Bells and Hymns

Blurb: Growing up with her grandfather has not always been easy for Yua. After coming home from studying abroad in America, she still faces the same nuisance that has shadowed her since childhood: L. Yua has been taught never to get involved in detective work, but this may be one case she can't stay out of.

Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note via Manga, Anime, or film.

Author's Notes: So I've decided to write a Death Note fanfiction. I've been reading some of the OC slash canon stories from other Anime Fanfictions and got some inspiration. Please tell me what you think and if there are any problems that I need to fix up in this fic. I'm open for suggestions. This is my first Death Note fanfictions ever and even though I do support Raito/L I wanted to see what would happen if that wasn't the case. :D

Please forgive the brief, boring beginning. It's a scene straight from the Anime.

Warnings: There might be some spoilers in later chapters and relations to religion.

Familiar Face

It was getting late and L had just finished talking with the few police officers of the Japanese Police Force who chose to stay on the Kira case. He had had Watari hand them their new fake badges and their belts for contact. L scratched his thick, black hair and placed the cup of coffee that he was drinking back down on the saucer plate.

"Come to think about it," L said to the men sitting in the seats around the coffee table, "What's happening at Police Headquarters right now?"

"Currently there's no one there," Soichiro Yagami answer him.

"That's not good. Take turns and ensure that there's always someone there."

"Understood. Aizawa, it'll be your turn today," Soichiro told one of his officers.

"Alright," Aizawa said, getting up from his seat. "It's not far from here." He police wished his peers and chief a good night and started to make his way out of the hotel room.

"Take care," Soichiro said, standing up as well. All the other officers followed suit and watched Aizawa leave the room, shutting the door behind him. A few seconds after, Watari's cell phone rang.

L looked up at the elderly man as he pulled out his phone to answer it. He wondered who would be calling Watari at this hour. He doubted that the officer who had just left would have used his new belt within a few seconds of leaving.

"Hello?" Watari said.

L glanced at the officers who were waiting for the old man to finish his call then back at Watari again.

"I see," Watari answered whoever was on the other line with a nod. "You came back sooner then expected. Ah. I see. I will come pick you up in a few minutes." With that, the old man hung up his phone and put it away. He looked at L with a smile and said, "She's back from America."

"Oh? Who is?" L made a confused look and thought for a moment. "It's alright to mention their name. Kira isn't among us, remember?"

"Yua is back, Ryuuzaki," Watari said. "She went to study abroad in America for the last three years. She's already waiting at the Narita Airport. I have to go pick her up now."

L curled his lower lip and pressed his thumb between his front teeth. He couldn't believe that it had already been three year since she left Japan. Yua... She is back sooner than I thought. It's been so quiet and peaceful since she went off to study abroad. I can't say I'm actually happy to hear that she's back. One the other hand, it'd be nice to see a familiar face. L hopped off his seat.

"Watari," L said finally. "Let's not keep her waiting too long. She must be tired from the long trip."

"Ryuuzaki," Soichiro said. "I'm assuming that this is a private matter. So my officers and I will be leaving now."

"Yes," L nodded. "I'll have Watari contact you all for our next meeting tomorrow."

Soichiro and his team agreed. L bade them farewell as he watched Watari escort them out of their hotel room. Once the door was closed, leaving only him and Watari, L stuffed his hands into the front of his baggy jeans and waited for the old man.

"Ryuuzaki," Watari said. "I'll be leaving to pick her up now."

"I'll be coming with you, Watari," L said.

"It is not necessary," Watari said, grabbing his hat and coat from the coat rack. "Nor is it safe for you to come during this hour."

"I'd like to come."

Watari continued towards the door. "Understood."

L nodded and followed the old man to the parking lot.

-

The Narita Airport was still open at two in the morning. The lights still illuminated both the lots and the large buildings. A few people here and there walked in and out of the airport terminals. L focused his attention out the tainted window in the backseat while Watari maneuvered the car into a free parking space. After shutting off the car's engine, both men got out from the car. Casually, they walked together towards the Narita Airport's front.

"Watari," L said, looking at the old man. He walked with his usually, hunched posture and his hands in the front pockets for his jeans.

"Yes?" Watari, on the other hand, walked upright and mannerly.

"Do you suppose that she's changed during her studies in America?"

"I would image so. But I hope she hasn't changed too much. There she is."

L turned his head forward and saw a young woman wearing a round collar blouse and black dress pants, pulling a fairly large suitcase walking briskly towards them. She had a bright smile on her face. Right when she reached the two of them, she relieved herself of her luggage and flung her arms around Watari, giving the old man a warm hug.

"Grandpapa!" the female cried out the moment she embraced him.

"Yua," Watari said, happily as he hugged her back.

"How are you, Grandpapa? I've missed you so much! I have so much to tell you about America! And—well... right now I'm just glad to be back with you. How's your health, Grandpapa? Good as always? How is work treating you? What about the others? L isn't mistreating is he? Is he working you too hard?"

I'm right here... L said mentally to himself, staring at her with annoyance. He had noticed that she hadn't as much as glanced in his direction. She's ignoring me on purpose.

"One thing at a time, Yua," Watari pleaded with her. He chuckled, patted her on the shoulder, and looked at her for a moment. "You have changed a lot."

"Do you think so?" she asked her grandfather.

She has changed a lot. How old is Yua now? It's been three years. She should be twenty-three. L thought, eyeing her up and down. The Yua he remembered had always tied her dark hair back and always wore a pair of thick glasses. Now, she wore her hair down in a cut that looked slightly similar to those girls on TV and she had ridden herself of her glasses. I wonder how Watari feels about her changes. He said he didn't want her to change too much. L glanced over at the old man.

"Oh, you haven't greeted Ryuuzaki yet." Watari gestured at L. "Yua, don't be rude. Ryuuzaki took the time to come pick you up."

"Oh," Yua said flatly and turned to L.

L was beginning to feel a little disappointed as he wondered why Yua had ignored him—or if she did. He could tell that she was overwhelmed with seeing Watari for the first time in three years. It made sense that she would pay all her attention to her grandfather first and foremost. He stopped wondering when he saw Yua holding out a hand at him.

"It's been a while, Ryuuzaki" Yua said smiling slightly crookedly.

L began to smile and reach for her hand. "It sure has been." A tingling feeling grew in L's stomach when he shook her hand gently. I feel strange. I've never shaken a girl's hand before. Is it always different? L blinked. No. I just drank too much coffee during the meeting. I need to use the bathroom.

"Ryuuzaki, Yua," Watari said. "Let's get in the car and I'll drive us all home. I want you to tell me everything about your studies along the way, understand?"

"Yes Grandpapa," Yua said with a nod. She pulled her hand away from L's.

"Let me help you with your luggage," Watari said to her. He started to reach for her suitcase but Yua grabbed it before he did.

"It's alright," she said. "I've got it, Grandpapa. Let's go home, yeah? I'm really tired."

"I know you are," Watari said. He turned and led the two back to the parking lot. They were silent the rest of the way. The only sound came from the wheels of Yua's suitcase rolling on the airport's grounds.