unimpressed birds sing and die.
Of course, Matsuda would have never even thought that the feeling he got in his gut every time he saw L was love or anything... Deep admiration, maybe. But love? No. Matsuda was most certainly not in love with that strange, crouching, pale man. That was absurd.
Matsuda was in love with that sweet American girl that he met just before the Kira investigation started taking up all of his time. Yes, he was in love with oh, what was her name again...?
Ah, it didn't matter. She was beautiful, and Matsuda was in love with her.
(And she wasn't L. That's the most important thing.)
But Matsuda would still try so hard to get praise from L. He wanted (needed) it so much that it made him absolutely crazy, but refused to accept the real reason behind why he wanted (needed) the praise.
And L, who sometimes reminded Matsuda of an owl, even though that was just kind of strange, but... anyway, L's eyes would take in everything. He would see everything, except for Matsuda, and that just would just hurt.
And then one day, L died.
L died, and Matsuda never thought of the nameless American girl again.
notes and stuff: Hopefully the end will make sense to everyone. Because it makes sense to me. (insert wtf face here.)
Fic inspired by one, tiny little lyric from You're Crashing, But You're No Wave by Fall Out Boy. Yayyy.
Review, plz.