More than just cake - Lawliet x OC -

Ghosts

Ugh - I'm so not happy with this chapter. It's so blaaah that I can't even. Tried to rewrite it a bit, but it would need a lot more rewriting and I just don't have the time or motivation to do it now. Sorry.

Still - I'm happy that you are here. I'm happy that you are still reading this. And any comments you might have about this fic are all so very much appreciated.

I hope you're having a great Tursday! 

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January 18th, 2010.

Roses.

Matsuda had bought a big bouquet of blood red roses, had went home to take a shower and to change, had made a reservation to a nearby restaurant (not the ramen place, but a bit fancier one), polished his shoes, shaved extra well and added just the right amount of the Armani aftershave, the one with cedarwood and cypress, he knew Fay liked.

When looking at his reflection at the mirror, Matsuda was actually happy with it. The slim trousers and the light blue, collared shirt he had chosen, complimented his lean figure and he looked smart, but not like he was coming straight from work. He looked like he was going on a date - and with the gorgeous roses, and his newly found self confidence - there was absolutely no chance he would mess this up!

Except that, of course, he messed it up.

After sitting in the hotel lobby for five goddamned hours, he was ready to get a tattoo that said 'Loser!" on his forehead.

Of course Fay hadn't been in her room.

Of course the hotel staff couldn't have told Matsuda where she had gone, or what her phone number was.

Of course that had left Matsuda sitting in the lobby like an idiot, holding the bouquet of (now withered) roses, that only highlighted the fact that he was alone.

He's smile had disappeared, his shirt was crumpled, and the pretty receptionist had apparently begun to feel sorry for him, for she had brought him a cup of tea and some biscuits - which had somehow made him feel even more pathetic.

The only thing Matsuda could think of, was that he was a fool.

What kind of an idiot would think that a girl like Fay would be single? Of course she was with someone else. What else could possibly keep her out at this hour?

That thought turned his stomach into a tight knot.

Maybe she's just working late. That's what you do every night too, right?

But the doubt and the fear were wild beasts inside his chest, gnawing at his heart with sharp teeth.

Maybe it was that Near guy.

Maybe he was like the original L, mysterious and super smart and as cool as a polar bear's toenail - all things Fay couldn't resist, and things Matsuda knew he wasn't.

Or maybe it was some other guy from the SPK. There was probably a line of hot FBI agents to pick from. Fay could have chosen one or two or three or as many as she wished, one for every night. To keep her satisfied.

The two nights she had spent with him... had most likely meant nothing to her. And he had been stupid enough to confess his love like an idiot.

Matsuda let out a long sigh, and stood up.

After five hours of pointless waiting, there wasn't much left of his dignity, his sharp looks, or his self esteem. It was past 11pm, and he was exhausted.