We-Love-The-Idiot

"You know, the last time I was eating lunch out, just like a regular guy or something, was when I did my biggest screwup yet." Ide shot him a look. "You mean the one that started this whole mess?" "That's the one." Ide sighed. "Don't talk with your mouth full," he said, pointing at the piece of hand-roll Matsuda had just stuffed in his mouth. "Well, it's true. I just figured I'd tell you why I had an aversion to going out earlier. Not because I'm mad at you or anything, but because of what happened last time." He made a face and half-grinned. "Man, Aizawa was so mad at me." Ide fingered his spoon before taking a sip of it. "Yeah, I sure

"Lord, what fools these mortals be." –William Shakespeare A man stood by the huge window of a massive skyscraper, taking in the wide, sweeping view of Tokyo. Even behind the glass, he could imagine hearing the eternal bustle of the city, the sounds of millions of people rushing about in their overscheduled lives. He wondered if those people ever stopped to think about the smaller things in life, the questions no one ever bothered to ask: Why am I alive? To what purpose must I serve? He felt a swell of protectiveness for them, but at the same time, a pure and unadulterated loathing for people like them. He wanted to protect them from th

It was so warm and gray and comfortable in his fuzzy land of sleep; he would have been content to stay there forever. Unfortunately, Ide had other plans. "Matsuda! For the last time, get up!" Just as he became aware of the garbled shouting somewhere above him, he felt sharp smack in his shoulder. It didn't really hurt, but it suddenly make him very aware of the throbbing in his head. In confusion, he blinked up at Ide and squinted, the sunlight knifing into his eyes. "What are you so mad for?" he mumbled. "Because when I came in here a half hour ago to tell you to wake up, you nodded at me, and then you went back to sleep! And of course,

Damn. He was still there. Aizawa checked his rearview mirror again like he'd been doing approximately every two minutes since driving away from Matsuda's apartment. Whoever was following them wasn't too cautious. Or maybe he was just stupid. His face was easily seen through the clear and un-tinted windows; there was no doubt it was the same man he'd seen at the funeral home and at the bar. Dammit… what am I supposed to do? The turn-off for his street was getting closer; he'd be upon it within a few hundred yards. If I go home… He saw visions of his house in flames, bombs, snipers, Yumi and Eriko crying and shrieking his name.

The whole drive over to the Red Lily Pub, Aizawa had made a big deal of needing a drink, but now that they were here, he hadn't even finished his small glass of light bourbon. "Have you touched that thing once all night?"  Matsuda asked, gesturing at the full glass. "Just nursing it," Aizawa replied with a smirk. Matsuda reached up and tugged the high collar of his coat up around his ears. Bars just were not his thing. He didn't feel at all comfortable, and was sure he stuck out miserably; what kind of drinker hung out at a bar in a nice coat and a suit? He fiddled with his collar, trying to get it away from his neck. When he loosened his

Matsuda rolled over on the couch, peering out from beneath the safety of the arm slung across his face to eye the glowing display of his digital clock on top of the TV.  5:30. If he had any hopes of getting to Light's funeral on time, he'd better get dressed and go. But I don't want to go. I can't go... By unfortunate and ironic chance, he'd happened to flip the channel to that bumbling station, Sakura TV. It was a cruel joke, considering all the Kira specials that had been aired on that channel, how he himself had been there to trick the "third Kira" into confirming his identity. As far as he could tell, there was some sort of debate on

Just a Martyr A Death Note Fanfiction Chapter One He knew that anything they dealt with after the Kira case would be completely boring, completely stupid. The apartment was dark. It had to be around nine o'clock by now, but he hadn't bothered with the lights, and the sun seeped through the curtains despite the fact that he'd closed them tightly the night before. Touta Matsuda sighed heavily and flopped over on his other side in bed. Maybe he could slide back into sleep, providing the nightmares didn't wake him first… "What was it all for then? What about your dad? What the hell did he die for?" "…You really want a world where