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Death Note, meet Supernatural- CHAPTER 6

Relationships: L (Death Note)/Reader, L (Death Note)/Original Female Character(s)

Summary: What if Death Note existed in a world with Winchesters in it? Would L finally have the evidence he needs to prove Light is Kira? How will L fare in a world where monsters are real and not every case is solvable by him? Lucky for him, there's a hunter here to work side-by-side with him.

Chapter Summary: Just spending time with team. Medium-ish interaction with L.

Chapter 6: Bantering and Resting

A table has been brought in and everyone is assembled in chairs around them. There are 2 serving trays emitting steam and delicious aromas. Mouth watering, I shake off Misa and head towards the food. To my disappointment, I recognize none of it except rice with fish which I can’t eat.

Watari greets me, “What shall I serve for you, Miss? I imagine you must be quite hungry.”

I puff up my cheeks and shrug, “I’m vegetarian, is there anything in here I can eat?”

“Oh, we did not know that. I’m sorry. Well, you can have some tea and cake. There are also grilled rice balls with soy sauce. The rest of it contains meat, I’m afraid. I could make some ramen if you’d like. Won’t take 10 minutes.”

“Ramen sounds good. Just point me to the kitchen and I’ll make it myself. You can get started on dinner here.”

“That’s kind of you but it’s no trouble. This dinner is for you after all. Please start eating and I’ll bring your ramen shortly.”

Nodding, I get a cup of tea and a couple of those rice balls. Everyone has already started eating. L has got his own trolley loaded with sweets and it’s half-empty by now. Misa has made herself very comfortable on Light’s lap while the dude looks as uncomfortable as Dean in shorts. She’s chatting away at him at lightspeed. Wanting to avoid that area, I move to the other side of the table to find the only empty seat beside Matsui. If I take that one, Misa will never shut up about it. Lord…I need booze. Now. Except there’s not a drop in sight. Is this some kind of freak alcohol-free zone? Sure, Light and Misa are underage and L doesn’t look like he’d handle liquor well but what about the grown-ups? Surely they drank. Chief seems a little holier-than-thou to ask and since I’m avoiding Matsui for now, that leaves Moji. Finishing my plate, I head over to him.

“Hi Moji, enjoying dinner?”

He looks startled at my appearance but recovers quickly, “Sure, Miss Anne. Are you?”

“I’d enjoy it a lot more if I had something to wash it down with,” I whisper.

“There’s always more tea.”

“Come on, man. I’m talking about the strong stuff. Where’d you keep that stash?”

Moji looks scandalized. “We don’t drink here. Everything is non-alcoholic.”

“Well, I cannot be non-alcoholic. I’ll get my own stuff if you don’t have any.”

Ignoring his offended gasp, I head over to my duffle bag and get my wallet filled with Yen. There’s nothing more I want to do than eat and sleep but my dinner is only riceballs and ramen. Shopping for lots of junk food, and alcohol too, will go a long way to keep my sanity. Seeing me heading out, Misa calls after me, “You can’t leave! You haven’t even talked to me or eaten anything!”

“I’m just doing a quick beer run 'cause you guys don’t have any. Be back in 20.”

“Oh, okay. But hurry. I’ll save some cake for you before Ryuzaki eats it all.”

Hearing the threat to his cake, L calmly proclaims, “Watari will bring more from the kitchen for her. This is mine. Hands off, Misa.”

Listening to their fading bickering sounds with Light trying to keep the peace, I feel my lips curl up. They are just children. One is the world’s greatest detective and the two could be serial killers with no memories of it. Introducing them to the world of monsters could be the last straw on the camel’s back. Especially L. The guy relies on logic and facts- knowing that something is beyond his control can crack his brain. Great, I’m already worried about the little weirdo. Blame his stupid eyes and stupid hair and stupid lips. Slippery slope. Screw beer, we’re going with wine tonight.

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The room seems livelier when I get back. I hand the bags to Watari after taking out a bag of chips and a bottle of wine for myself. “Please help yourself and others to whatever you like. Unload the rest in the kitchen. Also, can I have a glass for my drink?” He nods and points towards a steaming bowl of spicy-looking ramen which I make a beeline for saying, “Thanks, Watari!” His answering chuckle fades away as it’s just me and the food now. After slurping down almost half the bowl in minutes, cause it’s freaking delicious, the conversation around me registers.

Misa is calling L a pervert because he won’t uncuff Light even for their date. Why does L want to be the third wheel with those two if they’re Kiras is beyond…no wait. I understand. Maybe he’s hoping they’ll play 20 criminals on their dates. Hehe. I’m hilarious, I think. Flashes of dumb jokes, late nights, and stupid, deep-belly laughter pass through my mind. Gut-wrenching pain follows, guilt right on the heels. Swallowing becomes difficult so I drain the entire wine glass in one go.

“I have nothing against alcohol but if you’re an alcoholic , you must leave the team.”

Fixing L with my best glare, I snap, “Says the addict. Go to sugar-rehab yourself before giving me ultimatums.”

“I’m not addicted to sugar. I can stop anytime I want. I don’t because sugar helps me think.”

