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They came the next day, and took his letter. He saw them, but they wore over coats and masks, it was too early for most people to be out, and it would not seem so suspisious, and he was sure that they came in a car, so no one would catch them.

Matsdua was sure he made the right choice, and if he had any regrets, it was to late to turn back now. He knew he was to die soon. He had grown to attached to L and Light to refuse the offer. Plus, they were geniuses, and he was considered the idiot, mostly for being so happy all the time, and he knew it.

No matter what they said, he wasn't an idiot, he knew they talked about him, and he most of the time faked the happyness, because he knew that it kept everyone going, even if they didn't. But at the moment, he couldn't even try to fake happyness.

How could any one; when you know your time is soon, you can't help but be depressed. But he knew for a fact, that it was the right thing to do, and it was what he wanted to do. He didn't want any one to die for his actions. He wouldn't even be able to live with the guilt, so what was the point in trying to cave himself.

That's the point, there was none. No one took him seriously, and he always messed up, but by doing this, he could save everything. He knew that L would one day take the place as The World's Greatest Detective again, and the world needed L more than it needed him.

Now that thought hurt, but it was true.

He walked back into his room, with in an hour, there would most likely be a message, telling when they'd come and get him. All he had to do was wait. And he was right, after a boring and meaningless hour of sitting there, reading a book that he knew from cover to back, a message popped up.

Just like the last one, it had black background shading, and red cursive letters. It simply read what time they'd come, in twenty minutes, and that as soon as they got him, they'd drop him children off. He got up from his chair, and went into the kitchen, he needed something to eat and drink, he didn't want to, but knew he'd regret it later if he didn't.

But as he ate his ham and cheese sandwich, he could help but wish to see them one last time. He knew he wouldn't though. As soon as they got their hands on him, they'd tear him to shreds, in the most pain full way. But he didn't care; he felt nothing at all. The depression left him some time ago, and was replaced with a feeling of nothingness.

Soon after, there was a knock on his door, and he got up to get it, he knew who it was, and unfortunetly, he was right. There were men, really buff, that he had never seen before. They didn't wear masks this time, there was no need to. With out a word, he followed them, not even bothering to lock the door.

Once he left his apartment, he saw a black car waiting there, with tinted windows like the one before. One of the men grabbed his arms and forced them behind his back, he did struggle at first, not expecting it, but soon stopped, and they put handcuffs on him along with a blind fold.

They pushed him, not-to-gently, into the back seat. And with a harsh jerk of the car, they took off to their destination. The trip was long, and he seemed to be able to feel all the bumps in the road. He never noticed them before, there was no reason to.

After what seemed like forever, they stopped for good, not just for a red light; he could tell, the car itself shut off. He heard them getting out, the noise the doors made when they opened. Why was he noticing all these things now of all times? maybe he was just to focused on other things before to notice them.

But that didn't matter, because soon his door opened, and he was taken into where ever they went. Once they entered the place, he noticed that it was surprisingly warm there. He expected a cold wearhouse, but what did it matter?

The blind fold was taken off, why they needed to make sure he didn't know where he went was strange and unnecessary, but oh well, he thought. He looked around and saw J, [matsuda of course didn't know he was J but its just easier this way] and he looked pasted the stranger, and looked at his 'kids'.

L and Light were sitting on the bed, like they had yesterday, and stared out into space. The day before, when they were left in the room, they had laid on the bed, next to each other, holding hands. They, once again, needed comfort. And they found it with each other, never at anytime did they feel more like brothers, than they did now.

After a little while, food was pushed into the room, through a slot in the door they had not noticed before, and they could hear it being locked from the outside, that was just how quiet it was in the room. The food was nothing special, just some tomato soup, a bottle of water, and two apples. There was one bowl, but two spoons.

It didn't matter, they knew how to share, and they got up and ate. They were hungry, and were not going to turn it down. And after they ate and shared the water, both drinking about half, got back into bed, and cuddled together for comfort. They fell into a deep sleep that night, hoping never to wake up to the nightmare they called their life.

