A/N: Ngeh. Okay, i guess. Could've been worse, could've been better.
Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang.
The gunshots fired off. Matsuda breathed hard, staring at his gun. Had he really just done that? Him? The useless idiot? The fool? The only one besides Soichiro who had been so sure about Light's innocence? The one who wasn't even sure Kira was evil? The others couldn't believe it. He couldn't believe it.
Light squirmed on the floor and demanded that Matsuda kill the others, not him. They were the enemy here, not Kira! Is what he said. Hatred surged in the young cop, once again catching him by surprise. And then Matsuda was screaming. Screaming at the perfect boy who had turned out … this way.
In a rush of adrenaline, he almost shot Light again, shot to kill, but Aizawa stopped him. Matsuda, though he never said it, was secretly thankful. He'd never be able to stand it if he were the one to murder Light… at least in front of his eyes.
The young man, who really was still just a boy, struggled in a pool of his own blood, making Matsuda want to throw up. He was saying something…. Something like… hell? Bell? Fell?
"L," Light whimpered. "L… L… Sorry… L…"
Everyone else was momentarily distracted as Mikami stabbed himself with his pen and spurted blood like a fountain. But Matsuda watched as Light managed to push himself off the floor and escape. He didn't go after him for two reasons: 1) Light was so hurt he would probably bleed to death, and if not Ryuk would write his name down in the notebook. 2) He was simply too shocked to move.
After all of this, Light could have apologized to his father, his mother and sister, Misa, Takada, Mello, Mikami, any of the other people he'd killed or those whose lives had been ruined by Kira. He could have apologized to so many people. He could have apologized to no one at all, which seemed more likely when it came to Light, because apologizing meant admitting he had been wrong.
But he had apologized.
To L.
L, his greatest adversary. L, his mortal enemy. L, his only true rival.
So L must've meant a hell of a lot to Light, for him to apologize, to admit that he was wrong for. Matsuda didn't chase after Light as the others did. He was rooted to the spot. Confused. Matsuda's mind just could not comprehend the possibility that someone as evil and twisted as Light had turned out to be could care about someone as much as it was now obvious he did.
Matsuda, simple as he may be, saw deeper into this than any of the others ever could. And he knew, he knew, that wherever Light was, dying—because he knew this also—he was thinking of L. No one else would cross his mind. Not even himself, for once. Just L.
And maybe, if he had enough emotion to care for someone as deeply as Matsuda could see he cared for L, maybe Light wasn't such a monster after all. Maybe he was just like the rest of us desperate, confused, needy humans.
Light. Human.
It almost made sense.