Archive of Our Own

Chapter Text

The only sound in the Yellow Box warehouse was the rhythmic whooshing of the fan.

All individuals in the room were completely silent, barely even breathing as they waited for this historic moment to unfold. The moment when the world would change, one way or the other: Either the metaphorical mask would be forcibly ripped off of Kira’s face, ending his reign of terror, or… Kira would ruthlessly kill everyone who still had the bravery to pursue him, leaving him unfettered to enact his will upon the world.

Although the room was silent, the faces spoke a thousand words. Nervous eyes darted around suspiciously at their colleagues, wondering – Are you Kira? Are you? Would you really kill me?

Crouched on the floor, the thin albino boy noticed the fear in the air.

“Don’t worry. Even if our names are written down, we won’t die, and Kira’s identity will finally be revealed,” said Near reassuringly to his own team, the SPK, as well as to the members of the Japanese task force. Touta Matsuda in particular was very jumpy. His hand leapt to his chest every few seconds as if he was feeling phantom pains of a heart attack to-come.

Meanwhile, Light Yagami was struggling to suppress laughter, much less a smile.

Exactly as planned…! No… Not yet… I can’t laugh yet. I have to hold it in. But… I didn’t expect that it would be so difficult to do so…! He thought as the corners of his mouth twitched in his failed effort to maintain a poker face.

Light was typically flawless at disguising his true emotions. His entire life was spent cultivating masks (son, student, friend, heartthrob) long before he found the supernatural notebook that delivered his true purpose… Being Kira simply gave him more opportunities to practice, allowing him to perfect the skill of portraying the most useful persona for any given scenario. So it was unusual for him to be allowing cracks to show in the mask. For his mouth to be involuntarily twitching despite his concerted efforts to make it stop.

He forgave himself for this faltering moment of imperfection. It’s no matter, he thought. They aren’t looking at me closely. And even if they are… In a minute… maybe two… they’ll all be dead. And I’ll be free. Finally.

The silence was broken by the heaving creak of a rusty door opening, but only slightly.

With the notable exception of Light and Near, the heads of everyone in the room swiveled to look towards the source of the noise. It was difficult to see from the distance at which the people in the room were from the door that had opened, but the door had opened just a crack. And from within the crack…

An eye peered out. A murderous eye, opened desperately wide, iris bouncing from side to side, capturing every detail of the scene before it. The light of the sun bounced off of the steel door, casting an eerie red glow upon that eye.

Mikami is writing their names. I just have to hold on for 40 more seconds, Light thought. That’s all. 40 more seconds and then…!

Matsuda trembled.

“We aren’t going to die,” asserted Near once again.

“How can you be sure?!” Matsuda cried out.

“Teru Mikami is currently writing our names in a Death Note that he believes is real, but we replaced it with a fake,” Near explained.

Light had to hold back a snort. No. You replaced a fake.

Seconds passed. Seconds that felt like minutes.

“Are you done writing the names? If you are, then come out,” Aizawa called.

Mikami did not respond.

Light started to feel the heady glow of pride burning in his chest. Of course, his servant wouldn’t come out until he asked him to. He was waiting for Kira’s “signal” that it was OK to come inside. He waited on God’s orders like a loyal disciple… Yes, that’s what he was, wasn’t it? He’d called him God on the phone, after all... Ah. What an excellent selection he had been. Light couldn’t wait to talk to him in person.

Light cleared his throat and steadied his voice that threatened to tremble. “Teru Mikami, is it? It’s ok. Stop hiding and come inside.”

The disused rusty door screamed as Mikami yanked it open, revealing himself in full. Billowing with the force of his movement was his long hair, wild and unkempt, along with the long trenchcoat that trailed behind him. His face was distorted, psychotic: He had a wide toothy grin and the manic eyes of a man who truly believed that he was about to fulfill his god-given purpose of executing a dozen people. His body heaved with his breathing.

Many in the room reacted with shock at his appearance… Insane, violent, murderous glee was apparent in everything about the man.

But Light was calm.

“Your wish is my command, God,” said Mikami, disheveled hair clinging to his sweaty face.

Light grimaced, internally chastising Mikami for giving his identity away, since there was still a very real chance of getting shot. But he told himself it didn’t matter; everyone would be dead soon.

“How many seconds has it been since you wrote the first name?” Light asked.

Mikami held up a single piece of notebook paper, with the names facing towards himself. He advanced towards the group.

The members of the Japanese task force were uneasy with how comfortable Mikami seemed to be with speaking to Light. And as for Near… His right eyebrow raised and he quirked his head to the side. It was strange that Mikami was holding only a page, rather than the notebook. It gave him a… bad feeling.

Halle Lidner picked up on Near’s nervousness. Her hand instinctively moved to her hip, where her gun was holstered. She pulled out the gun and moved into a readied stance. “Near, what’s the matter? What’s wrong?”

Light was mildly confused by Near’s reaction, but his confidence didn’t falter.

“Since I wrote the first name, it has been…” Mikami looked at his watch, “35… 36…”

Hints of Kira had been shining through in Light’s tiny smiles and his authoritative yet pleased voice. It was time to let his true face show, in all its glory.

“...38...”

Light allowed his mask to fully splinter and his true face broke through the cracks. He broke into a grin and his eyes became cruel as he announced his triumph.

“Near, I win.”

“...40!”

The deaths that heralded the birth of the new world happened in the span of 10 short seconds.

Gevanni was the first. His hand clutched his chest and he buckled, falling to the floor and sputtering drool through his strangled death knell.

Rester’s heart attack began, then, and he fell with a groan.

Lidner pointed her gun at Light and fired without hesitation. Immediately after she fired, she, too, collapsed.

From a heap on the floor she looked up and saw that her shot was in vain… Mikami had anticipated the gunshot and had pulled Light down to the floor along with himself. He was splayed out with shock, but also had an amused, dancing smile as his eyes flashed between Lidner’s gun and Mikami who had saved him. The bullet had shot wide, barely missing them both, thanks to Mikami’s quick action.

“...bastard...” was Lidner’s last word.

Mogi collapsed next.

Then the invisible wave of heart attacks moved towards the other end of the room, to the remaining Japanese task force members.

“How could you do this to us?! You let your own father die!” screamed Matsuda with tears flooding his eyes, and he unholstered his gun.

Light scrambled around on the floor to look at Matsuda, poised to attempt to dodge a bullet. But there was no need… Before Matsuda could pull the trigger, his hand seized up as his bloodflow abruptly halted. The gun fell out of his hand and clattered to the floor. He fell to his knees, mouthing, “why?” in his last moments.

Aizawa met a similar fate, unable to shoot the perpetrator who had revealed himself at the last possible moment. In Aizawa’s final moment, he felt the hateful regret of not having acted on his suspicion, Near’s protests be damned.

Light stared at them, at the collapsed form of the men whose intelligence he’d repeatedly mocked behind closed doors. He felt the tingle of a laugh that wanted to come out and his smile was lopsided.

After shoving his god out of harm’s way, Mikami moved towards the one enemy whose name he hadn’t written yet: The young white-haired boy.

“You’re the one who is under arrest, Nate River,” Mikami hissed triumphantly. He pulled a pair of handcuffs from his pocket.

“Wh- What’s happening? How?” Near breathed heavily and his voice was breaking with terror and disbelief.

Light turned to see what Mikami was doing. He was rather surprised… Mikami was acting entirely on his own. It seemed that he had chosen not to kill Near (whose name was apparently Nate River) in favor of “arresting” him.

Mikami really does think like me… I would have asked him to do exactly this if I’d been able to speak to him freely. This way, we can get information out of the little brat, Light thought, feeling exceedingly proud of himself for finding such a perfect servant.

Mikami got down on the floor to be at Near’s level. He reached out to grab Near’s hands.

“N-No! No!” Near slapped the older man’s hands out of the way and scooted backwards.

Near looked around the room frantically, eyes darting like a trapped hare. Everyone was dead. Everyone. Everyone but him and… these two murderers. Plus the shinigami, if it counted as ‘alive.’ It just stood there and watched. It was all so horrifying! His mouth opened and he gasped, trying to maintain control of his breathing.

“This can’t be happening. No. I have the real notebook,” Near asserted.

Mikami moved towards the boy, successfully grabbing a hand. Near fought against him, pulling his long hair, scratching, kicking, anything he could do to fight against a man twice his size.

Witnessing this scene, Light started to giggle. He stood up from the floor, brushed the dust off of his pants, and stared down at their struggle for a moment. But he had to stop Mikami. While his initiative was admirable, it was unseemly.

“Mikami-san, stop,” Light halted his chuckling to issue this command.

Mikami released his hold on Near instantly. He turned, on his hands and knees, and looked up at Kira. His eyes glowed with adoration and anticipation of what his god might like him to do next.

“He’s just a kid. We don’t need to cuff him,” Light said. Mikami nodded fervently to communicate his understanding.

Near pulled one leg up to his chest in a protective position and looked between Light and Mikami.

I don’t know what they’re planning, Near thought, I need to protect myself.

Near’s eyes darted towards Lidner’s gun that had slid across the floor.

“Don’t even think about it,” Light said, noticing Near’s gaze. “Nate, is it? If you make any sudden moves, I’m sure Mikami-san will make sure you regret it.”

Mikami glared at Near, who glared back.

“I knew it was you,” Near spoke quietly, but his fury came through. “Yagami. I knew it was you from the moment I first spoke to you, when you were masquerading as an impotent, useless L. I just needed proof. I was supposed to get that proof here, today. Mikami was supposed to write everyone’s names except yours, and --”

“Yes, yes. And then it would turn out that the notebook was fake,” Light impatiently interrupted, “so that you would use the process of elimination to prove my guilt. I know what your plan was. I anticipated it, and so I had Mikami create a fake notebook. So the notebook you replaced was, itself, a fake! We had been hiding the real one in a different location that you apparently never found,” Light explained indulgently, taking great pleasure in gloating over how his plan succeeded and Near’s didn’t.

“But…” Near mumbled. But we did find the real one. In Mikami’s safe-deposit box. That’s the only explanation for why I can see the shinigami right there.

Near made eye contact with Ryuk, who cocked his head curiously and pointed at himself as if to say what, you can see me?

Mikami said nothing, but squirmed uncomfortably. He felt that he should explain what really happened, but… Kira-sama was having such a good time and he didn’t want to interrupt...

Light sauntered away from Near and towards the gun that the white-haired boy had been eyeing. He picked it up off of the floor, gingerly as if he didn’t like touching it.

“We don’t need guns this evening,” Light commented. He activated the safety, put it back on the floor, and kicked it far out of anyone’s reach. “I’m going to get rid of these things one day, anyway,” he added, “They’ll serve no purpose in my peaceful world.”

“Kami…! Thank you...” Mikami whispered from his kneeling position on the floor, body trembling and voice shaking in reverence.

That word off of Mikami’s lips – Kami – and that oh-so-genuine, grateful, soul-aching little thank you – electrified Light’s nerves like few things could. He felt himself shudder and there was a tingling down below.

Near pulled them both out of their moment with a terse call back to reality. “He’s not God, you deluded fool. He’s nothing but a crazy serial killer. And so are you."

Mikami scowled at Near.

