Chapter Twenty One

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(Y/n) laid on the couch next to Light in the living room as she stared at him. "Where's Misa?" She asked. "She went shopping with Mogi," He answered.

"Oh? I'm going to go get coffee, I'll be back," (Y/n) sighed. Light's cold hands took a hold of her, they were as cold as death themselves. "Let me go too, I don't want to lose you again," Light offered.

"Um, sure? Let's go," She grinned. Dragging him out of the room.

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"I want 1 dark coffee aaaand, what do you want, Light?" She asked. "I'll just have a chocolate chip cookie," The brunette smiled.

The barnista blushed and typed in the order. "$5.40 is your total, would you like to round your total to donate for children in need?" The barnista asked. "Yes,," Light smiled.

"Okay…$6 is your total," She grinned. "I'll pay, (Y/n)," The brunette said, taking out his wallet. (Y/n) shrugged and agreed to it. 'Free drink,' She thought with a smug look.

"Please take a seat while we prepare your order," The barnista cooed.

The window seat was (Y/n)'s first pick, not like she fought a child for it. "Ugh, I hate work, I really want to quit," The woman groaned.

"We wouldn't be able to defeat Kira without you, (Y/n). I'm very glad you're working alongside us," Light said. "I'm glad I'm working alongside me too," She yawned.

"Here is your order," The barnista grinned, slipping a piece of paper next to Light. "Thank you," He said.

"Woah, she gave you 5 of those cookies! You should share," (Y/n) mumbled. "Of course I will," The brunette laughed.

"Ooh, Light she gave you her number," The (e/c) eyed woman teased. "Well why would I need it? Je t'aime," Light cooed. "..." It took a minute to process what he just said.

'Je t'aime? Is French since it sounds fancy, wait I heard this in that show! It means… I love…oh,' She said in her mind. Her smooth (skin color) skin turned rosy red as if she was a color changing mood ring.

"Why are blushing so hard? I only said 'I love you' in French?" He teased, taking a bite from his cookie. "Um- ANYWAYS, that cookie looks mighty fine. All thick on a Thursday afternoon…" (Y/n) said, snatching a cookie from Light's plate.

"Are you hitting on a cookie?" The brunette asked, raising a brow. (Y/n) sipped all off her caffeine drink and threw it away before grabbing Light's hand. "Let's go back," She said, pulling him and the 2 remaining cookies along.

"Okay? I like the way your hand fits mine perfectly," Light chuckled. "I'm not going to be a homewrecker!" (Y/n) argued, as they were already outside.

"...who said that me and Misa are still dating?" He asked, leaning closer to his face. 'What. This isn't how the present is supposed to be?! Light is with Misa and-! Oh no…this man can not fall in love with my glorious self!' She gulped.

Matsuda looked over at (Y/n) who was currently trying to figure out how a microwave works. "Do you need help, (Y/n)?" He asked.

"Matsu-su!" She exclaimed, holding a hot pocket in her hand. "I'll cook that for you," Matsuda sighed, taking the food and entering it into the machine.

He noticed a piece of dough in her hair. "You have something in your hair…do you want me to get it?" The dark haired man asked. "Yes, please," (Y/n) laughed.

The man quickly took the dough out before rubbing it on a napkin. It was pure silence except for the buzzing of the rusty hotel microwave, maybe it was because Matsuda was too busy admiring the woman next to him. What attracted him the most? Was it her eyes, nose, face, body? Well it wasn't any of those, it was the nonsense she always talked about. Her facial expression every time she was surprised, confused, disappointed, and happy.

"Do you admire the view?" She teased. "I-I was looking at something behind you, mhmm!" He panicked. (Y/n) chuckled. "That's cute, are you in love with that bottle of soy sauce or what? Sorry to break it to you, bud, but she's in love with my rice," She joked, ruffling his hair.

"I wouldn't mind if you fell in love with me," (Y/n) said. She took a hold of his chin, leaning closer to him. Her lips neared his as Matsuda looked up at her.

