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The Greatest Mystery	By : LadyLaran Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Slash - Male/Male Views: 15225 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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Author’s Note - I’m still on a high from the response from the first chapters. So many alerts and a few reviews. I treasure each and hope to see more! I do listen to feedback from my readers and take the suggestions seriously. Anyway, here we go for chapter four!
Disclaimer - I do not own the characters or universes of Harry Potter or Death Note. I just like to play with the characters. I don’t make money from this either.
Chapter Four - The Bloodhounds Start Sniffing
The trip to Japan was short or so it felt to Harry. He’d spent a large portion of the time reviewing the case notes that Watari had handed him and making notes in a notebook that had been found after he’d requested it.
The case, so far, was interesting in a morbid way. The wizard was a bit baffled as to how so many killings could be done almost flawlessly. There was something about this that really bothered him, and it wasn’t just the amount of human lives that were snuffed out so easily. Harry couldn’t quite put his finger on it but knew he would in time. It was probably buried in one of the ancient tomes that Dobby would be bringing once they had settled into a hotel after landing.
He was very much unaware of being watched by the detective and his caretaker as he worked.
“He shows great dedication so far,” Watari murmured to L in Italian. He knew that Harry wouldn’t be able to understand them, giving them a sense of privacy.
Dark hair slid into dark gray eyes as L nodded, a pensive expression on his pale face. He’d been dividing his attention between his files and the other dark haired male during the flight. So far, Harry was showing dedication, which was something the reclusive man greatly appreciated.
“Indeed. So far, he is exceeding expectation. However, I will withhold judgment until I know what his thoughts are on the case.”
The older male could only agree. He was rather impressed with the level of hard work being shown over the last few hours.
“We’ll keep an eye on him but if he keeps up the pace he’s going at now, he’ll certainly be a valuable asset.”
The pensive look on L’s face didn’t fade as he heard his mentor’s words. Watari was right; Harry could become a valuable asset and not just to the case. He would keep watch over his new associate and see how the smaller male handled himself. If what the detective was seeing now held true throughout the length of the investigation, Harry may just have the requirements needed to become part of the Organization L worked with.
“Agreed. When we land, Watari, have him work with you on the electronics we have - computers and security. I want to make sure that there will be nothing that can disrupt them. Once done, I want to keep an eye on our new teammate and see how he reacts through everything. As you’ve said, if he performs well, I think an invitation should be extended.”
Watari flashed him a smile, pleased that L had noticed the same thing he had.
“I’ll see to it,” he promised him.
“Thank you, Watari. Preliminary results so far seem agreeable. We just have to wait to see how the full test goes before a final decision can be made.”
The inventor nodded, then hurried to make some tea for the group as well as something for them to eat. The flight was a long one, and he knew L well enough to know that the man’s fast metabolism would have his stomach rumbling before much longer.
The scent of fresh tea and pastries brought L from his thoughts and Harry from the notes he was reviewing. Watari had to hide a laugh at the sudden rumbling that came from both stomachs.
“I think I chose the right time to do this,” he said, chuckling as he set out the tea things. The older male was surprised when the wizard rose, helping him with the set up. Usually, Watari had to do this on his own as L was typically buried in cases about the time meals were brought to him.
“It certainly smells delicious, Watari,” the green eyed male said to him. “If it tastes as good as it smells, I think we’re in for a wonderful treat.”
“Thank you, Harry,” Watari answered with a smile. “I appreciate the compliment and the help.”
Harry just smiled back and helped the other to set up the tea service before taking a seat, sweetening his tea with a bit of honey and a dash of milk. He was about to take a sip when he saw how much sugar L was dropping into his cup. His eyes continued to grow wider as more and more sugar cubes were dropped into the cup before a plate of nothing but sweets was pulled closer for him to eat.
“I don’t mean to be rude, but I have to ask. How is it you have any teeth left?”
L looked up, a forkful of cheesecake near his lips as he was taken by surprise by the question the other had just asked.
“I am very conscientious about dental care.”
“I’ve never seen anyone put that much sugar into their tea. Can you even taste the tea at all?”
That was the first time L had ever been asked that question before, and it took a moment for him to ponder the answer.
“I can to an extent. Tea, no matter the mixture, is bitter to me and requires sugar to sweeten it so I can enjoy the affects of the beverage without the abhorrent bitterness that accompanies it.”