Unfortunetly, the next morning, they had been woken up by J, and he told them the 'good news' their dad had taken the offer, what that meant they could only imagine, and that they could see him. J may have been doing these evil things, but he was not heartless, he only wanted revenge, so he decided to let the family say their good-byes.

But once they were in the same room, they said nothing to each other.

Matsuda could only turn away, he looked at them any longer, he felt that he might cry. He only looked back to them when he knew that they were being taken away. This was the last time he was going to see them, and he knew it.

They were lead out of the velvet red room that they were in, and hopfully out to the car, to where they would go to the task force, and be safe once again. Once the door closed, J spoke, "Hello, I am J, not that it matters to you any more, and this," He motioned to the place they were in,"is hell, and your final resting place, nice huh?"

Matsuda didn't answer, only stared at him. J walked over, and yanked him up, dragging him into a white hallway, and not matter how much he tried to move his feet, to walk instead of being painfully dragged, they wouldn't move. Opening a black door, which looked out of place in the crayon white hall, but oddly stylish, he pushed Matsuda in.

In the room, it was dark, the only thing giving off light was the dim head light on the middle of the ceiling. There was what looked like a hospital bed under the light, and it had leather straps nailed into it, and what looked likle belt buckles to close them once something was put on it.

************************ps this next part is a little gory, so you may not want to read, the important part will be after this, and will have stars to signal the ending to the gory part.**************

Beside the bed was a table that held instruments or torture, he could only imagine what they could be used for; it looked like something out of a horror movie. J hauled him up by his hair and over to the bed. He undid the handcuffs, but Matsuda did not fight, he had no fight left in him. This was his fate, he knew it.

J picked him up, for such a skinny man he was certainly strong, and laid him on the bed. Strapping in his hands, he left his feet alone, and walked over to the table, seeming to think about which one he should use first. Although Matsuda felt empty inside, he could feel his heart beating faster and faster.

Picking up an instrument, he walked back over, it looked like something that you would use to pull out someone's finger nail with, and it was because as soon J was at the side of the table, he took a hold of Matsuda's hand, and opened it up, and clamped it onto his fingernail.

Matsuda knew it was going to hurt, but once, when he was little, he had been his by a bus, and had broken a lot of bones, it had hurt a lot, and the only way to stop the pain was to force himself into a state of shock, where it felt like like he had left his body, and it was someone else in pain, not him.

And just before j pulled, he did the same thing that he had done so long ago. Put himself in shock, and once the fingernail was no longer there he was only vaguely aware of a slight pain, a small throbbing kind of pain, and slowly one-by-one three more were pulled.

J went back over to the table, and laid the now bloody instrument on the table. He then picked up a knife, and embedded it into Matsuda's side, and for some reason that seemed to pull him out of the shock, and the pain came rushing to him. He screamed.

*******its over, and ps if it confuses you, Matsuda has a knife in his side.***********

J slowly pulled it out, and looked at Matsuda, and once Matsuda had calmed down, he said," Any last words, for the next part will be so painful that you won't be able to speak."

Matsuda looked over at him, and said the first word he had spoken since yesterday."Are my kids alright? Are they safe now?" was all he said, tears streaming down, and J noticed it was not from the pain that he cried. J was caught off guard.

He was torturing this guy, and all he wanted was to know how his kids were doing? That was unexpected, but overwelmed with pity he answered." They are fine, by now they are no longer under our care, and of your friends." J watched as, through all the pain he must be feeling, Matsuda smiled, and replied with a simple "Thank you."

J, for the second time that day, was shocked."F-for what?!" Matsuda only continued to smile," For not hurting my children, you could have, but didn't and it even looked like you took good care of them too."

J, could only stare, he had planned to do so much more to this man, but how could he now? J had never meet any one like him, and didn't know how to discribe some one like this. So instead of going any farther, he simply raised the knife, and struck him in the heart, a vital organ.

And he watched as Matsuda's smile never faded; soon his breathing stopped, his eyes glazed over, and even in death, he wore that happy-overjoyed and relieved smile, looking up at the ceiling. Unknown to J, the last thoughts going through Matsuda's head were 'Who was the spy?' He didn't need to think whether his kids were safe, he knew they were.