Light walked back to where Mikami was kneeling and Near was sitting. He rested his hands leisurely in his pockets and his grin reveled in smug victory. Mikami’s scowl dropped in favor of mirroring the emotion of his master, just like a dog would.

“You’re in denial of what you see before you. I am the god of my new world.” Light said with a slight tilt of his head and narrowed eyes. “I've ended wars, nearly eliminated crime, and I'm on my way to uniting the world under a new peaceful order. And still you deny my righteousness? Part of me wishes to keep you alive long enough to see yourself be proved wrong… But you’re not worth that much effort.”

Light held his hands before him, palms facing up. “For you see, you’ve been such a disappointment, oh little successor to L. Your plan failed. Utterly. You were supposed to be my final challenger? Hah. You're a disgrace to L’s memory.”

“Don’t you dare talk about L!” Near snapped. “You killed him!”

“That’s right. I did,” Light said with pride. He then squatted down to Near’s eye level. Hands resting on his knees for balance, he looked directly into Near’s eyes and leaned in uncomfortably close.

Light’s grin stretched wide across his face like a cheshire cat as the memory of L’s death flashed before his eyes.

He whispered with vicious mockery, “I held him in my arms when his heart stopped. I watched him die, and I smiled. I even went to his funeral, pretended to be sad, and laughed atop his grave after everyone was gone...”

Near’s pupils shrunk to pinpoints and he unleashed an animalistic cry of rage. He lunged, attempting to wrap his hands around the monster’s neck.

“DIE!” Near's voice cracked.

But Mikami, much larger and stronger, mobilized quickly and grabbed Near by the back of his shoulders. He yanked him off of Light and wrestled him to the floor, pressing the smaller boy’s stomach into the hard concrete.

“Heretic! How dare you attack God?! You’re not worthy to even be in his presence; much less to lay your hands upon Him!” Mikami hissed from atop the boy’s back.

Near flailed uselessly under the larger, older man. He breathed heavily, quickly, until his breaths turned to quiet sobs.

Light stood up once more. He wished to savor this moment in his mind’s eye forever. He glanced around at the dead bodies in the room. He stared at the compromised ‘L replacement’ who until now had been as blank as his snow white hair, but was now emotionally crumbling before his eyes. And he looked at the intelligent, competent man who possessed the Eyes and worshiped him enough to call his enemies ‘heretics’ – not to mention to selflessly throw himself in harm’s way to save his god from a bullet. It was fortunate that he hadn’t been hurt… To Light, it was just more evidence that he really was fated to win. To rule.

This was it. It was real. It was really happening. His victory had come.

The giggles that had intermittently escaped from Light’s throat came bubbling up freely. The sound escalated into full-blown laughter, and Light threw his head back in his absolute, unrestrained mania. His mad cackling filled the emptiness of the warehouse, echoing, haunting, between the metallic walls.

Mikami teared up in the glory of God. He’d never seen a human express emotion so freely. To him this was a beautiful moment of raw, honest, pure joy, capable of being expressed only by those close to divinity – or of course, those who were themselves of the heavens.

The wild laughter gradually subsided, leaving Near’s quiet sobs to be the only sound to fill the emptiness.

“Ah… That’s enough of your whining,” Light said with a frown. “Mikami-san, give me the notebook. I have a plan for this kid.”

Mikami’s maniacal grin abruptly dropped. His single-minded focus upon his God became fearful. Soon, Kira would find out that he had disobeyed an order (albeit with good intentions) and allowed the blasphemers to discover where he was hiding the real notebook. If, when he’d retrieved the real notebook from his safe deposit box in order to kill Takada, he hadn’t torn out a sheet of paper to account for this very possibility, then this fated evening would have gone very differently... He dearly hoped that God would forgive him...

With his head turned down he said, “My lord… I beseech you for forgiveness… The notebook that I have is fake. I believe they stole the real one from me.

“...What?!” snapped Light.

“That’s what I told you before. I have the real notebook. I can see the shinigami.” Near pointed at the oddly-proportioned figure.

The thing laughed, a dry and cracking sound. “So you can see me! I thought it was weird how much you were looking at me. Name’s Ryuk. Nice to meet you.”

Near felt no desire to exchange pleasantries. He wriggled under Mikami’s weight that was still pinning him down. “It’s obvious what happened. Mikami… You kept a piece of the real Death Note, didn’t you? I had a bad feeling when you held up a page instead of the book, right before everyone… died...”

“Yes. That’s correct,” stated Mikami.

“What the hell?! How did they find the real thing?! Mikami, explain. Immediately,” Light demanded, dropping pretense of formality. He did not enjoy the feeling of having gaps in his knowledge of the situation, for it meant he was not entirely in control.

Mikami opened his mouth to speak, but fear arrested his voice. He pushed the words out with effort. “I – I am so sorry – I was trying... to do the right thing –“

“Get on with it! Quickly,” Light shouted, and Mikami flinched, feeling that he was as good as dead.

“Kiyomi Takada was compromised. I had to get rid of her. You could not --”

“Ugh,” Light sighed, exasperated and angry. “So you went and got the real notebook from its hiding place to kill her. Idiot. I killed Takada. I had it handled. You have so little faith in me that you didn’t think I would have a backup plan if I absolutely needed?”

Mikami looked down, ashamed, heart stinging, nerves on fire. He wasn’t sure if he’d ever felt anything quite so painful as Kira’s disappointment.

“At least you had the sense to remove a spare sheet from the real one before it was stolen from you. I suppose even you anticipated that what you were doing may have been a mistake. I’m grateful for that, at least. I don’t even want to think about what could have happened if you hadn’t,” Light said with disgust.

Mikami couldn’t bear this moment. “I’m so sorry; I don’t deserve forgiveness,” he mumbled, quietly, almost to himself.

“Shut up. I want to take care of this brat before anything else… unexpected happens,” said Light bitterly, somewhat anxiously. “So, give me the page you used to kill these people. That’ll do.”

Mikami handed the folded-up page to his master. Light snatched it out of his hand, fixing the trembling prosecutor with a suspicious, judgmental look. Mikami cringed.

Light unfolded the sheet and looked at it. He took in the names of the SPK and the Japanese Task Force members with a small smile. Everything was OK. They were dead. Everything had worked out in the end, even if it hadn’t gone… quite exactly as planned. He retrieved a pen from his pocket and clicked it.

“So, Nate River… Do you have any last words before I take your free will?” Light spun the pen in his hand.

“Kill me and get it over with. I lose. I’ve failed L... And Mello... And the SPK." His voice grew quieter with each mention of the dead. "I don’t want to be here any more,” he muttered, nearly inaudible.

“Tsk. Too bad. How anti-climactic. Fine,” Light murmured. He knelt down to use the floor as a writing surface, and wrote for several minutes. Ryuk hovered over him

Light stood up, folding the paper and putting it and the pen into his pocket. “Mikami, you can get off of him now.”

Mikami moved away from the scrawny boy. He had been watching Kira while he was writing, his face feeling hot with a mixture of rapture and terror. He wondered if God was writing his fate as well, as punishment for disobeying. He would not ask, and he would not complain if God had decided to kill him. He was surely replaceable; after all, he couldn’t be all that special.

Besides, if he cannot trust me, what is the point of my living? Mikami resigned himself to his fate.

Near pushed himself up into a sitting position.

Mikami momentarily looked at Near with hatred, but his demeanor quickly returned to that of fawning over his God… The man who he adored, in spite of – or perhaps because of – his fear of him. His disapproval lingered in the air. Mikami knelt and then bowed fully, pressing his forehead to the floor and folding his arms on the floor in front of his head.

Light’s lip curled slightly in a mild sneer when he looked down at the prostrated man. He looked small in this position, trembling like a leaf, desperate to regain his master’s favor.

“Well?” Near spoke up, grabbing Light’s attention. “You wrote quite a bit. I wonder what you’re going to make me do? Sick bastard."

Light’s eyes narrowed at the clear tone of disgust in Near’s question. “What are you implying...?”

Near was about to give Kira nothing but a cold, hard stare in response… But some unknown compulsion forced his mouth to open and words to come out.

Near spoke, eyes growing more disturbed with each word that escaped his lips. “What I’m implying is that you’re a psychotic murderer who indulges himself in delusions of godhood. You’re so self obsessed that I’m almost positive you jerk off thinking about your own success. Or maybe that’s what the brainless trophy wife at home is for? So I wouldn’t be surprised if you wrote something like Nate River sucks off his enemy, or something equally pathetic.”

Once he was able to stop talking, Near covered his mouth with his hands, brows furrowed with confusion. That had been a bizarre and deeply uncomfortable sensation. Near didn’t want to be talking. But there had been this feeling in his brain, like a tickle. It just wouldn’t be satisfied until the question that was asked of him was answered…. ‘Truthfully and completely.’ He had no power to deny it and so his most ridiculous of thoughts had been exposed aloud. It was obvious that this must be due to what Kira had written in the Death Note, but the knowledge of what was happening did not make the experience any less strange.

Light stared in shock for a moment before laughing at Near.

“Wow! I’m amazed. That’s what you really think, huh? You’re pretty strange, Nate. Part of me wants to ask you why the hell you think like that – why your mind would go to such a sick conclusion – but I don’t want to be here all night listening to your sad life story.” Light rolled his eyes. “Anyway. No, that’s not what I wrote.”

Near said nothing in response, still sitting in stunned silence.

“Mikami,” Light all but barked. Mikami flinched and instantly sat up on his knees.

Light gestured towards the dead bodies surrounding them. “Make yourself useful and find the notebook that you lost.”

“Yes, kami-sama!” Mikami whimpered, immediately scurrying up from the floor to begin rummaging around in the bodies of the deceased SPK members.

Near wished he had kept the notebook on his person. Then maybe he could have made a run for it. ...No, this was foolish fantasy. He wouldn’t have gotten far with the notebook controlling his actions.

Near said, “You’re a terrible leader, Kira. Don’t expect to make it far if you keep being cruel to your subordinates.”

He was pleased that he was able to say that much. Apparently, the notebook wasn’t entirely controlling his speech.

Abruptly, Light bent down to Near’s level, grabbed a tuft of white hair, and used his other hand to slap him – hard, across the face.

“Shut up,” he commanded.

Near looked at him with fury. He moved to hit the bastard back. But… He couldn’t. The only retaliatory movement he could manage was a slight twitch of the arm.

Light bared a wide jackal grin. “What? Not gonna hit me back?”

Light leaned his face in close to Near’s, breathing into the boy’s ear. Near squirmed.

“I’m a ‘terrible leader?’ You don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said, softly and deliberately. “Listen. I’ve pretended for a long time to be someone I’m not. I’m done doing that. Who I am is the only leader this world needs. I am God. And that means I can treat my servants however I wish. They need to earn my kindness.”

Near’s stomach flipped. He already knew Kira was mad. But it was still disconcerting to actually hear his unhinged thought process. Kira was so steeped in self-absorption, that no amount of reason or criticism could possibly pierce his thick bubble of grandiosity.

Light released his hold on Near’s head and stood up tall.

“And you, Near… For the next...” Light checked his watch, “...roughly 6 hours, you are my servant. You’re going to behave. You’re going to answer my questions, and then you’re going to go to your headquarters and send me all of the information you have on me, and then delete it. Then you’ll kill yourself. Sound like a plan?” he put his hands in his pockets and flashed a disorienting, charming smile.