Harry frowned, thinking on what he’d been told. It made a kind of odd sense but really, there were other kinds of teas out there that weren’t too bitter. Most of them were herbal and given the dark circles under L’s eyes, he had a feeling L went for the more caffeinated beverages.
“It makes sense, I suppose. It just doesn’t seem to be the most healthy of approaches. You’ve got to take care of yourself,” he pointed out. “You are an important person in the muggle world; you don’t want to get sick because of diabetes or the like.”
“I have a prescribed vitamin that I take, and my blood sugar is monitored routinely to ensure that I remain at optimum health and efficiency.”
The wizard gave him a small smile, nodding at the news from the detective.
“Good. I’d hate to see someone become ill because of something like this. I’m glad you’re taking care of yourself.”
L nodded, then took the bite of the dessert that he had been holding off on to answer Harry’s question. He noticed that the other had taken a few of the small cumber sandwich quarters that Watari had chosen, nibbling at them in a way that told him that food wasn’t as important to Harry as it was to most.
Slender build, height that was too small for a man of his age. The visual clues were adding up in a way that was very unpleasant. He made a mental note to have a doctor called in to check on his new associate’s health. L knew that there were healers in the magical world but given Harry’s own words in regards to protecting his privacy, the detective had an idea that the other avoided medical exams as often as he could.
If his suspicions were correct, he would have a small project to work on to try and unravel a bit more information about Harry. The few times he’d heard of the man spoken at the House, the name was spoken with deep reverence and L had checked the history books the magical kids had at the House. It seemed that Potter-Black had defeated a Dark Lord several times throughout his life; oddly enough, it had been the same person since Harry was about a year old or so. Given that background, it was unlikely that the man across from him had developed a good rapport with a doctor and had routine checkups. If he was abused, as L was suspecting, chances were even higher that Harry avoided them even more out of habit to keep the authorities from being suspicious.
“Sickle for your thoughts?”
That odd comment pulled the detective from his pensive state, focusing on the young lord across from him.
“Excuse me?”
Harry chuckled softly, setting his tea cup down as he did so.
“You looked to be lost in thought so I offered a sickle to see if that would help coax you into discussing them. Sometimes sharing the problem can help reveal other possibilities and ideas.”
“True enough,” he said, sipping his tea as he rapidly pulled his thoughts into a coherent state so he could discuss what was on his mind. “I have been contemplating the various strategies in drawing Kira out as well as what your role in the case could be. Which reminds me, since you will be working for me for this case at least, you will need to submit to a physical after we land.”
The wizard stared at him for a long moment, eyes huge in stunned disbelief. Surely L wasn’t saying what he thought he’d just heard?
“A physical?”
“Yes. We will need a copy of your medical records in case of any mishaps or illnesses that may arise during the time you spend with us.”
Watari, who had been seated with them at the small table, broke his silence at the shocked expression on Harry’s face.
“It’s standard procedure. We have a doctor on call for L’s and my needs,” he said quietly. “She’ll need a full work up on you so she can know what’s normal or not in case of emergencies. You won’t have to worry about her equipment reacting to your magic either. Everything she has for her mobile clinic has been altered to handle the magical influences of a witch or wizard. On top of that, she’s worked with your healers in order to help with some of the young people I take care of. Dr. Whitmore knows what she‘s doing and will be able to meet your unique needs.”
Well, there went the only argument Harry could use to escape the evil clutches of the doctor. He hated them with a passion, having spent too much time in the Hospital Wing at Hogwarts. In truth, the wizard always cursed and blessed Madame Pomfrey for overlooking the obvious. The last thing he’d needed was for the magical world to find out about how bad his life at his family’s home was.
“I’m not exactly fond of doctors,” he admitted, unaware of L‘s sharp gaze watching him for visual clues.
“Neither is L,” Watari confided. “However, it’s a necessary evil and should be done this evening after we land.”
“Shite,” he grumbled, making the older man laugh softly. Harry blushed a bit at using such language and was quick to bury himself back in the study of the notes he’d been given.
Merlin, it seemed that things were just getting more and more complicated and the bloody investigation hadn’t started yet!

Author’s End Note - A little shorter than I’d like and a bit of a filler. I’m okay with it but believe the next chapter will be better. This was more of them getting to know each other and moving things forward a bit. Since Harry tends to be so closed mouthed, this is a good way for L to start getting to know his coworker. I hope you enjoyed it! Please review and let me know what you think.
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