No words needed [L x Reader] ? Death Note

You had no idea how to dress for the occasion, what does one wear meeting the worlds greatest detective? Was this casual? Or a strict business meeting?

You played it safe, and stuck you your usual work clothes.

This was an interesting case, a killer alluding capture because no one knew if there even was a killer. While all signs pointed to murder, it was so elusive some thought it was something else entirely. A virus? A mass hysteria? A cult? No one knew for sure. But that's why the best minds had to investigate it.

You were certainly not the best mind, just an average private investigator. But you were emailed by a very important person a while back, asking for your assistance. You had no idea why you were chosen, but there was no way you'd pass up the chance to work under THE L. With no idea what to expect, you just packed up your stuff for a usual work day, but rather than going to the office you went to the address of a hotel you were given.

And now you were standing by the door overthinking everything. We're you professional enough? What if he was super mean? Would he even be a he? Should you have bought snacks or something?

Who the hell knows what to do meeting the world's greatest detective, no one had met him before. At least, that's what people said. It was totally possible someone else had met him and was sworn to secrecy like you. Maybe L even had a whole army of spies under him? No one knew. L was just that elusive.

He was known only by a calligraphy L and a text to speech voice. Some speculated it was his actual voice with a voice filter on it, but to you it sounded too robotic and unnatural to be that option. But who knows maybe he made a vocaloid of his voice to use as a filter?

Whatever the answers to all your questions were, you were going to find out. You knocked on the door, and awaited an answer. It was silent a moment, then you heard the door unlock.

You waited another moment, wondering if he or someone he worked with would open it if you should. But when no one opened it, you assumed you'd be the one turning the handle. A little nervous you pushed the door open and peeked inside.

"Hello?" You asked.

The room was dimly lit, the light of computers seen from around the corner and the only light on being the hall one leading into the main area of the hotel room. Closing the door behind you, you stepped in.

When you turned the corner, you were met with the man himself. Although he was nothing like you thought he'd be.

Tall, slim, pale. No older than 25, looked like he just rolled out of bed. You looked overdressed compared to him. He stood before you, silently. There was a pause, slightly awkward. You wondered if you should speak first, and since he was silent, you did.

"Wow... sorry I just... I pictured you as a wise old man or something! You're the world greatest detective and this young? That's amazing. I'm sure you already know me, you reached out to me, I'm (y/n)" you rambled.

He was silent, seemingly scanning you. You expected him to say something, but instead he picked up a notebook from the coffee table, and handed it to you. Confused, you took it.

I'm L, I can't talk.
I apologise for the inconvenience, but I can't help it, I was just born this way. I can hear just fine, so you can speak to me all you like, I'll just have to respond via writing.
I appreciate your cooperation with this case, and I apologise for the having to get rid of your hard drive thing, I'll replace it.

Oh yeah, turns out anyone contacted by L has to ditch their hard drive so the emails couldn't be tracked by anyone. At least until you get a phone specifically for talking to him. Although it seems talking was out of the picture for him.

"Oh! Ok, that's fine. Actually it'll probably make things easier. Words can get mixed up sometimes so writing it out and checking it over would prevent miscommunications right?" You replied.

He nodded, taking the notebook from you again. He wrote something down, his pen having a little strawberry on a spring on the end so it wobbled when he wrote. Cute.

I appreciate the cooperation. It's partial mutism, I can only talk to certain people. Although I do know sign language if you'd prefer to communicate that way.

He seemed a little nervous himself. Maybe because he has to explain such a situation to a stranger. You imagined he'd probably been ridiculed for this before, as the world had some real assholes in it. Reading the writing, you couldn't help but notice his handwriting was pretty spaced out, but a little messy. He dotted his I'd with perfect circles but his M's looked like squiggles.

"Ah, I only know a little bit of sign language sorry. I'll use it where I can, but for now writing would be best. And don't worry about the hard drive, I get it's for safety reasons. I bought the recent evidence photos you asked for by the way" you said.

Reaching into your bag, you pulled out a file sealed in a plastic sleeve. He took it and flipped though it quickly, making sure everything was there. Giving you a thumbs up as a thanks, he gestured for you to sit down around the coffee table he's already covered in work. You took your seat in the chair next to his, and put your bag at your feet.

Reaching over the back of his chair, he pulled something out of a bag and handed it to you.

It was a ziplock bag of things you'd need for the case, with your name written on the front.

"Oh! Thanks, didn't think about all the stuff I'd need honestly" you said.

Taking the bag from him and opening it, you could feel his eyes on you as you went through it. A flip phone with his work number already in it, an ID with a false name, a tracker hidden in a necklace in case you had to do field work, a taser disguised as a charger and at the bottom was something completely unrelated.

Stuck to a sticky note was a bite size packet of hi-chew.

Your email mentioned you liked hi-chew. It read.

Aw... he was actually pretty nice.

"Ooh! Grape flavour, thank you" you smiled.

He gave you a slight smile, and reached for his laptop. Gesturing for you to look, he opened notepad and began to type.

The best place to start would be making an offical timeline, if you have any additional evidence on your terabyte drive, please plug it in and transfer it.

"Oh yeah, I bought that. I figured sending via email would be a bit risky" you said, pulling out the drive.

He let you take his laptop to copy the files for him, and simply watched as you did.

For most people, silence and one sided conversations felt awkward. But you didn't particularly mind it much. When someone can't talk, you tend to rely on their body language and gestures know what they're thinking. Even though L's eyes had the tendency to stare though your soul, he didn't feel threatening.

It was more like he was analysing you, which you expected from the worlds greatest detective. He also seemed somewhat tense, maybe he was always on high alert because of his job, maybe it was just because he was meeting you for the first time.

In fact you hadn't even noticed how weirdly he sat until now. You were too busy thinking of ways to communicate with him since he couldn't talk. Clearly that didn't hold him back, he was anonymous yes, but still world famous and VERY smart. He didn't let mutism stop him, even though it impacted his life.

He could still sigh, laugh, cough and make other noises. And like he said, speak to those he was deeply connected with. He was still a perfectly functional human being, despite his lack of speech.

Although... maybe it was because he was already a mysterious figure to begin with, but you REALLY wanted to hear his voice.