touta_matsuda (touta_matsuda) wrote in chaosunraveled, @ 2008-10-12 00:55:00 |
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Owner of a Lonely Heart is Much Better Than A...
Who: Matsuda and Henry
When: A little after Matsu gets into the alcohol in Asgard's kitchen due to finding out about Light's crime
Where: Asgard's kitchen
Rating: Maybe...PG-13? Mentions the rape and will probably have some language.
Warnings: Mentioned in rating.
Summary: After hearing about Light's act toward L in the past, Matsuda goes to his first comfort: Alcohol. Little does he know, another comforter is soon to be helping him.
Matsuda sat on the floor, his legs sprawled out on either side as he held a large can in his hand. He sniffled, quickly chugging the contents of said can and then grabbing another out of the refrigerator. He opened it and forced back a sob as he began drinking another beer. How many had he had so far? He didn't know..and didn't care. All that mattered was drowning away this recent bit of news he'd been told.
How could Light do such a thing? How could he become so..so...twisted?
After his death, Sachiko had once shown Matsuda the Yagami family album. Seeing Light's face as it progressed over the years had nearly broken his heart then. This young child who was so very hopeful and innocent. A child who wanted nothing more than to be just like his father. To fight the bad guys and save people. He was so naive..and yet...Matsuda had wished nothing more than for Light to have kept that naivete and remain innocent.
If only he'd never have picked up that Death Note.
If only he'd have remained plain old Light. No Kira. No false god. Just Light. The innocent, loving Light Yagami.
Kira killed Light. Kira ruined Light.
The Death Note corrupted him and twisted him so far that there was no innocence left. There was hardly a mind at all.
He could have grown up and become a top-ranked member of the NPA, just as he'd always dreamed, and worked alongside them in the task force without all the deception...Just them...Just the good guys verses the bad guys. No masks. No alternate identities.
And maybe...Just maybe...
He suddenly sobbed again, chugging the can of beer in his hand mercilessly.