Chapter 1: Departure of the Sane
"Matsuda" no response. Intensely watching monitors that filled his dull office with a faint blue glow, Matsuda's mind was far away, back home where he'd barely spent three hours at this week. His children (adopted, he never could find a wife) were probably off to school, wondering where his daddy was. Ever since he became the head of the Japanese police, he rarely ever had time to play with them. Matsuda was a true child at heart, and would play with any toy they owned with them as enthusiastically as they would. Every day he would come home with some little trinket from his office, a pin, an official search warrant, anything he thought would interest them. Now his life was consumed with orders, organization, and controlling Kira's supporters constant riots. Paperwork and coffee stains covered every desk. His computer was painted with the hundreds of criminals that had been arrested this week.
"Matsuda!" The officer repeated.
"What! Can't you see I'm busy? Why do you constantly need me to "sign something" or, god forbid, "refill the water fountain by the offices" do it yourself! You lazy, inconsiderate-"
"uh sir" he broke in "I was merely going to suggest you take some time off, you haven't left your office in days, and I think it's starting to affect you"
"oh, of course." He uttered, embarrassed by his harsh reaction.
Matsuda stepped into his light green car. It was small, but just large enough to fit him and his two children. While his work was tiring, seeing all the happy faces lining the streets made him proud. No sirens could be heard for miles, so he felt his job was accomplished. Of course his children were waiting which was the biggest excitement. Seeing their happy faces meant the world to him. He'd adopted them from the Whammy house a couple months after the Kira case. Coming to a stop, he looked up at his house. It wasn't big, in fact it was pretty small, but it didn't bother him that much. He walked slowly up the stairs and opening the door letting all the warmth and light flood into him. He smiled for a very brief moment expecting to see his loving children, instead toppled furniture and small blotches of blood greeted his arrival. Words etched into his wall seemed to glow with a black light, a single address. Horrified, he began to shake until he fell onto his knees. Dry heaves tortured him uncontrollably. Tears of horror, fear and misery were quickly replaced with that of rage.
"I'll kill them" Matsuda repeated over and over in his mind. His foot was firmly planted on the gas as he speeded down the road dodging cars that came his way. The city began to turn into suburbs which turned into vast fields with farms. The factory that approached in the distance was once used to construct I-beams and various other metals used to construct buildings. as he walked inside, it was mostly an empty room. a couple piles of metal and a platform lining the walls high above ground level. Soon however it was covered with thugs of all sorts. Some were Japanese, some were American, Female , male, middle-aged, small children. every type of person imaginable.
"Matsuda, is it true you killed our lord Kira"
"Cut the crap where are my kids!"
"Did you not shoot him in this very factory!" He was right, this was the same factory where Kira's tyranny finally came to an end.
"Yes but-"
"Kira was our god. He was our reason for living, he was going to rid the world of filth, and you killed him. So it only seems just that we should kill the one thing most important to you."
Two men brought out two children about thirteen and fifteen.
"Dad!" yelled the thirteen year old boy.
"No, please!"
The man kicked the boy off the ledge. He plummeted, screaming for his father to save him, then stopped without warning. The girl however ran for her life. "Aiko! Run!" Matsuda screamed. But a man chased her and gunshots rang out. Matsuda crumpled onto the floor. Unable to speak, unable to breath. He felt helpless, lost as his world fell apart in front of his very eyes. Gathering all the energy he could muster, he pulled out a pitch black notebook with a few white letters on it. Trembling as all the people in the factory laughed like rabid hyenas, he pulled out a pen. Upon the brink of blacking out, he uttered the first words that came to his mind "Takeru, I wish to make the deal."
"Hehe, excellent" The shinigami spoke. His voice was deep and not human. It felt hollow and echoed, it sent chills down Matsuda's spine. The death god was a giant suit of samurai armor. He had no face, just darkness that no matter how hard you couldn't focus on and two glowing red wisps of wind. He held a large imposing spear made out of the same darkness his body was. "As I said two week ago, power is everything and you will want all of it, no man can resist the delightful allure of having someone bend to his will."
At first Matsuda thought something was wrong. Than time began to slow. Letters and numbers appearing over all of their pitiful faces. Laughing, smiling they're ugly, disgusting smiles, one drops. At first it goes unnoticed. "typical for these monsters" Matsuda mutters. Growing a twisted smile on his face as another falls. After another two the room is silent, as though the whole world has gone silent. Pen scratches carving out the lives of the inhabitants of the building.
"one...two...three" Matsuda counts in a monotone quiet voice as a new person falls "six... seven..." the Kira followers panic, running and screaming. "twenty-seven...Twenty-eight" He was having so much fun tasting his revenge he didn't notice his palms beginning to bleed from the friction of the pen. "fifty-seven" he finished. No witnesses, no problem. He calmly walked out and drove home, cleaned up his house, and took a well deserved rest.