“No,” Near protested weakly, despite knowing that he had no choice in the matter.

Light stared down at him. The scarce streams of sunlight reflected red off of his eyes.

“We’ll see.”

-----

“My Lord, I found the notebook!” Mikami cried out rapturously as if he’d just stumbled upon the holy grail. He certainly treated it that way – Light looked over to him and he was on his knees next to Rester’s corpse, holding the Death Note aloft such that it was just barely illuminated in the afternoon light from the window. Like a heavenly treasure. Mikami’s eyes were sparkling.

Despite his lingering anger towards Mikami, Light couldn’t help but smile at the sight of the man. His simple, single-minded religious fervor was endearing.

The first phrase that popped into Light’s mind was good boy, and he found this to be a strange compulsion . He shook his head and chuckled.

“Well done, Mikami-san,” Light said, settling back into his gentle, authoritative, polite address. “Bring it to me now.”

Mikami complied with haste, presenting the notebook on one knee, head turned down.

Again Light had the compulsion to treat Mikami rather like a dog. And he figured there may be no harm in indulging. So… He reached out and lightly patted the man’s head. He noted the thickness of his wild black hair, rather liking the feel of it.

A small, breathy, high-pitched moan escaped Mikami, slightly strangled with how he suppressed it the instant he noticed it coming out.

Light smirked. Already, his worshiper was proving to be extremely amusing.

Light took the notebook from Mikami’s open palms. He closed his eyes and felt the tension in his shoulders melt away, relieved to finally hold his divine instrument once again. It had been out of his grasp for far too long. He rubbed his thumbs over it and then opened the book to flip through the pages, looking at the endless names… He observed that Mikami had a more compact handwriting style than him. He had a tendency to fit more names on a page, maximizing the use of each page. This efficiency connoted respect for the tool he was given. Light looked down fondly at the writer of the neat rows of names.

Light tucked the notebook under his shirt, pressing it between his belt and his stomach. Just as he had done with Rem’s.

“Alright, Nate. I’m going to ask you some questions now.”

Near stared blankly at the floor.

“And Mikami-san, I have orders for you. You’ll do what I ask, won’t you?”

Mikami choked out the affirmation, “Yes, anything!”

Light chuckled. “Good. First, go grab a cell phone as well as a car key from one of the Japanese task force members. And then…...”

The folded-up page in Light’s pocket read the following:

Nate River – Does not make any attempt to harm his enemies and obeys all of their orders. Answers all questions that are asked of him truthfully and completely, voicing his every thought that might be relevant to the question. At 14:30 on January 28, 2010, he goes to the headquarters where he has been performing his investigation in Tokyo. He accesses his computer and gathers into a folder all digital information that he has related to the detective L, as well as information related to the Kira case. He copies this information onto a USB drive. He receives a call at 17:30, and he writes down the address dictated by the caller. He then destroys his cell phone. He overnight-mails the USB drive to that address. Afterwards, he wipes all data from any computer systems he has access to. He then commits suicide at 20:00 on January 28, 2010.

Light interrogated Near for about a half an hour. He took notes on what Near was saying – on non-magical paper, of course.

In this time, he learned quite a lot. All about Wammy’s house. Where it was located, when it started, its purpose. The names of the men who ran it. Names of some of the residents (the ones who Near had known as a child). Names of US government officials who’d assisted the SPK.

After Light had exhausted all of the useful questions he could think of, he decided to indulge in a bit of simple curiosity about a certain dead detective.

“Did you know L?”

“What was he like?”

“Did he ever tell you about his life before the orphanage?”

“What exactly was Watari – I mean, Wammy – to him?”

Unfortunately, even with the supernatural compulsion towards honesty, Near’s answers were disappointingly brief and vague. Apparently, L’s secretive and reclusive nature extended even towards the children being raised to be his successors.

Light noted, however, the slight spark in Near’s eye when he spoke of L. Even though Near didn’t know much about him, he clearly had a great deal of respect and admiration for him. On this note, Light wondered if Near’s habit of twirling his hair around a finger had been learned from L’s weird mannerisms, or if it was just a coincidence.

It seemed that who exactly L Lawliet had been would remain a mystery to Light. Sometimes, he wondered how things would be different if he’d somehow found a way to keep L alive, whilst neutralizing him as a threat… After all, he had been such an interesting, challenging person… Without him, Light found his life tending towards boredom.

But there wasn’t any point in dwelling on impossible fantasies of what could have been. In the present reality, he’d won; he’d defeated everyone. And surely he’d find some ways to make life more interesting, from here on out.

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Light checked his watch. 2:15pm. “It’s almost time.”

Light turned to look towards his devoted servant and sucked in a breath at the sight.

Mikami had dragged all of the bodies into a pile in the center of the warehouse. Atop this morbid mound, he was shaking the last few drops of gasoline from the cannister he’d found in a back room of the warehouse.

Light was transfixed. This was what he’d instructed Mikami to do, and yet, it was as if a part of him hadn’t believed that he would actually see it play out before his eyes. Furthermore, Mikami was unexpectedly shirtless. His bare, toned, broad abdomen heaved with labored breathing. He tossed the empty gasoline cannister to the side and wiped sweat from his brow. He ran a hand through his long hair and tossed it to loosen a few knots that had formed during his physical exertion.

Now, it didn’t hurt that Mikami was aesthetically pleasing, but that alone wouldn’t have sparked Light’s interest. What struck Light was just… Watching Mikami, a near-stranger, work so very hard at executing Light’s orders… Orders that most people would have balked at or at the very least questioned, but not him… No, this accomplished prosecutor had obeyed his new master unflinchingly and followed through with a single-minded dedication…

Watching this made Light feel something. A flutter in the chest, and heat that settled low, low in the stomach, pressing downwards into a tingling heat in his crotch. It was rare that he felt like this, but he wasn’t surprised that it was happening now.

After over 5 years, he’d had more than enough time to figure out the pattern of how he became sexually aroused. It tended to happen during moments of personal accomplishment or domination over other people. In the early days of Kira, killing criminals had given him this high, and he didn’t even understand what it was at the time. But over time, that had worn off; killing ordinary criminals lost its thrill. The FBI agents, on the other hand, had been so exciting. The memory of Raye Penber collapsed in the subway with his eyes filled with shock and even betrayal – and the helpless resignation of his fiancee as she walked to his death – these were memories he had replayed over and over in his mind.

But then… Killing L. Becoming L. Now that rush of power had left him insatiable for months. Misa had of course been a willing outlet for his needs (his first time actually indulging in said “need.”)

The past few years, though, had been boring. So uneventful. Up until Mello and Near showed up to give Kira a new, exciting goal to work towards: Defeating them. So of course, today was a day Light had been looking forward to for some time. A moment he’d thought about, even fantasized about, a few times cumming down Misa’s throat while thinking about the complete destruction of Near and the rest of his enemies. Truthfully Light had been growing aroused ever since the bodies started falling and he first witnessed Mikami’s devotion… But now, upon seeing just how dedicated his new servant was, it was growing more noticeable. Harder to ignore.

Light clenched his jaw. This was really neither the time nor the place.

Besides, Light wondered, Is Mikami even an appropriate outlet?

Light cleared his throat and settled his wandering thoughts. “Mikami-san, are you finished?”

“Yes, Kira-sama. I am ready to burn the bodies at your request,” Mikami replied.

Mikami turned to look at Light, and under the gaze of God he suddenly became self-conscious of his bared chest.

“Ah!” he gasped. “I apologize; I was afraid that my clothes would smell like gasoline, and I worried that might seem suspicious to others, in case you need me to go anywhere in public before I can go home, which would be fine of course, I will do anything you need me to do no matter how long it takes or where I must go because I would do anything for you, but, um, I can put my shirt back on now.”

His words stumbled into one another like traffic.

Light broke into a genuinely charmed laugh. “That’s quite alright. You were right to think ahead like that. Well done. Put your clothes back on after the job is complete. We will be waiting outside, alright?”

“Yes, God,” Mikami breathed. His face was flushed.

“This is unpleasant,” Near commented, in reference to the serial killers making bedroom eyes towards one another. “I’ve told you everything I know, Kira. There isn’t any more information you need from my computer. Just shoot me and get it over with.”

Light’s eyes angled down towards Near and his grin became fox-like. “Sorry Near. But don’t you remember what I said about how you’d serve me in your final hours? You still have an important part to play. Come, follow me outside.”

Light walked towards the exit of the warehouse. Near felt his body move to follow.

The two exited the building with the glow of a fire blooming behind their backs.

Driving in Aizawa’s car on the highway, the three of them passed a series of siren-blaring police cars speeding in the opposite direction – in the direction back towards the warehouse.

Mikami’s eyes darted nervously between the road in front of him and the rear-view mirror. Behind the morose white-haired boy sitting in the back seat, Mikami could faintly see a plume of smoke in the streetlight-illuminated night sky. His throat tightened and his palms gripping the steering wheel grew sweaty.

They’re investigating the fire already. It’s barely been 20 minutes! What have I done? I committed grand arson and now I’m fleeing the scene of the crime in a stolen vehicle. That is three separate crimes. Oh no. What if they pull me over? What am I doing? God help me, Mikami thought anxiously.

What am I thinking? God is right there. Right next to me!

Mikami’s gaze briefly focused on the man who he idolized. He sat in the passenger seat next to him, looking out the window, as if he were just another ordinary person and not God. Mikami’s heart skipped a beat.

Kira-sama looks calm. That must mean that everything is fine. Of course it is. He wouldn’t make a mistake. He wouldn’t make a decision that would put us in danger.

Light turned his head and caught Mikami looking at him. Mikami whipped his head back to look straight ahead in front of him.

“Keep your eyes on the road, Mikami,” Light bit out.

Mikami nodded. “Yes Kira-sama, I’m sorry.”

“You’re worried about the police. Is that right?”

Mikami swallowed. Was it okay to admit that? Well, it didn’t matter. God had asked him a question. He must answer, and he would never lie to God.

“Yes.”

“I understand. But please trust me. Everything will be alright in the end.”

God’s voice was soothing and reassuring, despite the terseness of the words. Mikami’s faith told him that of course he must trust that voice, and so he was calmed ever-so slightly.

Then God sighed and added quietly, “I want this to be over with just as much as you do. Perhaps more so.”

There was a weariness in his voice when he said that, which gave Mikami pause for reflection. Kira-sama had toiled for years for the sake of the world: an ungrateful world that sought to capture and punish him, of all blasphemies. Surely that must be exhausting, even for a creature as special as him. Mikami then felt humbled, almost guilty even for feeling so afraid just now. His Lord had endured this sort of scrutiny for far, far longer than he had. Could he not survive one day in his Lord’s shoes? Mikami chastised himself for his moment of weakness and steeled his eyes on the road ahead, paying the blare of the police sirens no further mind.

From the back of the car, Near broke the silence.

“Oh you poor things. Are you going outside your comfort zone by actually committing crime with your bare hands?” droned Near sarcastically. “Then again, I suppose technically Yagami still hasn’t gotten his own hands dirty...”

Mikami’s eyes flicked into the rearview mirror to glare at the insolent boy. He was about to speak back to him, but in the corner of his eye he saw his God hold up a finger in a gesture of silence.

Light turned his body and stared at Near. He eyed him up and down, slowly, for an uncomfortably long moment.

