Title: Starting Over

Rating: T

Pairing: Matsuda/Light/Mikami?

Warning: Rating may change, possible OOC, crappy title, maybe short chapters, and anything else you can think of.

Special Thanks: To Derrot. :D This whole story is based off her Matsutan and I suggest you read it first. Not just because it'll explain some stuff that happens in this, but because it's also a good read.

A/N: Haha, I told you I'd be back; especially with the feedback I got for my By Your Side. :D Zank yous all! Now I'm gonna try and write Light and Mikami. Let's see how that turns out.

I have no idea where I'm leading this thing or how long it'll be. I'm just having fun. x3
My readers will be my guide!
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"Do you trust me?" Light asked, placing a sweet kiss on Matsuda's forehead.

Matsuda nodded sheepishly. Of course he trusted Light. He loved him. But when Light had told him and Mikami "we'll make it through this," he hadn't expected to make it in another country. The younger man wanted to take extra precautions and bought tickets for the three of them to fly to the US. At first, Matsuda was a little skeptical of the idea.

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"You want us to move to the US and live there? Light-kun, what about our lives here? What about our stuff? Our jobs?" Matsuda ranted, using his hands to gesture he was confused.

"Obviously, Kami wants us to move so that his enemies won't find him." came Mikami's voice from behind him.

Matsuda frowned, wishing Mikami hadn't come with them. Light wrapped his arms around the older man when he was distracted and pulled his back against his chest. His warm breath tickled Matsuda's ear, "I promise, when we get there, we'll start over fresh, and I'll buy you whatever you want. You won't even have to work."

"You're kidding, right? I have to work! I can't just ... stay home!"

"Are you speaking against Kami?!" Mikami suddenly interrupted, jumping from his seat.

Matsuda was about to say something when Light kissed his cheek to calm him down. Mikami looked on jealously, his fists balling up. It was enough that Matsuda got special treatment, but now he was allowed to speak his mind whenever he wanted to?

"All right, I'll go."

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They were moving through the plane now, heading for their seats. Light grabbed Matsuda's hand and led him in to the window seat and Matsuda stopped suddenly.

"Matsuda?" Light looked at him, concerned.

Ignoring Mikami's growl from lack of patience, Matsuda sputtered lightly, "... I-I can't sit in the window seat."

"It's ... the window seat!'

"I'm right here; I won't let anything happen to you."

"Oh, okay."

Matsuda hesitantly sat down in the seat closest to the window, Light following him to the middle seat, and then Mikami on the end. The airplane shortly began to move. The pilot came on the intercom and chatted about the usual greeting and the warnings and such. Matsuda tensed as he felt the plane go up, lifting off the ground. The pilot came on the air again, sounding just a loud and cheerful:

"Well, my passengers, are you ready to go? If not, TOO BAD. It's time to go! TAKE OFF! Haha, I've always wanted to say that! Hahaha! But seriously, off we go!"

Matsuda frantically reached for something to hold onto. He blushed when Light's hand grabbed his and brought the back of his hand to his lips for a kiss. Matsuda bit back a giggle and turned to look at the in flight movie than at his smirking lover next to him. This was going to be a long flight.

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A slight bump of turbulence and Matsuda was awake. He looked around, taking in his surrounds. He was on a plane- and in the window seat! He was about to jump up out the seat when he realized he was holding Light's hand. Relief filled him; Light wouldn't let anything happen to him. Matsuda gave Light's hand a reassured squeeze, but Light was dozing off and snoring ever so lightly.

Matsuda reached up and pushed the button above his head. He heard a slight 'ping!' and a moment later, a stewardess in a blue uniform arrived.

"Um, can I get a cup of water, please?"

"Of course! And you, sir?"

Matsuda raised an eyebrow; who else came with them? This wasn't some kind of get away for just him and Light? He leaned forward and glanced at the other person on the side of Light.

"Oh, nothing," Mikami replied, waving the woman off.

'So much for that getaway fantasy ...' Matsuda thought, "You came?"

Mikami's eyes fixed on him sharply, flashing red, "Of course. I'll follow Lord Kira to the ends of the earth."

"Don't call him that!" Matsuda hissed, gesturing that people might be listening.

Mikami sneered at Matsuda and took Light's free hand in his, stroking the back of the other's hand with this thumb lovingly. Matsuda watched and his eye twitched. This just wasn't going to work. He shook Light awake; he knew the man needed his sleep, but if Mikami molesting him was the result, Light would never sleep as long as Matsuda was there! Light groaned, turning his head to look at Matsuda. But said officer was busy glaring back at Mikami. The prosecutor was the first to speak.