"I-!" He was interrupted before he even had a chance to speak due to the microwave beeping. "And it's done!" (Y/n) grinned, walking away with her desired food.

Matsuda sighed while looking at the microwave and scoffing. "Asshole!" He whispered. "I'll unplug you," He threatened.

Ryuzaki looked at the idiot next to him. She was trying to lick her elbow since it had a smudge of chocolate she was eating left on it.

He sighed as he swiped in with his finger and placed it next to her lips. "Yes!" (Y/n) cheered. "You're an idiot," He mumbled, continuing his work. "Thank you I guess," She grinned.

L continued with his work but every now and then he would glance over at her. He felt a sudden presence near him and something in his hair, making him jolt. "I'm just playing with your hair, it looks soft!" (Y/n) blurted.

Ryuzaki gave her a confused look but nevertheless let her be herself. 'This is weirdly relaxing,' He thought, he would never admit it out loud though.

"I never thought I'd trust you as much as I have right now," L mumbled. "Huh? What do you mean?" (Y/n) questioned.

"I always thought you were gossipy like Misa, always talking about someone else's business. Though, you've managed to keep something hidden from me, right? What is it," He questioned.

'I'm not telling him about Vite or the notebook!' She gulped. "I love you," (Y/n) cooed, making a heart with her hands.

"...yeah no thanks," Ryuzaki mumbled. "Hey! You'll learn to love me!" She argued. He stood up suddenly and looked over at her.

The raven head neared her as she kept slowly backing up. "Uh, Ryuzaki?" (Y/n) mumbled. Her back hit a wall as she looked at him, not taking her eyes off his coal black ones.

The world famous detective wrapped his arms around her. "Teach me how to love you then," His husky cold voice sent chills down her spine. L looked at her lips. "Would you like to teach me?" He asked, whispering in her ear.

"You're as cold as a dead person! Dang you need a blanket or something," (Y/n) exclaimed, escaping his hold. "I guess I haven't noticed," Ryuzaki shrugged.

'WHO IN THE HELL IS MAKING ALL THESE LOVEY DOVEY SCENES?!' (Y/n) exclaimed in her mind.

(Y/n) sighed as she sat down for once in her life. 'Time to sleep,' She THOUGHT. but no her phone rang with her ringtone booming throughout the room.

She scratched her head and picked up the phone. "Hello?" (Y/n) questioned. "Go outside," The other line said before hanging up. "Good day to you too grumpy pants," she groaned and got up from her bed.

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(Y/n) was met by a man wearing tight leather and a motorcycle mask. He took off his mask and shook his head like in those thirst trap videos.

"Mel-mel, what are you -!" He quickly covered her mouth and handed her a helmet. It was a pretty (favorite color) helmet with a name engraved in the corner, '(Y/N)' in rhinestones.

"I knew you loved me," She teased. "Yeah hope on before you end up on true life crime," Mello scoffed. "Yes sir!" (Y/n) saluted.

He sat down and she sat behind him, placing her hands around his waist. "We're not dating," The blond scoffed. She thought about it before placing her hands on his shoulders. "Do you think we're friends?" The mafia member asked.

(Y/n) put her hands on his head, leading to him sighing. Mello turned his motorcycle on and off he went full speed. (Y/n) bumped against his back as she held tightly onto his waist.

Mello eventually stopped at a bridge. "Wait don't tell me you're going to murder me?!" (Y/n) gasped. "You're a fucking idiot," The blond deadpanned.

"Why are we here?" She asked. "So I can kiss you, marry you, and push you off the bridge 10 years later and pretend like I didn't do it and no one will ever find out. OBVIOUSLY IT'S BECAUSE I WANTED TO TALK TO YOU,"Mello exclaimed.

"I wouldn't mind the first part," (Y/n) smirked. Mello flicked her forehead. "Ouch!" She shrieked, pressing down on the surface of her face.