“Near, we’ll be at the SPK base of operations pretty soon, won’t we?” said Light eventually.

“Yes, it’s about 10 more minutes,” answered Near automatically.

“So that means that soon, it’ll be goodbye. We’ll never see each other again, because in a few hours, you’ll be dead,” Light said with a mocking, false frown.

Near’s body twitched as he abruptly spoke up to give Mikami a direction, as he’d been ordered to do when they’d first gotten in the car – “Take the next exit and then turn left.”

“...So don’t you think we should leave each other on a nicer note? It’s only polite,” Light continued, ignoring the interruption. He began to smirk.

“No, I don’t. You deserve nothing from me,” answered Near.

“Hmm. Too bad. I disagree. I think I deserve anything I want from you. So how about this --” Light’s faux-friendly tone dropped. “Apologize for how you’ve been speaking to me and Mikami-san tonight.”

“I apologize for how I’ve been speaking to you and Mikami-san tonight,” Near parroted robotically, eyes momentarily glazed over.

The side of Light’s face scrunched slightly as if to say, I don’t know what I expected.

He thought about clarifying his command, perhaps telling Near to ‘sincerely beg for forgiveness,’ so that the response wouldn’t be quite so dull – but what would be the point? Forcing his enemies to grovel through mind control felt cheap, like something some manga villain would do. While he was not above such pettiness if he were alone, that’s not the image he’d want Mikami to have of him. Light scoffed and looked back out the front windshield.

“Mikami, make a right here,” Near spoke up. “We are almost there.”

They sat in silence for the next few minutes as Near directed them the rest of the way. He directed them to pull over on the side of the road close to a tall, but otherwise nondescript, building. “This is it. You can drop me off here.”

“Give me your cell phone number,” Light said as he took a pen and paper from his pocket.

Near recited his phone number and Light wrote it down.

“Well then. Goodbye, Near.”

Near exited the car in silence and trudged forward towards the building.

Light watched him for a moment. He then turned to look at Mikami in the driver’s seat... just as Mikami quickly looked away.

Light smiled. Sure, Mikami had made a mistake. A mistake that almost destroyed everything. Light should be angry, and a part of him still was. But as he reflected on the evening, he admitted to himself that really, Mikami had done so well. He’d thought of a precaution that saved them because he knew that retrieving the notebook was risky. And to be fair, he’d had no way of knowing that Light had a hidden piece of the notebook on his person. The one time they’d spoken to each other before this day, Mikami had said, ‘You cannot move freely right now,’ and Light had affirmed ‘Yes’ – so it was logical for him to have assumed that Light couldn’t kill Takada.

But Light wouldn’t say any of this to Mikami. It wouldn’t do to acknowledge that any wavering from God’s orders were acceptable.

Furthermore, Light could not deny the feelings that Mikami had been giving him. He’d been looking forward to meeting the man ever since they spoke on the phone and he first experienced the thrill of a person directly addressing him as ‘God.’ He’d always wondered what that would feel like, and it was exquisite. He’d thought about it for days afterwards. And, now that they had met, aside from the one mistake, Mikami had not disappointed in any way. In fact, he exceeded Light’s expectations in his passion and his obedience.

Now, they were together, alone. He was rather looking forward to getting to know his new servant. The one he had selected from so many possibilities… His Chosen among many… The one who unhesitatingly worshiped him…

“Let’s find a hotel.”

Mikami’s cheeks flushed.

“Ah – You need a place to stay tonight?” Mikami clarified.

Light’s smile widened. “We both do.”

The stolen vehicle was a liability, and now that Near had been dropped off and Light and Mikami were within the Toyko metro network, it was no longer needed. Light determined that it would be safest if they parked the car not far from a train station. Light didn’t really enjoy sneaking around like a common criminal, but it couldn’t be helped for the time being…

They hopped on a train bound for a part of town where they’d be able to find a hotel. Mikami had been shocked – blushing, stammering – at the suggestion that they get a hotel room together, but Light had curtly explained that he needed to give Near an address to mail the USB drive to, and it would be too risky to use either of their home addresses. Furthermore, Light had reminded Mikami that they’d committed several serious crimes this evening. It would be for the best if neither of them went home right away. So, it was just safer if they both spent a couple of nights in a hotel; it was just the sensible thing to do.

Mikami led Light to a hotel that he was familiar with from occasionally meeting with clients, and they walked inside to reserve a room. Light paid for the room up front in cash, using the fake ID that he had through the Kira case. They got the room key and went up to their room.

Following closely behind, Mikami was on edge. He wasn’t worrying about getting caught by the police anymore… No, he trusted in the unerring nature of God’s plans fully. The only time when God’s plans were jeopardized was when he, Mikami, had disobeyed. So it was rather that he was intimidated by the prospect of soon being in a hotel room, alone, with Kira-sama.

He was thrilled of course – but apprehensive.

Mikami certainly wasn’t a social butterfly, but he wasn’t socially anxious either. He’d more or less figured out how he was meant to behave in various social situations. With clients, with colleagues, with paralegals and fellow prosecutors, with defense attorneys, with juries, and with any stranger on the street. He wasn’t overly friendly as he didn’t wish for people to want to spend time with him – but he was polite enough and fulfilled any and all unspoken social expectations. His colleagues described him as trustworthy, confident, and intelligent – a great asset to have on any legal team.

But what was the correct way to behave around God? A deity made flesh, the arbiter of justice and righteousness, the one whose plans were perfect and glorious and exactly as grandiose as God’s plans should be – He didn’t fit into any of the neat boxes for people that he’d carefully constructed over the years.

Mikami certainly knew how he wanted to behave – or rather, how his body felt compelled to behave. In every instant that he spent in proximity to his idol, he had to fight the urge to throw himself to the floor, kissing the ground that God walked on and proclaiming his praises; his adoration; his gratitude. Mikami felt that his entire life had led to this moment. He’d yearned for God to make his presence known since he was a child. And after receiving the notebook, he’d thought every day about what it would be like to meet Him. After their phone call, his fantasies of their prophesied meeting only grew more intense and vivid and distracting. For this blessed day to actually be upon him – it was overwhelmingly difficult to suppress his emotions. They threatened to burst from him in what would surely be a highly inappropriate and embarrassing display! He only wanted to be on his best behavior.

So no, he wasn’t normally anxious, but in this situation….?

The two entered into the hotel elevator. Mikami was acutely aware of how small this space was that they were sharing. He looked down bashfully and shifted from one foot to the other.

Should I… Say something? But what? He wondered. No. What could I possibly have to say to Kira-sama that wouldn’t be pointless at best or irritating at worst? I should just keep quiet until He has further instruct –

“Mikami-san, this is our floor.”

Mikami snapped out of his thoughts and looked up. Kira was standing outside of the elevator and holding the door open for him.

“Terribly sorry, my Lo-- I mean – yes, I’m coming.”

Mikami scurried out of the elevator to follow and barely caught a glimpse of a smirk on Kira-sama’s face. That brought him some sense of relief, for even if he was embarrassing himself with his odd, awkward mannerisms, at least God was entertained. Nonetheless, he felt he should get control of himself before he inevitably became annoying.

They reached a door – which Mikami idly remarked was the same as all the other doors, which belied the importance of the person who’d be staying in it tonight.

They unlocked the door and entered a very ordinary, sterile hotel room. There was an uncomfortable-looking couch with a table in front of it, a window with beige curtains, an old television, a small work desk, generic stale artwork decorating the walls, and –

– only one bed.

“Oh, strange – I asked them for a double,” Light chuckled.

“I-will-sleep-on-the-couch,” Mikami blurted out, words mashing together.

Light fixed Mikami with a curious smile. Then, his expression became determined as he took a seat at the desk.

“Hand me the cell phone you took from the warehouse,” Light said.

Mikami nodded and retrieved the phone from his pocket. He mentioned, “It belonged to the same person the car did. The one called Aizawa.”

Light had a faintly smug, far-away look about him upon hearing the name of the phone’s prior owner. Mikami suspected that this Aizawa must have done something to attract Kira’s ire, moreso than the rest of the fools who’d been pursuing him, but he would never press for information.

Mikami presented the phone delicately, palms turned up, head bowed. Light reached for the phone, and his fingers lingered on Mikami’s hand for a pregnant pause… before grasping the phone and flipping it open.

Light input the number that Near had given him. Near answered quickly, and Light dictated the address of the hotel in which they were staying, along with their room number and the fake name that Light had reserved the room under.

“Do you understand what your next instructions are?” Light said into the phone. “Good,” he said to the response, and then hung up.

Light tossed the flip phone on the desk and leaned back in the chair, glancing at his watch before folding his arms behind his head. He let out a long, heavy exhale. He eyed the phone for long minute, and then looked up at Mikami who was still standing next to him, minutely fidgeting.

Light stared at the phone on the desk, wracking his brain for anything that he might have overlooked in his plan. The SPK and the Task Force were dead. Their bodies, along with any incriminating evidence they may have secretly had on their persons, had been burned up in a fire. Near would be dead soon. He had the necessary information to utterly destroy Wammy’s House to prevent any more L clones from becoming a thorn in his side. And come tomorrow, when the mail arrived, he would know everything that Near knew about the Kira case, putting him at an even firmer advantage.

...Advantage against who? Who was there left who would stand in his way?

It’s done. I can relax now.

Relax…?

At this point, Light wasn’t sure he knew how to do that. He sighed.

He looked up at the man who was standing next to his chair, occasionally twitching and probably hoping, in vain, that Light wouldn’t notice his anxiety.

It seems he’s having trouble letting go of stress, too, Light thought.

“Mikami-san...” Light said.

Mikami straightened his back and responded stiffly, “Yes, Kira-sama, how may I serve you?”

Light held back a snicker, but he couldn’t help but smile. He found Teru Mikami to be a bit awkward, but judging from the cool collected confidence he’d seen Mikami speak with on television when he chose him, he assumed the awkwardness was only because he was intimidated by God. Yes, God. He really enjoyed the way this man treated him, with such reverence and awe… Every time he heard the man call him Kami or Kira-sama or saw him look at him with that “it’s too good to be true” disbelieving sparkle in his eye… Each time, Light felt that shivering surge of self-satisfaction; his mind and body telling him that all of his hard work for the past 6 years had been worth it.

But these little words and glances were nothing but a tease. He wanted more. In the warehouse, when he first acknowledged to himself that Mikami was arousing him, he’d wondered if it would be appropriate to have sex with Mikami Teru… He was a devoted servant of Kira. Would this not be an abuse of power? Besides, he was a man. But now, as they resided together in this hotel room, enemies vanquished and finally in a position of security… He realized how ridiculous these thoughts were.

What’s the point of being God if I can’t do anything I want? I’m free now. I can make and remake my world’s laws as I see fit. Not only the laws, but the social norms themselves. If I want to fuck my worshipers, I can.

But there was no way Mikami was going to initiate that in this nervous state he was in.

Light knew that the reason why Mikami had been on edge since he first mentioned the hotel, was because the man was nervous about being in the presence of Kira. It was obvious with the way he constantly looked at Light, but then looked away, rosy-cheeked, whenever he was about to be “caught” staring. Not to mention how transparently lost in thought he constantly was. It was different from how he behaved in the warehouse – there, in the heat of the moment, he had openly stared, grinned, knelt on his hands and knees and prostrated himself, and shivered with excitement.