"Did you sleep well, Kami?" he asked, raising Light's hand to his lips.

"Hey! Quit that!" Matsuda cried, reaching out and snatching Light's hand from Mikami.

Light rolled his eyes and took his hands from Matsuda, "Calm down, you two."

"Light-kun," Matsuda whined and changed the subject, "What'll we do when we get there?"

At this, Light sent him a grin that made his heart skip, "I told you I'd take care of you, right? Just wait. We're almost there."

"I suppose," Matsuda sighed.

"Don't question him." Mikami snarled; the desire to jump Matsuda was rising, "How can you say you love him if you question everything he does? Can't you just trust him?"

Matsuda glowered, "Don't doubt my love for Light-kun."

"How disrespectful. You should call him Lord Kira or Kami."

"I told you, don't call him that! Somebody might hear you and ... you know."

"I'd gladly profess my admiration for Lord Kira."

The stewardess returned with Matsuda's water. Mikami took the cup before Matsuda could grab it. Matsuda pouted,

"Give me my water!"

"Oh, it's yours?" Mikami smirked, swinging the water in the cup teasingly.

"Yes! You saw me ask for some!"

"How do you know? I don't think I saw or heard anything."

"Teru." Light muttered, only partly paying attention to the situation.

Mikami lowered his head and passed the water to Matsuda. He muttered a light apology to Light, who simply nodded. There was that special treatment again.

"I'm sorry, Kami."

"Thank you!" Matsuda chided victoriously.

"… crybaby …" Mikami murmured as said 'crybaby' took the cup.

"I thought so- … hey, wait! I'm not a crybaby!"

"Really? You whine every second of the day and you're extremely ungrateful."

"I am not!" Matsuda cried, throwing his hands in the air in frustration.

His mouth opened and he pointed a finger at Mikami, but his words were cut off when Light hissed his name, "… Matsuda."

"Kami!"

"Li-"

Matsuda gasped and covered his mouth with his hand, his eyes on Light. Maybe he should have put the cup down first. Almost as if on cue, both Matsuda and Mikami whipped out napkins and patted the wet stain on Light's shirt.

"Leave it," Light sighed, waving them off.

"I'm sorry, Light-kun!" Matsuda called after him as he shifted out the aisle.

Matsuda huffed and glared at Mikami, but the other was too busy looking down the aisle after Light. He was practically falling out of his seat! The pervert!

"What are you looking at?" Matsuda asked, poking Mikami.

Mikami didn't even turn around to look at Matsuda as he replied, "Kami."

"Quit looking at him like that, you … you pervert!"

Mikami looked back at him with a dark smirk, "You can't be that hot and not be righteous."

Matsuda's eyes widened and he tossed the cup at Mikami, "Stop that!"

He jumped up from his seat and walked down to find his Light-kun. The door was unlocked and no stewardesses were looking; looked like a good time to go. Inside, the younger was finishing patting down his shirt. His tie was sitting in the sink, which was luckily dry. He glanced up at Matsuda and continued drying off his shirt.

"I'm sorry, Light-kun," Matsuda said lowly, picking up the tie out of the sink.

"It's all right." Light replied, throwing the paper towel in the trash.

Matsuda cut him off, fixing the tie around Light's neck, "No, really, I shouldn't have gotten mad with Mikami-san. Even if he does worship the ground you walk on better than I do. I still shouldn't have gotten upset!"

Light chuckled at Matsuda, "Stop being so cute, Matsuda."

"Light-kun …" Matsuda blushed, looking away, "I'm ... I'm really glad that we're leaving. I do want us to start over. Forget this whole Kira deal and make a new life for ourselves."

"Now let's go before these stewardess bursts in here."

"O-okay."

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A/N: I've only seen the anime and Mikami seemed pretty much to be doing nothing but SAKUJO-ing the whole time. Not that that's bad, but I didn't have a lot of "substance" to go off of to write him. I plan to read the manga soon, so maybe that'll help? He'll just be slightly childish, slavish, and utterly committed to Light, in more ways than one. This is just until I get a firm grip on his arse- I mean, personality. x3 I think I did Light well, but I could be wrong.

What does Matsuda call Mikami? –has no idea- I don't think he calls him Teru, so I went with Mikami-san. Correction needed maybe?