"Shut up!" He exclaimed. "You're the one who was oddly specific!" (Y/n) whined. "You weren't supposed to take it seriously," Mello sighed.

"What do you want to talk about then?" The woman asked. "I don't know…I guess I just wanted to see you again…" He mumbled the last part.

"Huh? Say it again I'm sorry the sound of cars disturbed me," (Y/n) teased. "I said I just wanted to see your dumb, annoying self again!" The blond blushed. "Aw, you're redder than a rose," She laughed.

"I'll push you off the bridge," Mello threatened. "No thank you," (Y/n) mumbled. He pinched her nose lightly before turning away. "Hey!" She argued.

"Idiot," He smiled softly. It was a bit quiet after that, they both stared off the bridge into the night time city of Los Angeles. At least (Y/n) was watching, maybe because Mello was a bit more interested in her lips.

"So what do you need the death note for?" She asked, turning to him. "Mind your business, you'll see," The blond scoffed.

"Do you need a kiss for goodluck?" (Y/n) joked. "Weirdo," He cringed. "Okay, Okay, no need to be rude," She rolled her eyes. A smug look crossed her face as Mello gave her a questioning look.

(Y/n) pulled his face closer to her and put there faces close. "Let's go out after one is win, Mello," She whispered, pecking his check softly. "(Y/n)!... stupid," Mello laughed, seeing the woman sprint away.

(Y/n) yawned as it was already 3:00 am and she was tired from work and everything else. But no she can't have a day off or a minute off EVER. So right now she really needed someone to annoy.

(Y/n) quickly dialed a number. The phone rang for a while before someone picked up. "What?" They asked. "Ahem. What happened to hello? How are you? My name is?" She asked.

"...my name is N, now what do you want," The other line said. "Well this is (Y/n) I don't know my last name from the task force and I just want to admit my love for you," She said.

"No thanks," N mumbled. "That's exactly what L said. ANYWAYS if you were to hypothetically grow a new organ which one would it be?" (Y/n) questioned.

"Another brain so I can withstand the stupidity," N scoffed. "Not so professional of you young sir. Which Kardashian would you like to be? Personally I would like to be Kim because she has a-" "KhloΓ©." N cut her off. "Huh?" She questioned. "I would rather be KhloΓ©," He repeated.

"Great choice honestly. If you could meet anyone in the world, who would it be?" (Y/n) inquired. "Kira," N stated. "Other than Kira," She added. "I would like to meet you then," He said.

"I know I'm amazing right?" (Y/n) asked. "No, I want to see what L finds interesting in you," N said. "Heart has been broken so many times-" "Why did you call if you don't need anything?" He asked. "Fine! Be that way I always knew you loved L more than me. I won't call you unless I need something," (Y/n) said dramatically.

"You can call me. Even if it's something childish and dumb, I wouldn't mind talking to you again, (Y/n)," N or rather Near said. "I knew you loved me-" "Yeah no bye," The phone buzzed as (Y/n) was met with silence. "THIS IS WHY YOUR AN-"


Matt stood outside a bar, a cigarette within his mouth. He sighed as he let out a puff of smoke. "I wish a cute girl would talk to me," He mumbled. "Then get some style," A voice said.

"(Y/n)!" Matt grinned before asking, "Wait, what are you doing here?" "Uh, is that a flying goat?!" She exclaimed about to run off.

Matt grabbed her wrist and laughed. "Yeah no, I'm not falling for that," He said. "Ew…I know why girls don't like you, you smell like cigarettes," She sniffed.

"That is why you should use limited edition rainbow magical Ariana grande, tomorrow x together, sprinkles and 10 in 1 shampoo, conditioner, body wash, toothpaste, mouth wash, motor oil, drinking water, salsa, and soy sauce body mist perfume from bath and body works," (Y/n) rolled her eyes.