Apparently, Mikami had gone and made himself feel embarrassed to express his feelings – which meant that he wasn’t fully giving Light the worship that he deserved.

Light needed to fix that. But, it wouldn’t do for him to simply demand for Mikami to drop to his knees Although, he thought with a smile, I’m quite certain that he would comply with anything I asked of him. No, he wanted to see Mikami crumble, consumed, overwhelmed by his barely-restrained adulation.

“Are you hungry?” Light finally asked, so casually that it was jarring.

“Um – I – uh – would you like me to get you dinner?” Mikami wrung his hands.

“Yes. Find a shop nearby and get us both something to eat. And – Hmm...”

Light stood up from the desk. Mikami deftly stepped backwards to allow him space. Light opened the cabinets of the TV stand in the hotel room and found a few sake glasses. He took them out and placed them on the table.

“Buy a bottle of sake too. I don’t drink often, but it’s a special occasion. We deserve to celebrate a little tonight, don’t you agree?”

Light gave him a disarming smile. Wide-eyed, Mikami gave a small nod.

“Remember to use cash. Do you have enough?” Light asked.

Mikami nodded. “Uh – what kind of food would you like?” he asked tentatively.

Light shrugged. “Just grab whatever looks good at Family Mart or whatever’s nearby. I like cup ramen, onigiri, potato chips, that sort of thing. I haven’t eaten all day so I just want something.”

“Understood. I will return shortly,” said Mikami, and he took one of the two room keys and left.

Light took the other key. He’d be going out briefly, too – but he’d be sure to return before Mikami got back.

After all, buying lube from a pharmacy wouldn’t take long.

While looking at the options for potato chips in a convenience store and wondering which flavor would be His preference, Mikami ruminated on the fascinating information that he’d learned about Kira’s personal preferences for food and drink. Their first meal together would be significantly less grandiose than what Mikami had fantasized about.

God has the palate of a typical college student! Mikami thought to himself with wonder.

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Light returned from his brief trip out and put the bottle of personal lubricant that he’d purchased into a drawer beside the bed. He sat on the couch and turned on the television to the local news to see what the media was saying so far about the fire. Burning the warehouse down was a drastic measure, but Light was not about to take any risks whatsoever after his final victory.

Ryuk floated down to settle on the couch next to Light. “Gotta say, I thought that was gonna be the end. You barely scraped by, huh?”

“Oh, hello Ryuk. You haven’t been very talkative,” said Light.

“Well y’know… Sometimes you just gotta sit back and watch,” said Ryuk with a guttural chuckle. He had stayed out of the way since the warehouse, flying overhead to follow them in the car and the train.

“Anyway… Yes, today’s victory was a bit close for comfort. But I came out on top, and that’s what matters. I’ll soon show you the creation of a new world,” Light said.

“Yeah, whatever….” Ryuk reclined, taking up an unnecessary amount of space on the couch and resting his feet on the coffee table. He was floating, though, about a centimeter above the surface of the couch – he was just crudely imitating human behaviors.

Light looked irritated. “So, I’d prefer if it you didn’t ‘sit back and watch’ this evening. Can you go, I don’t know, sit on the roof or something?”

Ryuk gave Light a long stare, long enough that Light looked away, embarrassment crossing his face. Ryuk had a good guess as to why Light was asking for privacy.

Ryuk laughed loudly and Light hid his shame by crossing his arms and glaring at the shinigami.

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll give you two some space,” Ryuk teased and floated upwards. “I’d better get some apples tomorrow!” he said as he disappeared through the ceiling.

Light sighed with relief and waited for Mikami to return.

The door opened with a click. Mikami was back and he walked in, carrying several plastic bags from the neighboring store.

Without a word, Mikami knelt on the floor by the head of the coffee table in front of the couch, using a floor cushion that was provided under the table. He removed the food that he’d purchased and placed it on the table in front of Light. He also placed a bottle of sake on the table.

Head bowed, Mikami said, “I hope this meal is to your liking, Kira-sama. If not, I would be more than happy to go back out and purchase something else.”

From his seat on the couch, Light looked down at the kneeling man, a small amused smile playing across his lips at how formal his words were, in contrast to the convenience store haul. He looked at the food that Mikami had brought him: three onigiri – a tuna mayo, an unagi, and vegetable one – and a bag of shrimp-flavored potato chips.

“This will do. Thank you, Mikami-san,” Light said as he unwrapped one of the rice balls. “Did you get something for yourself?”

Mikami shook his head. “I am not hungry.”

Light raised an eyebrow as he took a bite. Very well. If he doesn’t eat, the alcohol will go straight to his head. Might be convenient.

“Ah-” Mikami started to say something but then looked down and closed his mouth, as if he decided against saying whatever it was.

“What is it?” Light prodded.

“Oh – I am sorry. I was just thinking… Uh, I do not know if you will have any need for me in the future. But, if you do, if you ever need to see me again, I would be honored to cook a meal for you in my home,” Mikami stammered.

“Do you like cooking?” Light asked with a smile.

Mikami nodded tersely. “Yes. I am not exactly an excellent chef, but I could at least give you a meal that is – ah...” he trailed off.

Light snickered as he finished Mikami’s sentence. “...Better than convenience store food?”

Mikami flushed. He wanted to say that God deserved better than this, this ridiculous cheap meal being scarfed down in a hotel room. The moment was just so terribly human. But he was worried about offending his tastes, and he also didn’t want to imply that his humble cooking would really be all that great anyway, and so all he managed to say was, “Well – Ah – Er...“

Gracefully, Light interrupted, “That would be great, Mikami-san. Thank you for the offer. I think we will be able to do that one day.”

He flashed a warm, friendly smile that made Mikami’s face flush and heart skip a beat.

The television grabbed Light’s attention and he turned the volume up. There was a “Breaking News” eyecatch, and then a news anchor spoke in the studio.

“We interrupt your scheduled programming to bring you news that a warehouse to the south of Tokyo has been burned down. Police are on the scene to investigate. Nothing is confirmed yet, but it is theorized that the building was burned intentionally. My colleague on the scene has more information. Muzou-san?”

The screen changed to show a view of the Yellow Box warehouse, or at least where it used to be. A woman stood in view of the camera, with the smoking ashes in the background.

“Yes, Kishimura-san; police have not ruled out the possibility that this was arson. How shocking to witness arson on this scale! An entire building has gone up in smoke! Firefighters are just finishing up with putting out the blaze. We still have no idea why this apparently empty, abandoned warehouse was burned down. Fortunately, it’s rather in the middle of nowhere, and so no residential areas are affected.”

“That is certainly a relief to hear. Was anyone inside the building?”

“That we do not yet know. I will let you know as soon as I --” the woman touched her earpiece and her expression became ashen. “I regret to inform you that we have just received word from the fire chief that bodies have been found among the ashes. We do not know yet how many, and it will take some time before police are able to identify them, if they are able to do so at all.”

“Oh, how horrible. We--”

Light turned off the television. That was all he cared to watch, for now. Over the next few days, he planned to keep a close eye on news outlets, as well as monitor police reports internally through the access that he had through his job at the NPA, to see if the police would figure out the significance of who had died that day. Aizawa’s wife would surely file a missing persons reports, and she would probably tell the police whatever she knew, if anything, about her husband’s involvement in the Kira case. Surely then the police would connect the dots: The few remaining people who were still investigating Kira had all died in a fire.

After that, it wouldn’t be long before Light’s mother would hear what had happened. Light typically went weeks without speaking to her so she wouldn’t question the lack of contact from him – but a news story about “the death of the Kira investigation” would surely send her into a panic. She would probably go to the police to inquire if her son was still alive – and that would be a problem. No one still alive knew that Light Yagami was involved in the Kira investigation other than her and Sayu. It needed to stay that way, because if anyone realized he was the sole survivor, that would look bad. He would have to get in touch with her and give her some sort of explanation for why he was still alive, before she acted. She’d be too relieved that her son was alive to question whatever story he came up with.

“Is everything alright?”

Mikami’s timid voice pulled Light from his thoughts. The man was looking up at him from the floor, concerned.

“Oh. Yes, everything is going according to plan. I was just thinking about some other things I’m going to need to do,” Light assured him.

Mikami nodded and bowed his head. “Your plans are perfection.”

Light finished his food, stretched his arms out across the couch and leaned back. “There is still much work to be done. But nothing immediately pressing, and I took the rest of the week off work. We can relax. Speaking of which, pour us each a glass.”

Mikami gulped. He hadn’t planned on drinking anything. Becoming drunk in the face of God sounded embarrassing, if not outright sinful. But Kira hadn’t asked if Mikami wanted sake. It was an order, and Kira had put two glasses on the table.

And so he leaned over the table to pour two glasses.

He lifted a glass up as an offering, head bowed. Light took the glass from his hand with a smile, appreciating how much meaning Mikami inserted into every little gesture.

“Kanpai,” Light said. Mikami looked up and hastily picked up his own glass, nearly making it spill. The two toasted, clinking their glasses together.

Light downed the entire shot’s worth of sake in one gulp and let out a deep, full sigh of relief. He placed his glass back on the table.

“Thanks,” he said to Mikami. “I’ve needed this for a long time.”

Mikami smiled. He did not know exactly what his master had been through. But he could see the profound exhaustion in his eyes. He was honored to be present for this moment; to witness the rare sight of God at rest after a long period of remaking the world. And he was pleased that the sake seemed to be to his liking.

He looked down at his own glass. He knew from the occasional outing he was forced to go on with partners of the law firm, that it was polite to drink when your superior did. So he downed his glass too.

Mikami wasn’t much of a drinker. He’d simply purchased the most expensive bottle at the store, praying that it would be good enough, but he didn’t really know a thing about the stuff. Luckily, it didn’t taste bad, and sake wasn’t strong enough to make him wince like hard liquors did.

Light moved to pick up the bottle. Mikami stopped him. “My Lord, allow me.” Mikami poured a second glass for each of them and handed his God the glass once again.

Light took it with an appreciative smile. He sipped a little from the glass. He looked to the side, out the window into the nighttime city lights.

“Would you go close the blinds and bring us both some water?”

Mikami eagerly complied, happy to be given any kind of order. He returned with the glasses of water and began to return to his previous position, kneeling at the small edge of the coffee table.

Light shook his head. “Come sit here. Next to me.” He gestured towards the spot on the floor directly to his right. He wouldn’t even consider asking Mikami to sit on the couch with him. Having him on the floor felt right, but he wanted him to be within his reach.

Mikami felt his face becoming hot again as he moved to the spot that Kira had indicated. He knelt on the floor and looked to his side, sucking in a breath as he saw how very close they now were. He fixed his gaze respectfully downwards and placed his hands politely in his lap, making his body as small and unintrusive as possible.

“Thank you, Kami-sama,” he whispered, and his thoughts continued as a prayer, Thank you for allowing me to be so close to you. Thank you for allowing me to be here at all. Thank you for cleansing the world. Thank you for choosing me. Thank you for giving me purpose.

Light smiled and sipped his drink again. He moved Mikami’s glass in front of him. Mikami picked it up and sipped it, repeating, “Thank you, God.”

