then take a sip of your coffee.
"Sure. But may I ask why?"
You grin. "I just found something to occupy myself for awhile..."

Author's Note: God, I hope that didn't suck...
Of course, I own nothing. And I don't know if every one of you likes Markiplier or not, but just go with it!
Anyway, more to come soon (hopefully)!
(Mature just in case.)