A/N: And now, we can get on to the interesting part! x)
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For the next week, Light and Mikami went out searching for jobs. Matsuda stayed home, but not because he wanted to. He had only gotten so far to listing jobs that he could get, which were not many, when Light excused them from Mikami's presence and seduced him into silence in the bathroom. Needless to say, the next morning Matsuda was upset to wake up in the hotel room alone.

"They think I'm so useless!" he mumbled to himself, picking up a new pair of pants.

He fumbled to get them on and continued getting dressed. All the while he still mumbled under his breath. He was just as useful! He could go out and get a job. It was just like back at the headquarters.

"Hmph," he said to himself, "Making L's coffee was better than this!"

He plopped back down on the bed, dressed in a white t shirt and some jeans, and pouted. He couldn't remember the last time he had worn a pair of loose jeans and a t shirt Working the Kira case had him at the HQ 24/7. He barely had time to shower, change clothes, or even sleep. L always said that he needed everybody's help to capture Kira. And then he'd send Matsuda to fetch him some more extra- caffeinated coffee.

'Even the coffee-maker had to be there,' the raven-haired man thought to himself.

He sighed heavily and turned on the TV. Maybe some TV would take his mind off all this thought of HQ, L, and the task force. But the more he flipped through the stations, the more L's voice penetrated his mind. Finally, Matsuda turned the TV off after only a few minutes and laid back on the bed. He could never tell Light or Mikami, but he missed living in Japan very much. It was his home. And then abruptly jumping on a plane to a country he couldn't even speak the language of?

But Matsuda loved Light and he would follow him to the ends of the earth. He still couldn't figure out why Mikami just had to come with them. What was the point in bringing him along? Sure, the Japanese police would've picked him apart. Knowing the task force and the police well enough, Matsuda couldn't even wish that on Mikami. Even so, that moment, last night ...

"K-Kami," Mikami whispered shyly and loosened his hold on Light's hand hesitantly.

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Matsuda rolled over onto his side and sighed, staring at the wall. Light was simply the guy who proved to Mikami that there were people who thought like him. And when light acted on those thoughts, he became Mikami's god. That was it. There was no romance there. None at all!

And even if Mikami did have those kind of feelings for Light, Light wouldn't return them. Matsuda believed in his heart that he and Light were meant to be and he loved Matsuda the way Matsuda loved him. Their love was mutual, unlike whatever Mikami felt for Light. Light and Matsuda were in love. There was no room for Mikami in this heart shaped picture and there never would be.

But ... that moment ...

RING RING RING!

Matsuda yelped at the sound. He expected something explosive to happen, like Aizawa and Mogi busting through the door with Light in handcuffs. But it was just his cell phone. It was probably Light or Mikami calling.

"Tota her- I mean, hello?" he answered, correcting himself; he was no longer a police officer.

"Matsuda-chan?" came the frail, high-pitched voice of the number one Kira fan.

'Oh, crap.'

"Misa?"

"Matsuda-chan! Where's Light-kun?! Nobody can find him!"

"Misa-chan, calm down. Why didn't you call him?"

"Misa did! But he's ignoring Misa ... he hasn't answered his phone at all!"

"Maybe he's busy?"

"B-B-But, Matsuda-chan! Nobody can find him! I went by Yagami-san's house, but only she and Sayu-chan were there. Not even Mogi-chan knows where he is! But Misa has a feeling that Matsuda-chan knows!"

"Me?"

"Yes! Matsuda-chan ... please, tell me. Misa's so worried about Light-kun."

And it was obvious that she was. Her voice was a little shaky like she had been crying earlier and she seemed just as anxious. Matsuda was beginning to feel guilty. If that was him, in Misa's shoes, he'd be heartbroken too. Not knowing where Light was for days on end. The very idea made his eyes tear up. Maybe ...

"Misa ... Light ..."

"Yes?" she cried hopefully.

No. Matsuda shook his head, no.

"Light's busy right now, but when he's ready, he'll get back to you. I promise."

Misa gasped angrily over the phone line, "MATSUDA-CHAN."

"I'm sorry, Misa!"

"No, you're not! You're just selfish like those wenches back at that University! You just want to steal Light-kun from Misa and keep him for yourself!"

"No! Misa! You've got it wrong! Light and Mikami are-"

"MIKAMI?! That backstabbing, home-wrecking bastard helped you?! Misa should've known! Misa will find my Light-kun if it's the last thing Misa does! Never underestimate Misa's love for Light!"

"But, Mis-"

"SOME FRIEND YOU ARE."

With that, Matsuda was left pleading to the dial tone. He growled to himself as he close his cell phone with a faint 'clank.' This was bad. No, this horrible. How could he have let this happen? How could he possible tell Light that his stalker girlfriend was after him?

'She sure has gotten more annoying since me and Light-kun got together,' Matsuda thought, his eye twitching lightly.

However, Matuda quickly changed his mind frame to how he was going to tell Light that Misa had called, and what she had said.

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"She what?" Light asked, dropping a bag of food on the floor.

"She called and said that she was looking for you." Matsuda sighed, fumbling with his the buttons on Light's jacket as he held the garment close.

Light looked as though he were thinking. Matsuda sighed and placed the jacket on the bed before standing up. Light didn't have to say it for him; he knew. He had messed up big time.

"Matsuda!" Light suddenly said.

"Huh? Wha? Did I really mess up this time, Light-kun? I'm sorry!" Matsuda cried, feeling horrible.

Light raised an eyebrow, "I never said you messed up. You actually did something good."

"I did?"

"Yes, you did." Light pulled the other close to him, snaking his arms around a slender waist, "Now that Misa is upset, she won't be able to think straight. She'll just trip over herself and make bad mistakes. She'll never find us."

"Are you sure? What if she gets the task force to help her?"

"Like they really have an idea where we could be."

"I guess, but ... what if she does happen to find us?"

"She's too stupid," Light spat coldly.

Matsuda was slightly taken back by the tone in Light's voice when he insulted Misa. But he nodded anyway. Light grinned at the older man and tightened his hold on his waist, bringing him even closer. Matsuda blushed and pushed his hands against the warm chest of his younger lover. Light persisted, capturing Matsuda's lips with his, igniting a fiery kiss.

The former officer moaned heatedly, running his fingers through Light's chocolate hair. He wasn't sure when or how they had wound up on the bed, but they did. The only thing that mattered was the he was here, Light was here, and Mikami wasn't. What could be better?

"Mmph," he groaned, "L-Light-kun."

"Yeah?"

"I love you," Matsuda sputtered, his words ending just as Light succeeded in freeing the man of his jeans.

"I love you too," Light sat up, grinning down at Matsuda.

Matsuda's heart fluttered in his chest, tickling his rib cage. He loved hearing Light say those three words. It never ceased to catch him off guard in the best way.

"I mean it!" he suddenly blurted out.

Light really didn't seem to be listening. Matsuda sighed and relaxed, letting Light do as he pleased. The brunette's hands roamed along the man's body, teasing Matsuda with his skilled touch. As he watched Light work magic on his body, he still couldn't help but wonder if the younger knew how much he loved him. Light would never say things he didn't even remotely mean, right?

It didn't matter now though because, as Light's mouth came down Matsuda, nothing did.

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A/N: The next chapter is about Mikami! Or he gets more spotlight than he normally does, because I really don't give him as much spotlight as he deserves. -bad bad bad-