There it was again – that wonderful humming, buzzing sensation that lit up Light’s body whenever Mikami called him that. He wanted more, so much more. Not only thanks, but also praise. And surely, in praising him, Mikami would begin to relinquish this stoic attitude that he was putting on. And then he could provide some real acts of service.

“Look at me,” Light commanded.

Mikami looked up, into Kira’s eyes. Holding his gaze made his stomach twist into knots. Kira’s eyes were soft and lovely, strong and determined. They also burned with such intensity that he was compelled to look away. How could one maintain eye contact with God himself? It was like looking into the sun. But he had been commanded to look and so, he stared into the oppressive warmth.

“Mikami Teru,” Light began in a low voice, smooth and sweet as cream. He knew he could have an effect on most women, and he suspected he could on this man, too. “It’s true that you made a mistake. But you can’t be perfect, can you? Yet, in spite of your imperfections, you’ve done so well. I’m proud of you.”

Light observed with quiet glee that Mikami was falling even harder for him than he’d hoped. After a brief expression of shame for being reminded of his error, Mikami’s face was melting into gratitude and joy. His brows scrunched together and his eyes began to well with tears.

A squeak emerged from Mikami’s throat. He felt himself getting lost in God’s eyes and his heavenly words. His vision blurred. Was he crying? Oh, no, that wouldn’t do. He tried to compose himself but – to receive such praise and forgiveness, to be told that God was proud of him, it was too much!

Mikami sucked in a shivering breath and breathed out, after a sob, “I’m undeserving of such praise. Thank you, God. I’m sorry.” He looked down, ashamed of his lack of control.

“You’re sorry?” Light said with a chuckle, “What for?”

“I’m --” Mikami choked out, “I’m a mess.”

Light intertwined his fingers in Mikami’s hair, as he’d briefly done at the warehouse. Mikami jumped slightly in surprise.

“It’s okay,” Light purred, “This has been an eventful day. It’s a lot to take in.”

Mikami’s chest squeezed. He simply couldn’t believe that God was being so kind to him. And he was… touching him…!

“It’s… the greatest day... of my life!” Mikami admitted with a broken voice, and then, despite himself, collapsed forward to lean against his master’s leg.

To his relief, he heard an airy laugh from above him and God’s hand moved to pet his head.

Meanwhile, Light finished his second glass of sake, and appreciated the slight warmth of the alcohol mingling with the electrifying sensations that came from watching this man demonstrate such subservience and adoration. Light loved that he fell apart like this merely from a few words and simple touches. Mikami would have to stop crying, eventually (he didn’t really want to take him in this state), but for the moment, he quite enjoyed the display. Mikami’s feelings were pure, and that was beautiful. And they were entirely directed towards Light, which was even more beautiful.

Light checked his watch. “Near will be killing himself soon.”

Mikami rubbed his cheek against Light’s leg and a wild grin stretched his face. “Praise be unto you, oh Lord Kira. Your enemies are no more.”

Light hummed with satisfaction. He knew that he’d succeeded, but hearing it from his worshiper was so, so pleasant and validating. His pants were beginning to feel uncomfortably tight. He wanted to hear Mikami speak more.

“Mikami-san, how do you see yourself in relation to me?” Light asked, pushing the man towards directly establishing their unspoken dynamic.

“I --” Mikami stammered, “I.. I am merely a humble servant to you, Kira-sama. I will do anything you ask of me.”

Light smiled at that. He’d already been thinking of Mikami in that way, but he wanted to be absolutely sure that this understanding went both ways. He didn’t want to take advantage of the man, after all...

Light hooked a finger under Mikami’s chin and urged him to look up. “That’s good. If you’re going to continue to work for me, I’d like to learn more about you. What would you say are your goals in life?”

Mikami’s eyes widened and he felt goosebumps in response to the delicate touch. “To serve you. To please you. To execute your will and spread your righteous ideals throughout the world. That is all I want out of my life, and I am forever honored that you’ve given me the opportunity to do so.”

Light chuckled and tilted his head. “But what about before I appeared in the world?”

“All I ever wanted was to pursue justice. I’ve witnessed evil since I was a child and I prayed for God to help. I wanted to protect the weak and punish evildoers. That’s why I became a prosecutor,” Mikami explained. “And when you appeared, I knew, I knew, my prayers had been answered; God had come to the world to right all wrongs!” he continued feverishly.

Light moved his hand to stroke Mikami’s cheek. It was warm and it had a slight glow – and it couldn’t be from the alcohol because he’d barely had any.

Mikami trembled at the touch.

“To protect the good, punish the evil, and serve me… You have very pure and noble ideals. But is that really all you want… Teru?” Light asked softly with lidded eyes.

Mikami twitched involuntarily at hearing his idol speak his given name.

“Don’t you have any… selfish desires?” Light’s voice dropped to a deep purr.

His entire body flushed. And – oh no. What was he suggesting? Did God know? Does he know of my sins? My filthy act when I first heard his voice, and then whenever I thought of him, and… and right now… Mikami thought of the erection pressing against his pants which he’d mercifully been able to conceal so far, from his position on the floor.

Of course he knows! He knows all. I cannot hide from God. How foolish of me, Mikami chastised himself.

Mikami’s breathing was heavy and quick. Shame was written all over his face, not only because of his lecherous thoughts, but also because of his arrogance in thinking he could hide them.

Light poured sake into Mikami’s empty glass and offered it to him. Mikami was too distracted by his thoughts to notice until the cup was being held directly in front of his face.

Light figured it couldn’t hurt to lean into the holy imagery a bit, could it?

“Be not afraid, my disciple,” Light murmured. He pressed the cup to Mikami’s lips. Mikami inhaled sharply with surprise.

“Take this cup and drink of it. I forgive you for your sins and accept your service.”

With one hand, Light tilted Mikami’s head back carefully and with the other, he slowly poured the sake into Mikami’s mouth.

Mikami swallowed and gasped out, “Thank you!”

Light suppressed a moan from the hot heady rush filling his veins. He’d gotten painfully excited from this little show of playing God. And he could tell that Mikami was having the same reaction. It was very cute how he thought he could hide the prominent bulge in his pants. He poured another glass, thinking, He needs to relax so I can use him already. Maybe this’ll be enough.

Once again he held it to Mikami’s lips. Mikami looked much more ready this time, hands clasped in his lap. He closed his eyes and allowed the liquid to be poured down his throat. He swallowed gratefully, overwhelmed to be forgiven for his degeneracy through holy communion.

Light put the cup down on the table and cupped Mikami’s face in one hand, stroking his hair with the other. Mikami nuzzled his face into Light’s hand.

After a minute like this, which was about all Light’s patience could bear, he leaned down, intimately close to Mikami’s face. “So then… Teru, how exactly would you like to worship me?”

Mikami’s breath caught in his throat. His accursed arousal had only become more insistent during that ritual, and it begged for release.

“I’ve just told you that I forgive you and accept your service. So. Speak your heart.”

“Or --” Light released his hold on Mikami’s face and Mikami immediately appeared distraught, afraid that he’d offended his lord.

“-- if you cannot speak, you may show me.” Light leaned back against the couch and watched expectantly.

Mikami continued to hesitate. He knew what he wanted to do. But it was wrong, wasn’t it? His throat dried up and his heart pounded out of his chest. Every part of his rational mind screamed at him don’t do it don’t do it don’t do it – to not debase himself and give in to hedonism in the face of the most perfect being on the planet –

Light’s eyes narrowed and his voice hardened. “That’s an order.”

The command hijacked Mikami’s indecisive brain. He felt his body scramble into a position of worship. He pushed the table away slightly so that he could kneel directly in front of God. He was facing long legs, clothed in a perfectly-fitted suit, and they parted like the seas.

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Mikami knelt before God. His heart pounded. God had given him implicit permission to worship freely. But how free could he be, really? Truly, what Mikami wanted to do was give Kira-sama the ultimate pleasure. He stared at God’s crotch. It was a tent. His breath hitched in his throat and he realized how close he was to fulfilling what he always thought was a wild, impossible fantasy: hearing God’s melodic voice in the throes of ecstasy, granting his unworthy servant a taste of sanctified seed. God deserved no less than complete satisfaction.

But Mikami derided himself. How arrogant of me to even entertain the idea that I would deserve such intimacy.

At the same time, he had been told to demonstrate how he wished to worship. Mikami had to do something. If it wasn’t to Kira’s liking, then Mikami could only pray for mercy.

So, Mikami scooted backwards and lowered his head to the floor, down to Kira-sama’s feet. Perhaps kissing his feet would be inoffensive; after all, if a human could be worthy of touching any part of a god’s body, surely it would be the feet, being the appendages furthest from the core of His divine light.

Light felt himself growing mildly annoyed at how long it was taking Mikami to work up the nerve to do much of anything. He’d been excited when the man nearly fell over himself in his haste to kneel directly in front of him. But he must have sat there for at least a minute, doing nothing but look anxious in the direction of Light’s pants. Light was about to give in and just command him to unzip his pants, when Mikami leaned down.

Light’s toes twitched in surprise when lips pressed against them, and the surprise came from how good it felt. Not the physical sensation necessarily – but seeing a grown man with a successful professional career a few years his senior, fully prostrated before him and kissing his bare feet – that was enthralling. Mikami was letting out little high-pitched moans of pleasure, merely from this act, like kissing Kira’s feet really was what he had fantasized about in all this time, and – hell, maybe it was. Mikami kissed each individual toe like he couldn’t leave any of God’s flesh untouched. Light’s eyes fluttered shut in response to the buzzing pleasure in his head; the hot ball of pressure twisting in his stomach and sending electric jolts to his hard cock.

Light was now glad that Mikami was being so bashful, because if he had given into his body’s raging desires and simply commanded the man to suck him off (which he had so badly wanted to do), he wouldn’t have experienced this lovely little foreplay.

Light was drunk from power much more so than the alcohol. He wanted to play God some more – no not play, he thought, I am a god and it’s time to act like it.

“Praise me, my disciple. Tell me why you adore me,” Light said in a less powerful voice than he’d wanted. He was struggling to maintain composure and keep his breathing steady.

Mikami gave an excited chirp. He sat up and clasped his hands together.

“I didn’t tell you to stop worshiping me,” Light admonished sternly with a hard look.

A delicious fear danced through Mikami’s eyes and he immediately prostrated himself once more, resuming his task of kissing God’s feet. Light chuckled. “Good,” he said, “Now as I said. I want to hear your prayers of devotion.”

“Kami,” Mikami whimpered after placing a particularly reverent kiss on God’s left big toe, “Words are insufficient to describe your brilliance, but I shall try. Firstly, I adore you because you are the light of this world.”

Light held in an undignified laugh – Mikami knew the spelling of his given name but not the pronunciation, meaning that this wordplay was unintentional.

Mikami placed his cheek on the floor and kissed God’s heel. “You are an ideal for all to strive for.” He kissed the top of the foot. “But no one could ever hope to attain your level of perfection.”

Light hummed with contentment and Mikami placed feathery kisses all along the top of his foot from the ankle down to his toes.

“Your will is law. The world shall become a heaven under your guidance,” Mikami whispered between reverent kisses.

“Yes.” Light leaned his head back. “My perfect world.”