“I’m not addicted to alcohol. I can stop anytime I want. I don’t because alcohol helps me tolerate you.”

“You barely know me.”

“ You barely know me and you’ve already labeled me an alcoholic.”

“You drained the glass in one go.”

“I had difficulty swallowing.”

“Ah, my apologies. So you’re not an alcoholic. Just someone who doesn’t know how to eat. No problem. Shall I instruct Watari to cut up your food into small pieces for you? He can spoon-feed you, too.”

I want to scream and tear my hair out. I want to scream and tear his hair out.

Except there’s no scorn in L’s eyes, just concern. Looking at him, I realize his words are genuine and well-meaning. There’s no doubt he’s socially awkward. Must have trouble with many things. And now he’s taking my words at face value and trying to help me. To my horror, my eyes start stinging. Figuring hugs wouldn’t be well received just yet , I settle for a genuine, bright smile. L looks alarmed and I tone it down so I don’t resemble the Joker.

“Thank you, L- Ryuzaki. But it was just a one-time thing. My mind was elsewhere so…don’t worry about me.”

“Hm. Be careful so you don’t choke to death stuffing your cakehole and do Kira’s work for him.”

There’s that barely-there smile again with a twinkle in Bambi eyes.

Pitter-patter goes my ticker.

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Despite the dinner being in my honor, nobody pays much attention to me except L. Throughout the meal, we keep looking at each other, not even trying to hide it. There are so many questions I want to ask him but none of them are related to the case. I want to know where he grew up and what his favorite sweet is and does he watch movies or not. Though he is a smart-ass, his voice is better than any ASMR I’ve tried. It’d be impossible for me to get tired of listening to him when he’s not being a little shit obviously.

At some point, the food and wine are all gone and I’m just sitting looking at him. He’s doing the same so I don’t feel terribly self-conscious. His tilted head makes him look even more adorable. I should be taking the time to know more about the team but I’m beat right now. In preparation for coming here, a lot of security had to be reviewed and installed back home. My absence was dangerous but the Kira case needs solving. I almost didn’t want to come but staying under the radar was hard when I was in the States. Hopefully, they’d just figure I’d gone deep underground with my precious cargo, prepared to strike. Although I was confident everything would be fine, it was impossible not to worry. On top of that, the 14 hours flight to Tokyo was barely manageable thanks to my claustrophobia. I got a couple of hours of shut-eye but felt terribly nauseous after waking up. Since then, I've been running on fumes.

Right now, slightly tipsy with my belly full and the most hypnotizing eyes staring at me, my eyes start to droop. I know from experience that falling asleep in a chair would make me very sore so I summon all my willpower to get up. To my surprise, the room is empty save Light, Misa, L and me. Misa has fallen asleep in Light’s lap and he’s about to doze off too. L could not be more awake if he were an owl, considering the amount of sugar he’d consumed. Giving him a sleepy wave, and mumbling a “G’night”, I head to my room.

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The morning after my mouth tastes like butt, multiple someones are hammering my head and my body aches everywhere. Peeling my eyes open is a challenge but when I get them to focus, I see a glass of water, an aspirin with some dry toast and orange juice as a personal treat. I make a mental note to thank Watari later and immediately chug down the pill with water and even though the food looks appetizing, brushing my teeth comes first. Groaning, I piteously make my way to the bathroom and make it back to bed in record time, mouth fresh now. The toast feels perfect right now even though I can only nibble, not bite. Orange juice is skipped because I feel nauseous and don’t want any fluids in me. Head still pounding and body still hurting, I sink back into the bed, Morpheus already pulling me under.

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The next time I wake up, I feel heavy. Good heavy you feel when you’ve had deep, uninterrupted sleep in a long time. Basking in the sensation a bit longer, I start planning my day. Shower first, supernatural second. Today will be spent comfortably indoors reviewing all Kira case data. Taking a long shower, complete with hair wash and exfoliating, I feel like a new, cheerful person. The building that felt eerie yesterday now looks full of possibilities (It also helps the EMF in my hand picks up no readings).

Everyone, save Misa (thank God), is already in the briefing room when I arrive. A couple of new sofas have been placed near the table from last night. Some greetings are directed my way and I hand out smiles and nods. L and Light are stationed in front of the screen. “Hello bo-”, the words feel wrong, these are not my boys.

I clear my throat, “Hey guys, any new updates?”

“Here you are. Had a good rest, Anne? Ryuzaki and I have been at this all morning but nothing new from Yotsuba or elsewhere”, replies Light.

A cup of tea is thrust toward me by a tired-looking L. The guy has apparently pulled an all-nighter. Not that he can’t pull off the raccoon look but sleep is important. As we’re not close enough that I can order him to bed, my displeasure shows through my pursed lips. The tea tastes surprisingly normal as I expected L to have put a bajillion sugar cubes in it. On second thought, it’s exactly as I take it. My heart lifts as I wonder if he pays me special attention. The raccoon in question speaks up, “Here is your laptop with all the data in it. If you try to take it out of the building, it will self-destruct.”

“Thanks for the show of trust honey, really warms my heart.”

Settling down on the sofa, I get comfortable. It’s research time.

A/N: From next chapter, supernatural view is coming in!

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