"Yeah no confetti daydream is better," Matt said. "No! In the stars is better," She argued. "Yeah yeah well that's why you stink," He joked. "I'm not the one that smokes like a 69 year old man!" The woman said. Matt tried holding a laugh in before he couldn't. "Funny… funny number!" He exclaimed. "You damn-"

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(Y/n) and Matt both sat on a bench, drinking a slushy. (Y/n) had a blue one and Matt had a red one. "...do you want to make purple?" Matt asked. "I'm not making out with you," (Y/n) laughed.

"And why not? I'm absolutely amazing," He scoffed. "I'm afraid if that were to happen we'd be too much of a perfect couple," (Y/n) gasped dramatically, slowly falling into Matt's arms. "You're right, princess, it's possible! It might end the world and we'd be stronger than Kira," Matt played along. They both looked at each other before laughing.

(Y/n) looked over at the man next to her. She reached over and tucked a peice of hair behind his ear. "That was hot," Matt teased. "Just like you, Matty," (Y/n) laughed. "I know," He grinned. "I guess you are too," Matt scoffed playfully. "Oh you know I am!" She exclaimed.

"I'll think about it," He said, leaning over to her ear. Matt placed a kiss next to her ear and grinned. She was left open wide with her slushier loosely in her hands. "You're going to be the old lady who swallowed a fly," Matt laughed. "I- What."


Misa grinned seeing the other woman entering the building. "(Y/n)!" She exclaimed, wrapping her arms around (Y/n). "Wah! What did I do?!" She asked. "Let's go shopping!" The blonde grinned.

"Didn't you just go yesterday with Mogi?" (Y/n) asked. "...nooo, not at all," Misa grinned. "On ONE condition," She mumbled. "What is it? I'll do anything for you!" The gothic woman smiled widely.

"You, Misa dear, convince Ryuzaki to let me drive," (Y/n) said. Misa tapped away at her phone and looked up. "Done!" She exclaimed. "Well let's go," (Y/n) softly smiled.

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"Do you think this skirt looks too cute or too plain?" Misa asked, posing with a black skirt with chains and a small skull keychain. "I think it's-" "MISA AMANE!" A bunch of people exclaimed, crushing over (Y/n) again. "Well I guess it is Misa Amane," She mumbled.

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"Sorry about that, let's get food instead," Misa sweatdropped. "Yeah I think I can still feel their doc martens," (Y/n) laughed.

They both chose a small cafe in the corner of town. (Y/n) ordered a dark chocolate and strawberry shortcake while Misa just ordered a water. "What's the point of going here if you're just getting water?" (Y/n) tested.

"I thought you'd like it…" Misa mumbled, the tips of her ears turning red. "Then you thought right," (Y/n) laughed. The blonde had fallen for the other woman, though she was very much in denial about it.

Mikami awaited (Y/n)'s calls on a daily basis, even if he was well organized and busy he could always make time for her. "5:31 pm, (Y/n) is 44 seconds off from her average call time," He muttered with a frown.

His phone began to ring immediately after he said that and quickly answered. "Hello?" Mikami asked. "Are you…your voice was so attractive I forgot my pick up line," (Y/n) mumbled. Mikami laughed, even if the pick up line was cheesy he would laugh in hope she'll like him.Β 

"Oh! Are you a charger? Because I'm dying without you!" She laughed. Mikami softly chuckled; it was one of the horriblest lines she had ever said.

"Are you not working right now?" (Y/n) asked. "Huh? No, I made time for your calls," Mikami said. "At least SOMEONE LOVES ME! Ahem, RYU-RYU!" The dark haired man heard her emphasize a few words. "You're with someone?" He asked. "Yes, my boss and best buddy Ryu-Ryu, but I would rather be with you," (Y/n) sighed. "Oh no! Mikami, I'll call you back a squirrel is attacking my friend. Light!-" The phone beeped signaling the call was cut off.

Mikami smiled and stared at his phone. 'When have I become so fond of this woman?' He

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