Authors Note: I felt like being in a sappy mood because I am swooning over the man I love right now...even though he doesn't know I exist. Haha. So I take out my romantic feelings on L and his dear Matsuda.
The Ways Matsuda knows L loves him
It has been a little over a year since the beginning of the Kira investigation Task Force was established, and a little over a year since I first met him; L, the world's greatest detective, and six months since we quietly fell for each other and agreed to be together, in the ought most secrecy of course. L is not one to show that he cares, and perhaps he never will be. He still acts as cold and emotionless while we are at work, but once every one has either left or we have found a moment alone he kindly and gently permits me a quick kiss, or perhaps a gentle caress. I find the quick moments rather invigorating. Most people would feel rather down trod at such a relationship, but I don't. Because I know L loves me...I can see the subtle signs.
I often catch him staring into my eyes, even when I am not starring into his, he enjoys keeping eye contact with me...even when I am blindly unaware of it. They eyes are more than simple windows to a man's soul, they can also be a tattletale sign to what's welling in said man's heart. After all, we men always ogle the objects of our desire. That is one of the reasons women often give men a peep of their cleavage...men are a little more...secretive. And because of this simple rule of a man's wiring I know he cares very deep for me, perhaps even loves me just because he stares at me. L is a secretive man, I still have yet to learn much about him, besides the fact that he is an orphan and grew up in England. But since we men shield our emotions...well men who are at least a little smarter and mature than me. So knowing that he is starring, letting down his shield to allow me in makes me feel giddy and grow warm around the ears.
Another thing I noticed, though not as soon as he probably hoped was that he had Watari stock the kitchen with things I enjoy. I hadn't noticed for awhile, but one afternoon when getting him his seventh cup of coffee (how can he drink so much without peeing like a race horse?) I found the kitchen cupboards stocked full with Edamame, Pocky, yan yan and kaki peanuts, foods he would no doubt eat unless he was at gun point, and even than I doubted he'd allow these foods to pass his lips. The idea that I was on his mind in the most unexpected way made me love him all the more. I suddenly felt much like his girlfriend, which was an odd feeling since I was the dominant one in our secret relationship.
"Matsudea." I blink when I notice I had allowed myself to space out. Once my mind caught up with reality I found the detective seated in his chair gazing intently at me. I quickly glance around to find the task force has gone off without me and I am very much alone with the man of my affections. "Are you okay?"
I smile a blush forming upon my cheeks as I scratch the back of my neck in embarrassment.
"Ah, yes...yes I am fine. I was just thinking is all."
I hear him snort as his eyes lower from mine and he turns half way back towards the computer desk, taking up his cup of sugar with coffee and taking a noisy sip. I knew he was basically saying: As if you think Matsuda.
Even though he was cold and seemingly emotionless I knew he cared, knew he loved me and I knew I loved him. I would always love him, and I would stand behind him till the very end, till our paths were either forced apart or intertwined through eternity. Maybe someday I could hold him and make sweet, sweet love to him, and maybe someday, he would trust me enough to tell me his name...his full name. Someday, someday.
Authors Note: Sappy no? Please review.
