Matsuda gingerly poked the body with his foot, rolling it over on its back. He grimaced at the bullet holes that riddled the disgusting corpse, stepping back, helping himself resist the urge to puke at Light Yagami's dead face and body. It had taken months of investigation and hours upon hours of research and grueling, down-to-earth police work, but it was finally done – the terrible and fearsome killer, the famous KIRA, had been captured and killed.
Aizawa stood next to him. "Matsuda…"
"What?!" Matsuda snapped back.
Aizawa was silent for a moment. Then, "That wasn't quite necessary. We had him, he had nowhere to go, the Shinigami couldn't help him – heck, it was helping us – and we almost got cuffs on him. If you hadn't- "
"Aizawa, he was going to kill us! We had worked with him this entire time, as a team, people who could count on each other. He didn't care about any of that the whole time! Why should this…" He stuttered. "…this thing, why should it get to…" Matsuda quieted. "Never mind. Let's just get him and go."
They focused their attention on the body, bent down, and, with a grunt and a heave, lifted him up and walked back toward the scene of the crime.
The warehouse loomed in the distance as they took step after step past buildings, until they finally were at the door of the warehouse. Matsuda looked in, remembering the carnage that had occurred only thirty minutes before, and shuddered. His heart hadn't stopped beating fast since then. He reassured himself. At least Light…is dead now. He can't hurt anyone anymore."
Matsuda turned away.
And was then greeted by an enchanting and mischievous voice that called out, "Where are you going Matsuda?"
Matsuda whipped around, gun out of his holster, then stopped. He stared, hovering in between disbelief and shock. The gun almost slipped out of his hand, but he gulped and gripped it harder. The man standing inside the window frame smiled at him, inviting him in with a wave of his hand. Matsuda had killed this man thirty minutes ago.
"Come in," Light Yagami said.