L is for Love...or Lust...?
Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note, nor do I own any of the characters but Akira Yashahiro. Also, I'm not sure where it REALLY takes place, so for the sake of sakes, it takes place in Tokyo. x3
Chapter
"I'm going to go out for a walk, okay guys?"
"..."
"Don't wander off, Matsuda,"
"Riuzaki...onegai..."
"I'm sure it couldn't hurt if he was allowed some time to himself,"
"Yeah, Riuzaki, it's not like he's Kira,"
"...very well..."
"Arigato!"
Matsuda walked down the street, happy to get a break. He'd spend so many mind numbing hours in that building...all the same faces...all the same things. Nothing ever changed. Misa over Raito. L or Raito. Raito was the center of it all. All L cared about was Raito...so it seemed. Or cakes. Sugary sweets. No one was ever different. And he was the servant.
L made it seem like all Matsuda was good for was fetching his cup of tea, or some extra pastries, or something faxed from somewhere that Watari found. Matsuda kicked an abandoned bottle into a gutter. Tokyo was overly crowded tonight. An event? Maybe.
Even if Matsuda were to solve the case, would that not be good enough? The credit would somehow go to Riuzaki... Matsuda thought bitterly. Does he even have emotions? All he does is lie to us...he leads us on so that he can make truth of things that are completely idiotic...
But being in the streets of a busy Tokyo city made things better. All the different faces. People talking about things that aren't the Kira case. Thank god. If I had to see that gangly man staring at over 600 monitors again, I'd explode... Matsuda felt guilty almost immediately after thinking it. The Kira case was important. He was saving lives. No, L was saving lives. He was supplying the doughnuts. Matsuda became almost completely captivated by his own thoughts, and didn't see the woman trotting toward him, shouting his name.
"Matsuda-kun!" She hugged him, and he toppled over.
"Aiieh!" Down he went. When he gained focus, he recognized to woman.
Her hair hung slightly down her mid-back, and was a shade of raven-black. Her bangs framed her face, and partially covered her right eye. She smiled, and helped him up.
"Akira-chan!" Matsuda hugged her back, "I thought you were some sort of stalker!"
"Matsuda! What are you doing outside? I thought you were a prisoner of--
"Akira...not in the streets..." Matsuda warned.
"Oh...I wanted to ask you about that,"
"About...what?"
"The case..."
"The ca...Oh! What about it?" Matsuda paused, "You know I'm not allowed to talk about it,"
"It's important,"