Mikami groaned and squirmed; hearing his lord’s approval of his prayer was simply too much. His arms clutched onto Kira’s pants as if he were drowning and they were his lifeline. What he couldn’t say was that he felt as if he was going to cum in his pants and he desperately wished to avoid such a shame.

Light chuckled. “Are you done?”

Mikami sucked in a breath he didn’t know he was holding. “No, I could praise you forever, God. Endlessly. There will never be sufficient words to express how I feel about you.”

Mikami pressed his head against Kira’s leg; he grimaced and let out a happy sob. “You are life. You are my reason for living. Everything I am belongs to you. My soul is enslaved to you and it is a joy.”

Light gritted his teeth. Fuck, he thought, He’s perfect. If I don’t stop him he’s going to make me cum with my clothes still on. ...And I’d rather that happen to him.

“Enough,” Light breathed, running a hand through his own hair to calm himself. “Your faith is pure. It pleases me. I’m going to give you a reward,” he growled.

Mikami’s eyes widened and he thought about going on and on about how he’s already been rewarded more than he deserved, but then God’s leg was snaking under his stomach and … between his legs, and … pressing him upwards with … pressure on his dick.

“Ahh…!!” Mikami cried out. His hands grabbed onto the leg that was touching him.

“Have you ever felt such pleasure as this, Teru?”

“N-Never,” Mikami barely managed to reply through his overwhelm.

“This is what it means to be close to a god. I’ll show you heaven,” Light said as he rubbed his leg against Mikami’s clothed cock.

“Thank… Ohhh…!” Mikami’s eyes went wide and the grip of his hands tightened. He lost himself, rubbing himself against God’s leg to increase the friction.

Light grinned at how he’d reduced this lawyer to the state of dry-humping his leg. It was only right, for humans were to God as animals were to humans.

“Give in. Experience the peak of bliss that only I am capable of giving to you.”

Mikami screamed suddenly as he came. He bit his tongue to quiet himself. His crotch ground against God’s leg as he released his pent-up need, soiling the inside of his pants. He shut his eyes as his entire body convulsed several times. When it was over, he released his grasp and curled himself into as small a ball as possible, prostrated upon the floor, humiliated.

Light snapped his fingers and Mikami sat up at attention. He felt the wetness in his pants shifting and dripping, sticky on the inside of his thighs.

“You’re not finished.”

Mikami trembled at God’s biting tone.

“Show your gratitude. Not with words this time.”

Mikami’s gaze settled upon Kira’s crotch. That must be what he means. His heart raced. It was happening. It was really, really happening. What he’d dreamed of! Was this real? Was this really happening? He prayed that he wouldn’t wake up to find that this was all just a wonderful dream –

Mikami felt a hand in his hair again, but this time it grabbed and pulled. His head was yanked directly between God’s legs.

When Mikami felt the hard bulge upon his face, he panicked even more. It’s real. It’s right there. Oh my. God is so astoundingly human. What if I’m not good enough?! Surely I will not be. How could I be; how could anyone--

“What is it? You talk of serving me and doing whatever I ask, but when it comes time to actually act, you hesitate? Do you reject my blessing?” The voice of God terrified Mikami.

“No!” Mikami cursed himself for getting so caught up in his own head that he displeased Kira-sama. He grabbed the pants button and zipper. He looked up nervously into those judging eyes which stared down at him with derision. He gulped and looked back down. He undid the button and the zipper, reached inside and pulled – I can’t believe this is happening, he thought – pulled Kira-sama’s divine appendage out of its confines.

Light released a sigh. Finally. I was starting to lose my patience.

But his eye twitched as he watched Teru, once again, fail to act. The man was staring at his veiny, throbbing cock like it was an ancient artifact that belonged in a museum. In another context, this could be charming, but right now, feeling more sexually pent-up than he ever had in his life, it was not.

“Surely your tongue is good for something other than singing my praises,” Light muttered.

Mikami blushed and opened his mouth. He started from the base of the shaft and slowly licked upwards towards the head. When he reached the tip he flicked his tongue across it.

“Good,” Light said casually.

The encouragement, however mild, set Mikami’s heart aflame. Emboldened, he repeated this motion again and again while slowly rotating around, encircling the entire cock with methodical licks from bottom to top.

This pulled a moan from Light. He had planned on keeping himself quiet, to uphold his otherworldly image. But he couldn’t help it; this was all just too much. His victory, his freedom, his divinity, Mikami’s worship. In fact, he couldn’t bear to sit back and not take control anymore.

Light abruptly grabbed Mikami’s head and lifted it to the tip of his cock. “Kiss the tip,” he commanded. Mikami obeyed beautifully, of course, and Light’s breathing quickened. “Lick it. All around.” And Mikami did as he was told, with enthusiasm. He placed passionate, wet kisses atop his cock and he ran his tongue all around it. Light noted that Mikami had more confidence in his actions when he was responding to a direct order, and that made sense… He said that he lived to ‘execute his will,’ after all.

Light fisted his hands in Mikami’s hair and pushed his head down, wordlessly commanding for the man to engulf him. He was met with resistance in the throat.

“Take it. Swallow me,” Light demanded through a clenched jaw.

As if his words had direct power over Mikami’s physical body, his throat immediately loosened and Light’s cock slid in further.

“Ah. Ah..! Fuck…!” Light moaned, rapidly losing decorum. He was surrounded by heat, by Mikami’s tight oral passage, and he’d won and his enemies were dead and he was God of his new world and – it was overwhelming him. He already felt he might –

– And he did. He exploded his cum into Mikami’s tight throat, who gagged on it with an apologetic look in his eyes. Light bucked his hips up and firmly pressed Mikami’s head down, balling his hands into fists which pulled hard on his hair. He groaned in between gasps of air, seeing stars in his eyes with the suddenness of the explosion of pleasure rippling through his body.

Once the immediate rush of his orgasm faded, Light released his hold on Mikami’s hair and fell backwards into the couch. He reeled at what had just happened. He had never come that quickly before. It was embarrassing. He didn’t want to meet Mikami’s eyes.

He looked down – Mikami was suckling on the tip of his cock to pull out the final drops, and his expression was nothing short of enraptured. Light tucked a strand of Mikami’s hair behind his ear and smiled warmly down at him. He told himself that he had no reason to be embarrassed with this man.

Mikami released his cock with a slurping noise and said, “Thank you for this blessing, Kami-sama. I am unworthy, and I shall remember this moment forever.”

Light’s chest swelled with an unfamiliar warmth, and an equally unfamiliar expression danced across his face. He leaned down, cupped Mikami’s cheeks, and captured the man’s lips with his own.

Light enjoyed the little sound of surprise that emerged low in Mikami’s throat, and he loved how his eyes went wide with shock before fluttering shut, brows knitted in submission. Light kept his eyes open, wishing to absorb every moment of this kiss that he initiated so impulsively. Never had he felt such a sudden, thoughtless, wordless desire to kiss another. It was different from how he typically experienced sexual desire, which is that it was always strength; it was a need, a burning hot demand to dominate and revel in his self-assured superiority. But this – what was this? It was warm, yes; it was a need; to be sure – but his stomach swirled with butterflies and there was an uncomfortable weakness to the sensation that he couldn’t quite place. An uncertainty bordering on fear; warmth mixing with cold. His arms prickled with goosebumps. He disliked it… But it is what had compelled him to kiss Mikami, and watching the other man melt assuaged the discomfort.

Light could taste the bitter tang of his own cum on the man’s tongue – a first for him. It was an unpleasant taste, but he didn’t care.

For Mikami, everything about this evening had been unbelievable; a dream come true; fantasy made reality. But this…? Mikami hadn’t even deigned to imagine. Before he heard Kira’s voice on the phone, he’d fantasized about how God might sound. Once he’d heard his voice, his thoughts had been occupied by how he might look and how Mikami could serve his physical body. He’d selfishly fantasized about pleasuring his god, to be sure, but... to be kissed? It was beyond even his wildest fantasy. The moment was pure, holy, transcendent. God’s lips were soft and yet they consumed all that Mikami was and ever would be. Mikami felt that he was giving up his very being through this kiss; his spirit was being possessed. How else could he explain the tingling, dancing warmth pooling in his belly, sending sparks into his chest, and making his entire self feel as if it were being pulled into the unending presence that was God?

Light pulled away from the kiss with a gasp, leaving Mikami panting. Mikami’s eyes were lidded and hazy; they were filled with a bottomless feeling – somehow, deeper than the adoration he’d already shown him. Light’s chest clenched strangely and, in a confused daze, he again grasped the man’s face and covered his lips with his own. This time, Light plunged his tongue into Mikami’s mouth, pushing Teru’s tongue aside and laying claim. His hands felt about Mikami’s face, rubbing at his cheeks, pressing his ears between his fingers, running his fingers through his hair.

For reasons he could not begin to understand and didn’t much care to, Light wanted to feel and experience and possess everything that was Mikami Teru. His erection, which hadn’t fully abated, tingled at the thought.

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Light broke the kiss, leaving Mikami reeling, and a bit of spit lingered momentarily as connection.

“You soiled your pants, didn’t you?” Light asked, mildly mocking.

Mikami was shocked by the sudden change in mood. His blush deepened and he looked down to the floor with a subtle nod. “...Yes. I am sorry, sir.”

Light’s grin flashed mischievously. “Then shouldn’t you take them off? Unless you wanted to just stew in your own... fluid,” he finished with a disgusted squint of his eye.

Light didn’t know why he felt this urge to make fun of Mikami; it came out of nowhere. Briefly, he worried that this would backfire on him and make Mikami less enamored by him.

Mikami rapidly shook his head and he stood up, pushing the coffee table further behind him. “No. I deeply apologize for my disorderly conduct. Kami, shall I head out to purchase new clothing?”

Light’s face fell into a frown of disappointment. Was Mikami really this dense? Well, he hadn’t exactly responded negatively to his teasing yet, so...

He leaned back in the couch and crossed his arms behind his head. His half-hard cock remained exposed. “No. You’ll remove your clothing here, in front of me. All of it. You’ll remain nude for the rest of the evening.”

Mikami was frozen and speechless. He didn’t move.

“What?” said Light, irritated that his order wasn’t immediately obeyed. “Have you things to hide from your God? Or are you so prideful that you think I don’t have the right to look at you?”

Terror flashed across Mikami’s face and he gulped. “No! Kira-sama, forgive me. I-- I… It is just that I my body doesn’t deserve to –“

“I decide what you do and do not deserve.”

Mikami squeaked. His hands shakily grabbed his own pants button and zipper and he undid it unsteadily.

Light smiled at the compliance. “Good, Teru.” Light’s voice effortlessly slipped into warm honey; a tone that always had a way of making people fall for him. “Remember, you belong to me. You said it yourself earlier. Isn’t that right...?”

Mikami nodded. He was sweating. “Yes, God. I am yours to use and do with as you please.”

“That’s right. Since that’s the case, you should stop feeling so embarrassed around me. Your body is mine. Baring it to me is no different from baring it to yourself,” he encouraged, blending innocence with authority.

God’s words washed over Mikami and quelled some of his shaking. He made a good point, after all; if Mikami did truly believe his own statement that everything I am belongs to you – then why be so bashful about showing his body? Unfortunately, knowing he should feel comfortable is one thing, but actually feeling that way was another. Mikami was still on edge.

