Pairings: Matsuda Touta and Sayu Yagami
Legal junk: I don't own Death Note, and this is a non-profit piece of work.
Light is Kira, thought Matsuda. He is Kira, and Kira has won.
The warehouse was stained red with the pale boy's—N's—blood. After Lig—no, Kira—had killed Near, he had murdered the rest of the SPK. Swiftly, easily, and without hesitation. He was a monster.
Matsuda reached for his gun, but so much of him feared that he and his friends were going to die then and there that his hands were trembling. It was no use: there was no gun. "Where. . . ?"
"I have it," answered Aizawa, who was then playing with Matsuda's weapon.
The monster did not move.
"Aizawa, hand me my gun! Quick, before it kills us all!"
But Aizawa did not do as he was asked. Instead, he continued to toss Matsuda's gun into the air, only to catch it before it flew past his waist. Carelessness in such desperate times? What was Aizawa thinking?
Oh . . . God, no. . . .
"No, what?" asked Kira as it turned around to face Matsuda.
Matsuda sneered.
"You are not a god!"
Kira only cocked one of its eyebrows. "Matsuda, you are an idiot. If I was not God, then I would not have them under my control." He smirked. "Aizawa, let Matsuda here join that foolish sister of mine, want you?"
"Foolish sister. . . ?"
"No! NO! You son of a bitch, Kira! You're a monster! Where is Sayu? Where is she, dammit?"
Kira shrugged, smiled, and Matsuda heard the gun fire from his friend's hand, felt the bullet go through his own head, watched the world tilt to his side, felt his body crash to the ground—
"Matsuda? Matsuda, wake up!"
And he did. He awoke in his warm bed (a contrast to the cold floor of the warehouse) next to his beautiful wife (who was nothing at all like her older brother) who was very, very much alive, and very, very safe.
Matsuda sighed, relieved. This was not the first time that he had dreamed of the day when Chief Soichiro's son was proven to be the serial killer Kira, and he doubted that it would be the last.
Exhaling, Matsuda leaned over to get closer to Sayu.
"Thank God you are all right."
This is . . . very different from what I normally write in almost every way possible, from the length to the fast-paced style. Normally I would never spin anything like this out and be even semi-satisfied with it, but I believe that anything more would simply be too much. Of course, it can be written with more detail . . . I simply don't feel that my version of this works that way.
I find it strange that I'm publishing this after almost an entire year of silence, but I suppose that it is what it is. Hey, if nothing else, I at least got something out before the end of the world, right? ;)
- CNGB, 11:11 PM