D.Y.I.N.G. to Talk to Him (L)

[Yumi Kohaku]

The clouds seemed to roll over head as the wind blew pieces of trash about the abandoned road. Seemed everyone had the right mind to stay indoors today for fear of the storm coming ahead. Darkness covered every inch of the city and it seemed that not even the street lights were turning on. Thunder growled fiercely, almost in a scolding tone as a woman walked down the street, a black trench coat covering her frail body. Silver strands whipping back and forth against the force of the wind as it tried to push her farther and farther away.

Staring up at the weather it was almost like she was daring it to rain on her. Her sapphire orbs glaring defiantly at the sky, today was the day she would offer her services to L. Her breathing was heavy as she made her way up the stairs. Overhearing a few of the cops speak about the hideout Yumi took the opportunity to check it out and see if they were telling the truth. She could hardly hear her own thoughts over the clashing of thunder verses lightening. It was alot like the battle going on inside her head, would he accept her help or would he turn her away? Determination made her need to know the answer.

Suddenly a flash crossed the sky and a wet drop hit her cheek. Rain, glaring she looked up and as quickly as she did the rain came pouring down. Looking forward, the building was still sixteen blocks away. Pulling her coat tightly across her body and yanking her hood up to cover her already soaking hair. Yumi ran forward determined to reach it before getting sick from the weather, of course she knew that either way it would possibly cause her some sort of illness, but she didn't care at the moment as she took her first long step to the entrance.

Her mind was rattled and shaken as she thought about thousands of things to say to him once she arrived, the question was would he take her seriously? She wanted to help, she would do anything to help him in his war against Kira even if it meant giving up her job and her home, even sacrificing her life to help the rest of the human race. She was determined to prove to L that she could be of use, but how to explain it? It wasn't easy, knowing he probably had every position covered but she HAD to be of used somehow? Even if she had to run down to the store every morning to by him cake or something sweet for food, by God she would do it!

Still she had to smile to herself, would he remember her? Doubt pierced her mind as she shrugged, there was a slim chance of that. Oh of course she knew about him, everyone did, well at least anyone who went to Wammy's House at the time. Yumi was one of the children who attended the institution. She learned to become a profiler from there and made quite a name for herself, Kaori Hitomi was one of the worlds best criminal profilers, of course the alias was to protect her. Still, she could clearly remember the boy, black messy hair, always stacking sugar cubes or nibbling on sweets every time she saw him. She had to wonder if she herself had left any memory with him, as he did with her.

Marching forward Yumi pushed back those thoughts as the rain continued to slaughter the streets, covering it in a thick, cold layer of water. She ignored everything else around her, if Wammy's taught her one thing it was keep your eyes on the prize. On foot in front of the other, it wasn't long before Yumi reached the stairs of the building, a victorious grin on her face as she began to race up the stairs.

Slipping as she reached the entrance, a scrape slit across her knee as she lay there, the wind was getting harsher by the second and the rain continued to pour down on her, almost seeming to tell her that it wouldn't let her go in without her fighting for it. Wincing Yumi snarled viciously and ignored the painful stabs of the cut as she gathered her strength. Lifting her head up Yumi was determined to help L and nothing or nobody would stop her, not even some stupid storm that seemed hell bent on her demise or a cut that seemed to wish to bleed her to death.

Standing up weakly she almost collapsed again however she fought for energy and got up, dragging her soaked body to the inside of the building. Closing the glass door behind her Yumi's sight was blurring as she looked around. She could feel her heart racing at a speed uncommon to human life but she ignored it, along with the sudden rush of a dizzy spell. Gritting her teeth in agony she walked toward the empty desk, her eyes glowing with pain and passion. No, she wasn't going to pass out, not here, and more importantly, NOT in front of L.

Glaring victoriously Yumi approached the desk and seeing no one there she suddenly froze, she could feel the cameras all pointing in her direction, almost critically analyzing her every move. Glaring she stood and waited. She knew there was a slim chance that she would actually get in contact with L but perhaps he would spare one chance to talk to her. Gasping for breath after running Yumi remained firm in her stance, nothing was throwing her out so quickly, but soon the blood began to pool at her feet, covering her white shoes in a crimson fashion, attempting to hide the purity of the original color. Yumi fought the urge to remain conscious and sane, praying someone would answer her.

She knew her chances were slim to none that he would actually talk with her but she prayed that at least her name would have some remembrance in his mind. After all, they did attend the same orphanage once-upon-a-time. That was the only thought keeping her hope alive in her eyes as she continued to wait, her chest tightening with the tiniest hope that just maybe he would come to her. "I want to help." she whispered softly, "L, please....let me help." she continued, as her vision went blurry for a moment and suddenly a tiny tear shed down her cheek. The first in a long time.

