"Matsuda, do you want to be useful?"
"Yes, yes!"
"Then get me some coffee."
I am Tota Matsuda. Yes, that is my name, Matsuda. At a point in my life, the people around me called me Matsui, as an alias. At this point, I don't care.
I like coffee. Maybe that was random, me just suddenly bringing it up. But I'm a random person. To childish for anyone's tastes. But I do like coffee.
At least, I used to like coffee. I used to like coffee until L asked me to get some, and in the process, treated me like I was a lackey. I just wanted to help. It was the Kira case, my very first real case, and I was excited and wanted to be helpful. I was young, I was new.
I am still young, and I am still new, but the Kira case is over. Kira is dead. He did not care about killing his own father. He deserved to die.
But, oh, did I tell you, I like coffee? Actually, I used to like coffee, until…
Oh, so you say you've heard this all before? I must've already told you. Silly me, haha. Oh, yeah. Just Matsuda being silly again. It's "Matsui Showtime!" all over again. Haha, no, I don't think so. No, that's not even remotely funny. I don't like it. It's not a real joke. Jokes are supposed to be funny, right? I thought so. But then again, there are some jokes that really aren't funny, like the chicken one and that knock-knock joke about the banana and the orange that just really gets annoying.
And about the chicken, I feel like the world should be a better place, where chickens can cross the road without having their motives questioned.
Oh, and there's that one other joke, where…
Did I get off again? I'm sorry, I do that a lot…it's just my train of thought. I have trouble concentration on things; on being serious. It was how I grew up, how I was…trained. In my home.
This isn't right. I started this wanting to write something. I don't remember what any more. Too bad, I'm pretty sure it was a good idea, too. Something smart. Something that would get me more noticed than just shooting Kira. Some theory or something-or-other.
I'm a higher-up police officer now. I'm practically a detective! Feels good, sometimes, that other people can get me my coffee.
Yes, other people can get me my coffee.
My coffee.
I don't have to get anyone any more coffee!
I feel so good about myself.
This calls for a cup of coffee.