[Death Note] Misa/Matsuda Drabble Set
Okay, so I've always had a soft spot for crack!pairings and Misa/Matsuda has been a long time guilty pleasure. So this is my long overdue tribute - started forever ago and finally finished :)
Series: Death Note
Title: Misa/Matsuda Drabble Set
Word Count: 11 drabbles; 100 words each
Rating: G - PG-13
I. Thou Shall Not Covet
She is beautiful, he thinks and he instantly regrets the thought.
He tries to steer his mind to better things, safer things. He has a job to do; trying to locate a mass murderer should preoccupy him completely but-
All of his thoughts inevitably lead him back to her.
This is his daily routine of admiration and repentance. The way she smiles at him; the way she laughs; that familiar twist of excitement in his stomach anytime she is near- these are things that are there, things that cannot be ignored. But yet-
These are things that just cannot be.
II. Never Happened
It happens in an instant- a gentle brushing of lips, soft and warm, the taste of strawberry lip gloss, the heady scent of perfume, her image fluttering between his half-lidded eyes, blood pounding wildly in his ears.
It is wonderful, beautiful and horribly wrong.
And in an instant- a precious instant- it is over.
She pulls away and there is a look in her eyes- regret or disgust; he’s not sure. She pulls away and stretches her mouth into a smile.
His mouth is dry and his stomach is churning but he forces a smile as well- a silent agreement.
III. Irony
The bar is loud with laughter and music; his head is pounding.
He shouldn’t have drank so much; he should never drink this much.
Matsuda looks up and his blurry eyes try to focus. That’s when he sees her.
Even through a haze of smoke and alcohol, she is perfect.
His college buddy notices his gaze is fixed on the television and laughs. “Isn’t she great? She’s a model, though! You’ll never get to meet a girl like that!”
The commercial ends; the beautiful girl is gone and Matsuda is still sober enough to know that his friend is right.
IV. Unforgivable Sins
They are driving home after another long day at the studio.
Misa is tired; she leans back in the car seat.
“What is Matsuda going home to do?” she asks, turning to look at him.
He flashes a quick smile. “Well, I’ll call and find out the latest developments on the Kira case, I guess.”
“What does Matsuda think of Kira?”
Surprised, Matsuda says, “Well, Kira is a murderer; he must be stopped.”
“But what if Kira were sorry?”
His face is grim. “Some things just can’t be forgiven.”
Misa turns her head and stares out the window, saying nothing.
V. Sweet Things
“What’s your favorite ice cream flavor?”
The question takes him by surprise and he looks up. “Well, vanilla, I suppose.”
“Vanilla?” Misa comes out of the kitchen with a bowl in hand. Her nose wrinkles. “That’s so boring!”
His heart plummets at her tone. “Well, I, uh-”
Before he can finish, she is beside him, shoving a cold spoon in his mouth. “Isn’t that better?”
Matsuda watches her put the spoon to her own mouth, a hint of pink at the corner of her lips. The taste of strawberry is still on his tongue as he nods; yes, much better.
VI. Role of a Boyfriend
They were walking to the studio when Misa stopped to press her face against a store window.
“Look!” she exclaimed, pointing to a stuffed toy. “Isn’t it cute?”
Matsuda shrugged. “Yeah…”
Her mouth twisted into a pout. “Light would never buy that for Misa. ‘You have too many already,’” she said, lowering her voice in a bad imitation of Light. She stepped away from the window and walked ahead into the studio.
Matsuda looked at the toy, considering it. No, he decided. It would be inappropriate.
Except-
Light would never buy that.
He ran into the store, wallet in hand.
VII. “Recreational” Activities
“UGH!” Misa throws her arms up in frustration. “Misa’s bored, Matsuda!”
Matsuda winces. Exactly what he didn’t want to hear. “Well, we could play another board game, Misa-san.”
“I don’t wanna play anymore,” Misa pouts, crossing her arms.
His smile is strained. “Then I’m afraid I’m out of suggestions.”
Her lips curve mischievously. “I know what we can do that’s fun,” she says, moving closer to him on the couch.
Matsuda’s throat is suddenly thick at her proximity; his heart racing. “Uh, wh- what?”
She grins, whipping out a makeup kit. “Makeovers! Misa’s gonna make you look so pretty, Matsuu!”