[L]

The room was pretty silent, apart from the quiet humming of the hi-tech electronic equipment, which sometimes bordered on inaudible as well, depending on how many things were running at once. At the moment, those processes were only the routine checks, which didn't exert the equipment too much. As such, he could clearly hear his every own move as he shifted in his chair, reached out for an object, or sometimes even when he breathed. Everyone was currently out, preparing something he had asked them to; after all, they were the field agents, while L only went out in person if it was something he couldn't trust anyone else to do. There had been quite the number of such things since the Kira case had started, in fact. A lot more than he cared to think of, since L wasn't fond of losing ground at all, and for him each person he had to show his face to, stranger or not, meant just that: another loss. But neither of the cases could have been helped. With the NPA, it was the only thing that would regain their trust and allow them to work with him, and he could use their help, as well. As for appearing in public in order to make contact with Yagami Raito, it had been a risky move, but L had preferred that to not knowing to what extent the young man fit the profile he figured for Kira.

Perched in an armchair across the room from the wall of screens linked to the many cameras around the building, the black-haired detective sat in his usual crouched position, chewing absently on his nail. The bites he assaulted it with every now and then weren't strong enough to chip it, but applied enough pressure to create small noises, which he heard pretty well. Nobody who wasn't very close to him would have heard them, perhaps, but there wasn't anyone else in the room at the moment anyway. From time to time, he still glanced at the monitors, but those weren't really his business, but more rather that of the various security guards placed in smaller control rooms across the building. There was one responsible for each floor, or about that amount, and they'd let him know if anything happened to require his attention. So that wasn't L's current concern. What was really on his mind was backtracking the steps he had made to narrow down the search for Kira, first to a restricted area and then to a very small number of individuals.

If Yagami Raito truly wasn't Kira, then there had to be a mistake in the logic L had used to get to him. But this wasn't the first time he was rechecking everything, step by step, and trying to find plausible routes or possibilities that might have eluded him. And as usual, he couldn't find anything wrong or flawed in his reasoning from before. If he were to go through the whole process again at present, he would still reach the exact same conclusions. His only valid suspect up to this point was Yagami-kun. But, although at first the young man had met L's ideas about what Kira would be like, recently the various concealed tests had rendered ambiguous results. Parts of L's analysis still pointed to Raito as being Kira, but on the other hand there were also many things that would demonstrate otherwise. From where he had been 99% certain that Raito was Kira before, L had found himself forced to lower that number due to a consequence of various occurrences, some of which (and this was what troubled him most) didn't fit into any pattern at all.

Taking a break for only a few moments, L ceased his game with the nail, and reached for the table nearby, needing only a sideway glance cast its way to spot the cup of tea he had poured for himself a few minutes prior. Not all of the sugar had melted yet, and some of the cubes, probably those that had been the top of the mountain he had poured in, still floated calmly on the liquid's surface. With one of his free fingers, since he only used two to hold the cup itself, in that rather odd and seemingly unbalanced manner, L grabbed hold of a spoon, which had been lying nearby on the same table. Once he had both objects secured and drawn closer, he moved the spoon to his right hand, holding it up awkwardly, and sank it into the tea in order to start mixing the rest of the sugar in. However, he stopped before he could begin the circular motion, freezing in his peculiar hold of two objects that only utilized four out of a total of ten fingers.

It was the fact that, without an intention to actually mind the views from the surveillance cameras, the one at the building's entrance had caught his eye. There was someone moving there, and the female figure definitely was not one of the people L had been working with lately. Still, she was heading towards the entrance, and even though she seemed to trip on one of the steps, she was soon back up and continuing her amble until he lost her on that monitor. It was raining, too, by all semblances, and the weather only showed signs of getting worse. L had to wonder who would be coming at such a time and with seemingly such determination, so his gaze followed the figure to the next monitor, into the entry hall. Peering closer, the detective leaned even further forward, his bare feet slipping along the plush-cushioned lines of the chair to almost the very edge, and his head now casting a shadow over the forgotten cup of tea, although nothing changed in his hold of it. He didn't even mind the object, with his eyes poised upward across half of the room, to where the monitors were arrayed. His position was precarious, but he didn't notice; it came naturally to him.

The woman was closer to one of the cameras now, and L was able to observe her frame and even her face in more detail. He thought, maybe, that she seemed familiar to him; digging through his memories, he recalled that she bore some resemblances to someone he hadn't seen for quite some years, since he (or maybe she, he couldn't recall) had left Wammy's House. After all, forgetting people he had been around wasn't anywhere in his plans, and L remembered everyone to an extent. But definitely she looked like one of the females sheltered there back when L himself had lived in the orphanage. Of course, he had no means of telling that this wasn't a simple coincidence, since a long time had passed since he had last seen the person she made him think of. So he remained alert and more curious than actually interested. Someone walking in here uninvited was, after all, qualifying for quite a bit of suspicion; more than the regular person did, since everyone was always a possible candidate for Kira, since L could only work with possibilities here. But precisely because she strode up so confidently, L thought she couldn't be Kira. Of course, that didn't mean he wouldn't be cautious with her.

