Oh yeah. This was bad. Grabbing a chair and ignoring the woman who had brought him in, Takaya crossed his arms and glared at the wall. He wasn't going to participate in this bullshit. Being told he had 'company' and that he should he happy about it had ruined what was otherwise an okay day
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Aizawa, Ide, and Mogi had to have been busy with the case back home. They probably thought he'd taken a break or bailed on them, and he always seemed to be in the way, so they were probably enjoying it. At least Aizawa didn't have anyone to get onto now. The only other person Matsuda could possibly think of, since this place could raise the dead, would be here to visit his son. His own parents, then? Would they really come visit him, though, or would they just be disappointed at where he'd landed himself, and would they really go along with this place like L had told him? He really didn't want to get lectured, if that was the case. He had ( ... )
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But now... he was in this place, and the implications of what that meant for his mind's state was all too familiar. Her dearest younger brother had been here for over a week, and now Tanaka... it was almost more than she could stand.
And yet, although the news on Eric had been bleak, and their attempts to negotiate a visit to him had fallen on deaf ears, the nurse who had taken it upon herself to keep them informed had been insistent about Tanaka's well-being. He had already made friends amongst the other patients, and they foresaw he wouldn't have to remain there long. Her presence would surely help him along, she had said. Therefore, Sayami Lawley had been talked into canceling her plans to visit the city, and despite the fact that she thought her heart would surely break upon seeing him dressed in that dreaded grey uniform ( ... )
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At the third thought, he finally wondered why they'd picked Sayu of all people. Out of all the possibilities, it was definitely the most unexpected. She didn't deserve any of this, especially not after what she'd had to go through hardly a month ago. And with what he'd been telling L just that morning...well, now he had more of a reason to find out where the visitors were held, he supposed. She didn't deserve this, and Matsuda was going to get her back to her family.
She was looking much better, though, and she still looked just as pretty. "S-Sayu-chan..." he stammered. He couldn't take his eyes away, and this was all wrong, very wrong. How did they really intend to make him believe it by using her? "I...you, er...hi
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But she moved to sit across from him anyway, sliding a white bag from her shoulder to lap. "The staff really wanted me to come see you," she said, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face and frowning slightly at him. "...Are... are you surprised?"
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After a moment's hesitation, he looked back up at her. "I...yeah, a bit," he admitted, rubbing at the back of his head before giving her as close to a smile as he could. "I'm....really glad you came, though. You look great. I just figured that you'd be here to see your brother, not me. I mean, we hardly even..." he trailed off, not really sure how to finish that sentence.
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"After what he did... they said the only way he'd get any better is for them to focus on him specifically... w-without outside help," she said hesitantly.
But then she seemed to notice something else, and put her hands on the edge of the table, becoming visibly upset. "Don't you remember--?" she started, then paused in uncertainty and shook her head. It was a mistake, surely.
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In his fake life, at the very least, Matsuda apparently knew her better; even he could figure that out. But past that...well, there were several possibilities, but he didn't want to jump to conclusions. Not in this case ( ... )
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"You really don't remember...?" came the quietly-spoken question, and then without another word she put her elbows on the table and hid her face in her hands. "I... I guess we'll just have to start at the beginning then," she said after a moment, her voice muffled. After another beat, she pulled her hands away and settled for staring at them. It was too painful right now to risk looking at his face, and she was determined not to cry. Not right now.
"We... met... a couple of years ago, when I was still at the university."
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"I...oh," he began quietly, not really sure what else to say. This was all wrong, he'd known her for longer than that. Not very well, but that definitely hadn't been the first time he'd met her. He'd known her since she was a kid, from being over for work, but apparently that was all different according to this place.
"You know, I think it's coming back," he lied, giving her a small smile. It didn't last long, but he still tried to sound encouraging. "What...what else?"
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"We went t-to the fair that time," she said vaguely, but then as if she was trying to keep herself going, began to speak quicker. "You've always been so good at those shooting games, and that night... oh... I never thought I'd have to carry so many stuffed toys!"
And fortunately, this one memory by itself was enough to slightly hearten her. Her frown was broken, and ever-so-slowly she reached out her hand and looked up, until her eyes were nearly meeting his under lowered lashes.
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Oh.
It had taken Matsuda's brain a moment to catch up, but it didn't seem to him like there was any other conclusion to come to. He'd met her at the university, taken her to the fair...she'd let him. So they had to have at least been 'dating' at some point. If that were the case, things had just gone from not fair to mean. It wasn't that he didn't like her, because he did; she was really pretty and nice and all...but she'd already said no once. It had stung, but he wanted to respect that and her parents' wish for her to not marry a cop.
...Then again. That did sound really nice. It was hard to get out and meet women when you were on duty and worked on a special case on the side that usually took up their entire nights. Matsuda didn't even know if that was really the case, and probably needed to find out before his imagination ran ( ... )
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But...
Marriage?
Matsuda's body went cold as he tried to figure out just how to respond. He wasn't even sure if he loved that lie or hated it. It was definitely something that he wanted very badly. It was amazing to hear, and had, in that simple instant, made him a very happy man. But it was just that, a lie, and he knew it. If he lived anything like that, he wanted it to be real, not for her to just be someone brainwashed into loving him; Sayu, but not entirely. The Chief was only back because of this place, and they could probably kill him off again just as quickly.
But if he took it, it would be a truth. Sayu even had a ring to prove it. Matsuda figured he could be happy and not really have any worries about getting killed over justice. Not that he wasn't already a fairly optimistic person, but he could be happier than he probably had been since this whole mess started. He'd even have a dog ( ... )
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Then, without any more warning, she began to cry, half-turning away from him as she sobbed into her pink-manicured hands. An older-looking nurse gave the man across from her a disapproving look.
"Why?" she struggled out, although she must have already known the answer. "All these things you say... with Daddy dead and... is reality just not good enough for you? We were so..." she sobbed, peering out and up at him, "...so happy before."
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