VIII. Machiavellian Prince
Matsuda yawns. The long hours are starting to catch up with him, he realizes.
“Hi, Matsuda,” comes a sleepy murmur from behind him.
He spins around to see Misa curled up on the couch. “Misa-san, what are you doing here? You should be in bed.”
She shakes her head violently, hair falling loose of its ponytails. “No,” she mumbles. “Misa is waiting for Light.”
And something twists in his stomach, something closely resembling guilt, as Matsuda remembers where Light is right now- in a hotel room with Kyomi.
“Misa-” he starts.
“It’s ok. Light’s coming,” she murmurs. “He loves Misa.”
IX. 40 seconds
One…
His heart is pounding, loudly; he is breathing, fast- too fast.
Twelve…
There is pain now, a blinding pain in his chest. It’s happening; this is it; it’s real.
Twenty…
The pain drives him to the floor, to his knees as he clutches his chest. He can hear footsteps.
Thirty-eight…
He can see her standing above him. She doesn’t look him in the eye.
“I’m sorry,” she’s saying, a notebook in her arms. “You understand, right?”
I trusted you, is what he wants to say but can’t; there’s just pain, that godawful pain.
And then it goes black.
Forty.
X. The Way You Look at Me
The quality of the surveillance cameras is awful; everything has that horrible grainy texture. Matsuda really hates this part of the job and can’t understand how L can do this all day.
Light comes onscreen with Misa at his side.
She is laughing, her entire face lighting up. She twirls with the effortless grace of a ballerina in his presence. His name is on her lips; he is the only one she sees.
Aizawa sighs loudly. “We need better equipment- you can’t see anything on these things.”
“You can see enough,” Matsuda says quietly, his eyes fixed on the screen.
XI. Betrayal
It’s a situation they prepared him for back in the academy- one he hoped he’d never be in.
The door opens and when she sees the look on his face, she starts to cry.
“I’m sorry,” is all he can say and he knows that it’s not nearly enough.
She doesn’t say anything, just falls into his arms and sobs.
He holds her, runs a hand over her head and whispers, “I’m sorry. So sorry.”
And as Misa weeps, trembling and calling Light’s name, Matsuda feels awful because a part of him- a stupid, selfish part of him- is glad.
Series: Death Note
Title: Misa/Matsuda Drabble Set
Word Count: 11 drabbles; 100 words each
Rating: G - PG-13
I. Thou Shall Not Covet
She is beautiful, he thinks and he instantly regrets the thought.
He tries to steer his mind to better things, safer things. He has a job to do; trying to locate a mass murderer should preoccupy him completely but-
All of his thoughts inevitably lead him back to her.
This is his daily routine of admiration and repentance. The way she smiles at him; the way she laughs; that familiar twist of excitement in his stomach anytime she is near- these are things that are there, things that cannot be ignored. But yet-
These are things that just cannot be.
II. Never Happened
It happens in an instant- a gentle brushing of lips, soft and warm, the taste of strawberry lip gloss, the heady scent of perfume, her image fluttering between his half-lidded eyes, blood pounding wildly in his ears.
It is wonderful, beautiful and horribly wrong.
And in an instant- a precious instant- it is over.
She pulls away and there is a look in her eyes- regret or disgust; he’s not sure. She pulls away and stretches her mouth into a smile.
His mouth is dry and his stomach is churning but he forces a smile as well- a silent agreement.
III. Irony
The bar is loud with laughter and music; his head is pounding.
He shouldn’t have drank so much; he should never drink this much.
Matsuda looks up and his blurry eyes try to focus. That’s when he sees her.
Even through a haze of smoke and alcohol, she is perfect.
His college buddy notices his gaze is fixed on the television and laughs. “Isn’t she great? She’s a model, though! You’ll never get to meet a girl like that!”
The commercial ends; the beautiful girl is gone and Matsuda is still sober enough to know that his friend is right.
IV. Unforgivable Sins
They are driving home after another long day at the studio.
Misa is tired; she leans back in the car seat.
“What is Matsuda going home to do?” she asks, turning to look at him.
He flashes a quick smile. “Well, I’ll call and find out the latest developments on the Kira case, I guess.”
“What does Matsuda think of Kira?”
Surprised, Matsuda says, “Well, Kira is a murderer; he must be stopped.”
