y/n: your name

l/n: last name

h/c: hair color

h/l: hair length

e/c: eye color

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Y/n Kitamura

Sure enough it was hard being herself, it wasn't as hard as being the Deputy Director's 'daughter'.

Her mom married the man widely known as Koreyoshi Kitamura, also known as the biggest coward in the NPA.

Her mom took his last name and changed Y/n's last name to Kitamura as well, even though she was totally against it.

As much as she despised it, she had to live with it. She wasn't going to tell her mom who to fall in love with or marry, even if it's a man as himself.

Y/n had never understood what her mom saw in him anyway.

She never really talked to Kitamura all that much, they weren't that fond of each other. They tolerate each other more or less.

As for her mom, they argued most of the time, for useless stuff really but then her mother pretends nothing happened after that.

Majority of the time she allows her mother to have her tantrums.

It's better to let her get away with it, Y/n doesn't want to waste the little energy she has on something so negative.

Y/n quickly slipped on a pair of jeans that was a bit too big for her and an oversized shirt, leaving her hair open and loose because of the lack of time she had.

She looked at the digital clock on her nightstand every spare second she had, like it would change significantly every time she looked at it.

She looked at herself in the mirror, not liking what she saw even though her family tells her otherwise. She noticed the slightly dark area under her eyes due to the hour or two of sleep she had gotten.

She hurried down the steps, not sparing a second, "Bye Ma! gotta go, see you when I get back!" she yelled to her mother who was in the kitchen preparing breakfast.

Before she can even say a word, Y/n was out the door.

She ran to the train station she took for about 6 months now, heading to her work. She saw no available seat so decided on standing, she didn't want to dirty her jeans anyway.

Being a high school dropout and not even bothering to attend university with also having job at candy store really made her feel like a failure.

Sometimes she felt like her biological father felt like that towards her too.

She sure as hell wouldn't be surprised if he did, she wouldn't blame him either.

This is not what she pictured her life to be as a kid.

After twenty minutes the train slowed down, Y/n took it as her sign to get off.

She ran until her sides started cramping, nevertheless she powered through that. Her job that was ten minutes away came into view in five.

She opened the door frantically; the aroma of sweets made its way to her nostrils immediately and after a couple of seconds her watch beeped.

"8:30." she smirked at the man in front her "Right on time," she breathed heavily through her nose but tried not to show it.

"How you leave late and reach on time is beyond me." her boss chuckled. Even if she was a bit late, he wouldn't have minded.

She is more or less the only employee excluding himself and isn't demanding as some bosses which she was grateful for.

"It's exhausting being so good at this but someone had to do it, Yuki." she struggled to say, her breathing intensifying with each second.

He folded his arms, "Is it as exhausting as running from the train station to here?" he teased.

She grabbed onto her knees, now looking at the smooth wooden floor and panted heavily, "What does a lady have to do to get a chair and some water around here? Die?"

Yuki quickly went into the back and brought out a tall stool and a water bottle for her, taking it to place it behind the register.

When she sat, Y/n felt her back lose all tension it had but didn't react. She was used to the bad posture after all.

After she had calmed down Yuki proceeded to inform her that he would be leaving now to attend a funeral and that she would be alone here all day.

That would certainly explain the fancy look She thought

Granted it was a black dress pants and a white button up tucked neatly into it, but it was certainly considered odd comparing to what the man usually wears.

"Jesus." she said softly, "Who died?"

Yuki tied his brown shoulder length hair in a small bun before shrugging, "Beats me, didn't really know her."

This caused Y/n to roll her eyes in a playful manner, "Just give me the keys to lock up later."

This earned a laugh from Yuki as he gave it to her, "See you later, Y/n."

She waved him off and watched him leave.

She scanned the room, watching the assortment of candy and sweets that lined the walls in jars or boxes. Sweets were also displayed in the center of the room in small shelves.

Her lips pressed into a thin line as she sat down waiting for customer, essentially all by herself.

However, she wasn't the only one.

Ten minutes from the shop where she worked a detective sat in the dark in a hotel room, all alone still processing the news he had just received.

"L do you know? Gods of death love apples?" he mumbled to himself.

He reread the note the notorious killer he was pursuing had left him

What was he trying to do? Confuse the detective? Throw him off track? Most importantly why did he kill these criminals that were imprisoned?

This killer is a lot of things but he sure isn't stupid- he knew that their bodies would be found right away. Is he planning to do something big then?

He let out a heavy breath.

He held his cellphone on the two top corners with his thumb and pointer finger whilst using the pointer from his next to dial.

After a mere second, the phone was picked by who he was trying to contact, " Watari, I am calling to remind you that you have to pick up the task force members later today, please lead them to my hotel room,"

"Of course, L. Is that all you require?" the man on the other end responded.

"Hm." the black-haired man thought for a second, "Can you pick up some candy on your way here? To my displeasure, we are all out."

"Of course, but I must tell you I am more than an hour away at the moment."

"That is no good, I will get it myself."

"No problem, L. See you when I get back." the detective only hummed in response, hanging up immediately after.

He stood from his crouching position on the sofa and grabbed his jacket off the rack beside the front door, not bothering to change his white sweater and blue jeans.

It's not like he wore anything else.

A nice walk would do the stressed, slouching man some good. He needed a brief moment to clear his head, he might as well get some sweets as well.