Another detail that he noticed, however, was what seemed to be blood dripping down to her feet; was she wounded? It was probably from when she had fallen earlier, which meant she had taken a worse hit than it would have seemed. That was, indeed, quite the determination. By the time a question came from the speakers of his laptop to the side, originating doubtlessly with one of the supervisors on the ground for, L had already made his decision. Slipping down from his seat, the detective dropped the spoon into the cup, with a dull noise of metal. He headed for the laptop and, laying the cup down beside it for the time being, he pressed a key. The image on the screen, the black letter 'L' on a white background, didn't change. However, he could now speak and be heard in return. "…Send her here," he instructed, as a conclusion. There was little else in the ways of an option, since he would trust nobody else's analysis of the woman than his own. Perhaps there was a risk he took, but since he operated on possible courses of action, in this case this had the highest probability to be the best option. Therefore, for the time being he could only wait for the woman to be shown to the elevator and sent to the floor he was on.

[Yumi Kohaku]

She wasn't sure what to do as she sat there, the silence greeting her ears as she waited for what seemed like nothing; which was what she expected it was, she figured at least L would come to look at her or something. Her silvery blonde hair trailed in the rain as it, along with her blood, seemed to pool at the bottom of her feet. Yumi was never one to give in so easily after coming so far so she stood there, remaining defiant towards the seering pain that seemed to want to take over her mind. Faltering a bit she felt her leg give in slightly and soon the floor seemed much closer than the girl had desired but never the less she stared at the cameras with determination.

I won't back down L, you know me well enough by now, surely you've called someone or are coming yourself to see what's going on. Gritting her teeth she began to bite her lip in her habitable fashion as she felt her heart begin to beat. What if no one was coming? What if he wasn't even here? What if...what if...A low growl emerged from her slim throat as she ignored the fearful pang of doubt crossing her mind. No, she wasn't wrong, she knew that, without a doubt, this was exactly where she needed to be. Her bright blue orbs pierced through the room again and soon she heard something. Her head shifted a bit towards the direction and suddenly it was louder, the sound of metal scraping against metal. Smirking at the camera she winked and headed toward the sound, an elevator. A man with steely grey eyes appeared and instantly she frowned, "Where's Watari?" she asked abruptly, obviously taking the man by surprised.

He stared at her for what seemed like ages until Yumi finally got sick of it and joined him on the elevator. "Take me to him." was all she said and the man instantly pushed a button. His giant stature, compared to Yumi's 5'4 height, was pretty impressive and he seemed to be the guy who would hit the gym just for fun. Still his hair sat in a clean cut on his head, the color of sand in the desert. Dressed for success, he was wearing a dark blue suit that seemed to bring out his eyes even more. Sighing she felt the breath she had held for so long finally rush out and she looked up at the celing with a small smile. The man asked her if she was alright but she didn't respond with that answer only with, "I only want to speak with him." her voice was firm and almost cold, like he was too inferior to hear her voice. So they continued the rest of the way in silence.

Finally reaching floor seven she walked out or rather limped out and looked up slowly at a light coming from a room. Smiling slightly she rushed towards it, I'm here L, I'm here. She thought desperatly and she stopped infront of the door, staring at what appeared to be thousand of boxe of sugar cubes, cookies, and other sweet. A light grin appeared and she leaned against the frame, "Didn't I tell you you'd get cavaties from eating all those sweets?" she spoke in a weak and feeble voice. Finally her leg gave out from sustaining the run and injury and she landed on the cold, tile floor, but still, she was only glad to finally be in his presence once more. "It's been so long ....L." she whispered as another smile of relief crossed her face.

Standing up once more she felt another pair of eyes casting down upon her and the presence of arms guiding her towards the plush couch. Giggling she turned and found herself with another face from the past, "I thought for sure he'd send you Watari." She spoke their names with such familiarity that it was almost strange for her. She hadn't heard of them much over the past few years since she, herself had been buried with work up to her neck but still, coming face to face with them once more it was almost overwhelming. Staring back at L she nodded, "I should have known that if anyone would have taken this case it would be you." she whispered, her eyes cast to the ground, unsure if he even remembered who she was or was suspicious of her. A playful grin made it's mark on her face This is L afterall, he has to be suspicious of everyone. she thought as she lifted her gaze to him, "How are you?"

It was a strange question but the only one she could think of after all these years. Naturally she had made a plan for what to ask him when he saw him, such as demanding why he left and why he hardly visited anymore and what he was thinking not communicating with Near, Mello, Matt, or her as much as he used to but no, instead the only thing the blonde woman could think of was 'how are you?' Inwardly she was screaming, fighting the urge to breakdown and cry and throw herself at the detective and yet she restrained herself, knowing her place at the moment as he probably didn't recognize her and therefore it would be rather strange to act upon impulse and be looked at as being slightly senile. Instead she waited, waited patiently for his response with a shy smile, wondering what he was thinking.
(GAH so short! Sorry about this, I'm kinda embarassed! I'll work harder on the next one)

[Zetsubou Cando]

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