“But what if Kira were sorry?”
His face is grim. “Some things just can’t be forgiven.”
Misa turns her head and stares out the window, saying nothing.
V. Sweet Things
“What’s your favorite ice cream flavor?”
The question takes him by surprise and he looks up. “Well, vanilla, I suppose.”
“Vanilla?” Misa comes out of the kitchen with a bowl in hand. Her nose wrinkles. “That’s so boring!”
His heart plummets at her tone. “Well, I, uh-”
Before he can finish, she is beside him, shoving a cold spoon in his mouth. “Isn’t that better?”
Matsuda watches her put the spoon to her own mouth, a hint of pink at the corner of her lips. The taste of strawberry is still on his tongue as he nods; yes, much better.
VI. Role of a Boyfriend
They were walking to the studio when Misa stopped to press her face against a store window.
“Look!” she exclaimed, pointing to a stuffed toy. “Isn’t it cute?”
Matsuda shrugged. “Yeah…”
Her mouth twisted into a pout. “Light would never buy that for Misa. ‘You have too many already,’” she said, lowering her voice in a bad imitation of Light. She stepped away from the window and walked ahead into the studio.
Matsuda looked at the toy, considering it. No, he decided. It would be inappropriate.
Except-
Light would never buy that.
He ran into the store, wallet in hand.
VII. “Recreational” Activities
“UGH!” Misa throws her arms up in frustration. “Misa’s bored, Matsuda!”
Matsuda winces. Exactly what he didn’t want to hear. “Well, we could play another board game, Misa-san.”
“I don’t wanna play anymore,” Misa pouts, crossing her arms.
His smile is strained. “Then I’m afraid I’m out of suggestions.”
Her lips curve mischievously. “I know what we can do that’s fun,” she says, moving closer to him on the couch.
Matsuda’s throat is suddenly thick at her proximity; his heart racing. “Uh, wh- what?”
She grins, whipping out a makeup kit. “Makeovers! Misa’s gonna make you look so pretty, Matsuu!”
VIII. Machiavellian Prince
Matsuda yawns. The long hours are starting to catch up with him, he realizes.
“Hi, Matsuda,” comes a sleepy murmur from behind him.
He spins around to see Misa curled up on the couch. “Misa-san, what are you doing here? You should be in bed.”
She shakes her head violently, hair falling loose of its ponytails. “No,” she mumbles. “Misa is waiting for Light.”
And something twists in his stomach, something closely resembling guilt, as Matsuda remembers where Light is right now- in a hotel room with Kyomi.
“Misa-” he starts.
“It’s ok. Light’s coming,” she murmurs. “He loves Misa.”
IX. 40 seconds
One…
His heart is pounding, loudly; he is breathing, fast- too fast.
Twelve…
There is pain now, a blinding pain in his chest. It’s happening; this is it; it’s real.
Twenty…
The pain drives him to the floor, to his knees as he clutches his chest. He can hear footsteps.
Thirty-eight…
He can see her standing above him. She doesn’t look him in the eye.
“I’m sorry,” she’s saying, a notebook in her arms. “You understand, right?”
I trusted you, is what he wants to say but can’t; there’s just pain, that godawful pain.
And then it goes black.
Forty.
X. The Way You Look at Me
The quality of the surveillance cameras is awful; everything has that horrible grainy texture. Matsuda really hates this part of the job and can’t understand how L can do this all day.
Light comes onscreen with Misa at his side.
She is laughing, her entire face lighting up. She twirls with the effortless grace of a ballerina in his presence. His name is on her lips; he is the only one she sees.
Aizawa sighs loudly. “We need better equipment- you can’t see anything on these things.”
“You can see enough,” Matsuda says quietly, his eyes fixed on the screen.
XI. Betrayal
It’s a situation they prepared him for back in the academy- one he hoped he’d never be in.
The door opens and when she sees the look on his face, she starts to cry.
“I’m sorry,” is all he can say and he knows that it’s not nearly enough.
She doesn’t say anything, just falls into his arms and sobs.
He holds her, runs a hand over her head and whispers, “I’m sorry. So sorry.”
And as Misa weeps, trembling and calling Light’s name, Matsuda feels awful because a part of him- a stupid, selfish part of him- is glad.