When moving to the Kanto region of Japan he noticed this one particular candy store that was a few minutes away from his hotel room.

Y/n had served a few people, checking their items, taking their money, giving them change.

Nothing new.

She turned on the TV that sat in the back corner that was visible to everyone, no matter where you stood in the store.

She allowed herself to slouch more as there was no backrest in order to be more comfortable. Ever since this idiot with a God complex started killing criminals, that's all the news talked out.

To be fair it is the most interesting yet bizarre thing to happen here, so she got why they won't shut up about it.

Obviously, there are serial killers who are displayed on TV but they haven't been as popular as Kira. He has cults and people who adore him for crying out loud.

All thoughts were pushed aside when the bell above the entrance door rang, signaling someone had entered the store.

A guy who looked to be a couple years older than Y/n herself had walked in.

The first thing she noticed was his horrible posture, she thought hers was bad, but this dude was showing competition.

The man was quite slender and really pale

Her eyes averted to his shoes for a second, watching his old pair of sneakers. It was odd for a person to wear such clothing out.

The man looked like he could care less about what people thought about him and she admired that.

She looked at his hair.

His wild, long, raven hair. Y/n couldn't help but think about tying his hair for some reason. Alas he was a stranger, probably not going to see him again in her entire life.

She shook her head and continued watching the TV until the man in the store had finished.

After some time, he had approached the counter, laying down a shit ton of sweets and candy for her to price out.

He watched her (h/l) (h/c) hair, her e/c eyes as they watched whatever they were focused on.

The detective eyes had lingered on her for a bit, watching every detail of her face before he looked down going through his pockets.

She rolled her eyes at the TV when they started interviewing a Kira supporter.

She scoffed, "Lunatic." she murmured under her breath whilst taking up the first item to hover it over the scanner.

This caused his head to raise up, "Pardon?" he asked in a monotone voice.

That's when she looked at him for the first time and connected the dots.

"Oh no no no. I-I wasn't talking about you, I was talking about the person on the...um, on the TV." she stammered as she laughed nervously.

He looked back at what she was referring to and saw the supporter going on and on.

"I suppose you are right then." he looked back at her, and she smiled at him before returning to scanning his items.

"Can't sleep at night huh?" she broke the silence, referring to the very noticeable dark areas under his eyes, "You should try at least, we humans need that you know."

He furrowed his eyebrows slightly at her interest, "I am afraid I do not have time for that." he pushed his hands in his pockets, " You should try and take your own advice."

He had noticed under the girl's eyes as well; this caused her laugh softly whilst still scanning.

"I try if I'm being honest but you...you look like panda." y/n stifled a smile. This caused the mysterious man to her tilt his head and put his thumb on his lip.

"A panda?"

"Yes, a panda. That's how dark under your eyes are." she looks at him to meet his gaze for a second then looking back down, " Not that I am judging of course."

The detective didn't even know what to say, he had never had a conversation like this with someone.

He thought about this complete stranger who had somewhat cared for his well-being.

The girl cleared her throat and continued" So you keep yourself awake with sugar I assume. Again, not that I'm judging of course but it really can't be healthy."

She had finally finished and now packing his items in a paper bag, " What you're doing can wait, it's not going anywhere. People need sleep to perform their best, so why do something if it isn't done properly."

He stared at her, just fascinated. He just didn't know what it was, " I suppose there is some truth to that."

"Ten dollars and seventy-five cents." she smiled.

The ravenette snapped out of it, "Right yes, of course." He pulled the money out of his pockets, fumbling with it in the process and handed it to her.

She took it, the noise of the keypad to the register filling the silence. The receipt took mere seconds to print.

The slouched man watched as she teared it from the machine and put it in his bag, soon after handing him his change.

He waited for her to give him what he paid for but instead she spoke, " I'll tell you what pandas," Y/n notice the corner of his mouth twitch up for a second, like he was stifling a smile from the nickname she had for him.

She scanned his face before looking into his eyes. Normally people he talked to, which was not many, never looked into his eye and held his gaze, " Think about it, yeah? It won't kill you."

Y/n gave a warm smile as she slid the brown paper bag closer to him.

In response he just looked at her up and down to where the table cut her off. The detective nodded, immediately turning around to leave.

He started walking, thinking about what she said, how she looked at him and how she smiled.

Again, what was it about her? the detective thought, even his years of training and experience he couldn't understand this one.

He had talked to people so what made her so different?

He rarely talked to girls. Only for work purposes, even then they never saw his face or heard his real voice.

When he was out girls tended to stare at the man like he was a creep, weirdo yet this girl didn't.

Maybe he should've asked for her name? he wondered. As he entered his hotel room he pushed it away from his mind, drowning himself in his work like he always did but maybe this time, he'd actually sleep tonight.

It has been days after all.

Meanwhile back at the store Y/n sat on her stool and sighed, smiling like an idiot to herself but she didn't think much of it though.

Her biological dad taught her to smile always. He always said 'Don't frown because you never know who is falling love with your smile'

It had stuck with her.

It's not like she didn't know when to be serious, she just avoids being serious because her parents were like that, sucking the life out of everything.

She took note of it and used it as what not to do because if Y/n was being honest, she had hoped to God she didn't end up like them.