Hello! This idea hit me when I was listening to Akira Yamaoka's wonderful compositions (look him up, seriously!) and I decided that Matsuda doesn't have enough love in the Death Note universe. Besides, I also have a Twilight/Death Note crossover (in the Twilight section) that I think is pretty good. But enough shameless plugging and more story! Happy reading.
Matsuda, as a rule, hated transitions. Even when he was a young boy, he hated how he shifted from one place to another, perfectly content with his current surroundings. When he became a police officer, that didn't change. In fact, it got worse with every promotion or precinct he had to change to.
The Kira case was by far the worse, though. He had had so many new things to get used to, and he often reeled from all of the transitions he had made throughout his life. He had finally gotten used to L and his harsh, cutting criticisms when, hey, he up and died on the task force, leaving the whole case in Light's seemingly capable hands.
Even with the tears streaming down his face, staring Light in his monstrous face, Matsuda still couldn't tell what was so damn funny.
At the time, it felt like his whole world had shattered from one huge transition. The other task for members recalled, also, that their world's had similarly cracked.
"I think," Aizawa stated, once the task force had healed enough to reminisce about that day, "we all knew he was Kira, or at least that something was terribly and deeply wrong with him."
Matsuda cleared his throat. He had never been one for profound, philosophical thoughts, preferring to deal with the straight, non-manipulated facts. "Even though we all pretty much knew, or guessed, I don't think any of us could have foresaw that he would just be… so…"
"Kira," Mogi finished. His succinct word had left the room in a silence weighing upon them all.
Since that time, however, Matsuda liked to think he had gotten used to transitions. First, with marrying Sayu after a few months of steady dating, and then when Yamamoto joined the task force, with a recommendation from L, no, Near himself.
Now, as Matsuda slammed the door of the car and rushed with his partner towards the drug ring they were supposed to bust, he found out that he still hated transitions just as much. However, as his heart pounded with his feet, grasping on the rough concrete of the warehouse that had held one horrifying transition for him, and his mind and hand remembered the familiarity of pulling his gun out and aiming, he started to hate transitions a little less. After all, transitions were just another part of life; and life, Matsuda decided, was well worth living.