Disclaimer: This girl does not own Death Note
Summary:
Matsuda decides that he is fed up with being a liability rather than
an asset, and in taking steps to remedy the situation, forms an
unlikely relationship between himself and a man he never thought
to.
Rating:
NC17/R
It is predominantly an L/Matsuda fiction, but there will be mild L/Light and some L/Light/Matsuda, which should be adequate fanservice for all of the fan girls out there.
It will be about nine chapters long, and it will contain spoilers from the Yotsuba arc onwards.
Unexpected.
"Matsuda!"
He couldn't get it out of his mind.
Ryuuzaki's voice, uncharacteristic in its harshness, hurt him in more ways than it should have.
That one word; his name, it kept running through his head, again and again.
Matsuda!
The sharpness, made more obvious by the obviously contrived gentleness of his next words, the addition of the almost intimate and certainly polite honorific that had been absent when his name was shouted.
He was just trying to help, to be useful.
Instead, Ryuuzaki had shouted.
Ryuuzaki never shouted.
Matsuda had never heard him raise his voice at all. Hell, Ryuuzaki had probably never yelled at anyone in his lifetime.
The only time he had, it had been at him. At Matsuda.
Matsuda.
Matsuda!
His words were almost a snarl, and it had shocked the young officer to the core. But what had hurt most were the words that followed.
He had asked him leave and to go and to make him coffee. As if all he was good for was the making of beverages. As if he was so hopeless and useless that he couldn't help, that he couldn't do something praiseworthy other than make a palatable cup of blasted coffee.
So he wasn't as good at this kind of detective work? He wasn't cut out for the underhandedness, all of the second guessing and the theories: the lack of anything solid to base any of their ideas.
He was an honest person; this didn't come naturally to him!
It didn't mean he wasn't a good officer. He was a good officer, he knew that. He didn't exactly finish at the top of his class, but he was pretty close up there, and he had had enough experience in the field to merit a little respect, but everybody treated him as if he were stupid.
Even Light (who was years his junior) had the audacity to call him an airhead.
He was fed up with it.
He was sick of being hurt, and mocked and ignored, of being treated like a wayward child instead of an adult. He could only think of one way that he could be seen as an adult in Ryuuzaki's eyes.
In Ryuuzaki's lonely eyes.
Matsuda was not entirely stupid, after all. He was dense sometimes, he would admit that, but he was not as brainless as everybody seemed to assume he was.
He had noticed the looks that the staff and strangers gave Misa. He had looked at her in much the same way as everybody else had a number of times.
What he had also noticed was the lack of those certain looks that Light gave Misa: beautiful (If absent minded) Misa, who very obviously adored him.
But that was no more a secret than the facts that Misa was very attractive and that everybody thought so were secrets.
Everyone knew that Light treated Misa's hero worship of him with a kind of polite exasperation and slight discomfort.
No, what was a secret, what also had not escaped Matsuda's notice was the fact that Ryuuzaki was also not above giving those looks.
But the receptacle of those looks was not the cute, blonde pouting model, but Yagami Light.
Yagami Light, The handsome and rather winsome teenaged boy whom Ryuuzaki suspected of being Kira and who was also the chief's son.
Ryuuzaki wanted Light, and it appeared that Matsuda was the only one other than Ryuuzaki who was aware of this.
This left Matsuda at a bit of an advantage.
At a very large advantage, actually.
And, contrary to popular belief, Matsuda wasn't a total idiot.
He knew what he could do with this.
Ryuuzaki would have to see him in a different light; he would know that Matsuda is not was useless and stupid as he thought: that he could do something nobody else could.
He just had to get him alone.