Mikami stepped out of his pants and Light smiled. Mikami’s legs were toned and his boxer briefs clung to his crotch, where there was a wet spot from his previous orgasm upon his God’s leg. Additionally, Light noted the bulge in his underwear. It seemed that he wasn’t spent yet, either.

Mikami then methodically undid his tie and placed it on the table along with his pants. He unbuttoned each of his shirt buttons. He had bared his chest previously, in the warehouse, but men went without shirts occasionally; that was not such a big deal. But no shirt and no pants and soon, no underwear either… Mikami told his body to stop shaking, again.

Mikami’s hands hesitated on the elastic of his underwear. He looked up, through his hair, uncertainly at Kira. Then, he noticed that Kira-sama’s penis had grown in size, nearly reaching the rigidity it had when Teru had been blessed by its presence in his mouth. He felt himself blushing. Was he doing that to God? Simply by showing some of his unworthy human body?

Finally he pulled his underwear down and his own hard cock bounced out of its confines. His hands reflexively moved to cover it up and he had to force them behind his back. He looked down and away, cheeks burning, mortified that God was seeing his most intimate parts.

Light licked his lips as he took in the full form of Mikami Teru. His muscle definition made his form look like a sculpture. He worked hard to keep himself healthy and he was a fine, upstanding member of society. Plus, he was so needy… The submissive posture really tied it all together. Absolutely perfect. He was strong and capable, he’d pledged himself to the betterment of the New World, and he’d do anything Kira asked of him… Truly, he should be upheld as the gold standard of what a worshiper of Kira should strive to be.

So I’ll have him. I deserve only the best, Light thought.

“Go get on the bed,” Light ordered.

Mikami’s lidded eyes shot wide. He climbed atop the hotel bed, feeling strange as he practically felt God’s gaze on his naked ass.

Light pursued him. He got onto the bed in front of Mikami and immediately shoved him down onto his back.

“Kami…?” Mikami gasped.

Before he could breathe another breath, God was once more taking over his mouth with a kiss. And now, he was under God. Not just on his knees before him, but his body was covered with God’s body. Mikami’s heart raced like he’d never felt before. He was so shocked that he wasn’t even moving his mouth in response. He saw God’s brows furrow in possible annoyance, and then he felt his wrists being grabbed and pinned to the mattress above his head. Mikami wondered if he had displeased God, and then he realized that his eyes were still open. He whimpered and squeezed them shut out of respect. He kissed back, moving his tongue lightly, and was so happy to be rewarded with a rumble of approval.

Light abruptly broke the kiss and sat up on top of Teru to look upon him. He was disheveled and at his mercy, desperately grateful. He was so deeply and selflessly worshipful that it would be pitiful if it weren’t exactly what Light felt he deserved.

There was no denying it. Light wanted to take Mikami Teru – as in, him, specifically. This was a new experience for him. Whenever he’d had sex with Misa, her personhood was inconsequential. Light’s thoughts were always focused inwards, and he simply used her body to achieve release. It was a tool; nothing more. But Mikami felt different… He wanted to see Mikami’s reactions; wanted to drink in every shift in his expression. He wanted to hear Mikami sing his praises, whether verbalized or as nothing but uncontrolled noise. He even wanted Mikami to enjoy it...

Light admired Mikami’s hard cock and his own eager erection twitched. He couldn’t wait to be inside. He fingered his tie and smirked.

“So now… Would you like to see my body?”

Mikami merely gaped like a fish out of water.

With a smirk, Light accepted that non-answer as a yes and he wrenched his tie off, tossing it onto the floor. His shirt quickly followed.

“Stay put,” Light quietly ordered. Mikami nodded, wordlessly staring at Kira’s bare chest with squinted eyes as if he couldn’t bear to look at the radiance.

Light got off the bed. Mikami heard a rustling of clothing and the opening of the bedside table drawer. Then he resumed his position, pinning Mikami down. He moved to kiss Mikami once more, but swerved at the last second to instead bite down on his earlobe, earning a gasp from Mikami.

“Well? Do you like what you see?” Light whispered. Then he sat up and gazed down at Mikami, his hair falling delicately into his face.

From Mikami’s perspective, the illumination from the ceiling shone around God’s head like a halo. In his glistening nudity he looked akin to artistic renderings of angels.

Mikami closed his eyes and looked away. “You’re too beautiful for words. You’re perfect. I’m unworthy to look upon you.”

“Oh, Teru…” Light murmured, expression softening into affection. “You’re my loyal servant. You are worthy. Open your eyes, my disciple.”

Mikami’s eyes fluttered open. They shone, growing wet with tears. His gaze danced about God’s form, taking in every detail. His muscles were understated, and his body had a naturally lean and fit look. His skin was flawless. When his eyes reached the hard cock so near his own, he reflexively looked away, even though he had just had it in his mouth. He stole a glance into Kira’s eyes and his heart skipped a beat before settling into a rapid rhythm, and he felt heat spreading through his chest. God was looking at him – an insignificant lowly man – with such care and concern. Part of him still expected to wake up and find that this was all a dream.

Then God looked away from him, and he heard the click of something opening. Mikami leaned his head up and saw Kira holding a bottle of some transparent substance. God looked at him with lidded eyes.

“Do you want to be even closer to me?” asked the heavenly figure.

Mikami realized what the bottle was. He had never had anal sex before, but he understood the mechanics of the act. Kira-sama intended to…

Mikami gasped and his eyes were wide.

Light smirked and titled his head to the side, a bemused expression. He brought his hand to Mikami’s erection and gently ran a finger along the underside.

“Hnngh…!” Mikami groaned.

“Your body seems to be giving me an answer…”

Mikami panted and bucked into the feathery touch, desperate for more.

Light leaned down and whispered sensually into Mikami’s ear, sending tingles running down his arms. “...But that’s not enough for me, Teru,” he said. “Do you want to give yourself to me fully? Do you want to truly become mine?” He sat up and watched Mikami’s face expectantly.

“Yes!” Mikami said, voice so high-pitched in his eagerness it practically came out as a squeak. He cleared his throat.

But then he was overcome with shame. “No… But… I’m unworthy… My body is impure, too filthy for… that…” His voice trailed off and he covered his eyes with his hands.

Light grabbed Mikami’s hand and forced it away from his face, pinning it down to the bed. He wore a disappointed frown.

“Don’t make me repeat myself.” He spoke with firm finality and it made Mikami’s heart lurch. “I decide what you deserve. I decide your worth. You will not dispute my judgment on this matter nor on any others. I am your God.”

Mikami’s breath was a rock stuck in his throat. He nodded, eyes alight with terror and awe. His cock twitched… He did want this, although his stomach danced with trepidation. Admittedly, this had never been one of his fantasies. He’d dreamed of pleasuring God with his mouth, that was all. But of course God would want more, for he deserved the world, much less all that Mikami was. Mikami was afraid of having Him inside, and yet he also wanted it so badly. He wanted to please God; he wanted to be of service. But also, the thought of it – scary as it was – nonetheless caused a pleasant heat to pool in his belly. God wanted to be inside of him…?

Light took Mikami’s nod as permission to continue. “Good.” Light poured lubricant onto his fingers and he placed a finger at his entrance. “Are you ready?”

“Yes… Thank you, Kira-sa-aa-haa…!”

Light had inserted a lubricated finger into Mikami’s asshole. He smirked at the immediate collapse of the man’s composure.

“Shh. It’s alright. Relax,” Light whispered.

Mikami’s face expressed just how uncomfortable this was. Light gave him a reassuring smile. “I’m guessing this is your first time having someone inside?”

“It is my first time – doing such an activity – of any kind – God…!” Mikami managed to say.

Light’s brow furrowed. "Teru, you aren’t saying that you’ve never had sex before, are you? With anyone?”

Mikami’s breathing steadied. He was beginning to feel accustomed to the finger in his rectum. “That is correct. I’ve never been interested,” he said.

“Interesting,” Light said with a surprised smile. And then he inserted another lubricated finger. Mikami gasped and he loved the sound.

A virgin, giving himself up to God. The only touch he'll ever know is mine... Light thought.

“You’re doing so well. I’m very impressed,” Light said. This made Mikami’s face light up as he muttered thank you.. thank you.. between noises of discomfort.

“This is a lot for your first time. Do you want me inside?” Light asked as he gently moved his fingers around to stretch him. He wanted to fuck Mikami but he didn’t have to do it today if the man was afraid. Now that he was free, he would have plenty of time to play with his new disciple.

“Yes…! Yes. Anything for you, anything you want, I will give it to you. Please!”

That was good enough for Light. Mikami’s pleading whines encouraged him even more. He rubbed lube all over his dick and positioned it at Mikami’s entrance.

“Anything I want, hm?” he teased.

“Yes- ah!” Mikami reacted to Light’s fingers suddenly being pulled out. They were immediately replaced with a round surface that pressed urgently against Mikami’s entrance.

“This is what I want,” Light murmured and pushed the head of his cock past the tight ring. He sucked in a breath at the feeling. It was so tight it nearly felt like it wouldn’t give, but then it did, and it felt incredible.

“Ah…!” Mikami squeezed his eyes shut and gripped the sheets with his hands.

Light’s haze of pleasure faltered when he saw Mikami’s discomfort. He didn’t want to feel like any of this was being forced. Maybe in the future, after Mikami had grown accustomed to his ass being penetrated, he could be quick and rough and forceful… But not today, not on the day of their victory, their first time together.

“Are you alright?” Light asked.

Mikami’s eyes shot open and he nodded frantically. “Yes! It… It is uncomfortable, Kami, but I am okay…”

From the little Light knew about this act, he supposed that some discomfort was unavoidable. “Try to relax. That should help. Tell me if it becomes painful,” he said.

Mikami relaxed enough for Light to push inside some more, and then he tensed again. He hissed in pain and Light stopped.

“It… It is fine… Please, use my body to your ends, it is all I am good for…” Mikami whimpered through a grimacing face.

Light shook his head and he reached down to caress Mikami’s face. “Teru, look at me…” he demanded softly, and Mikami opened his eyes.

Mikami stared at the heavenly light in his God’s eyes. God gave him a smile that touched his heart. The sudden, stabbing pain inside him faded away as he felt his body relax, becoming more pliant under Kira-sama’s loving gaze.

Light saw Mikami’s expression morph from pain to adoration, and at the same time he felt Mikami’s sphincter muscles relax. He smirked with the satisfaction that he’d soothed away the man’s pain with only a few words and a look. It made him feel completely in-control.

He pushed himself, getting a bit further in before hitting tension once more.

Light rubbed Mikami’s cheek, thumbing his lips before inserting a finger inside. Mikami licked at his finger dutifully. Relax, he thought, and Mikami did, and he slid a bit further in. He groaned.

Light was almost fully inside but Mikami needed just a bit more coaxing.

“Teru, you said this is all you’re good for? Don’t be silly. If I simply wanted someone for sex, I could use anyone for that. You’re my servant in any way I choose. And so, I don’t wish to damage you. I want to use you for a long time. Understand?”

Mikami was flooded with arousal: the knowledge that Kira-sama could have anyone, but he was the chosen one… And beyond that, he wanted him intact, and he wanted him for a ‘long time…’ Mikami’s body finally opened up to God, allowing himself to be filled completely. Mikami cried out and this time, it was not a sound of pain, but pleasure.

“Oh, yes, that’s good… You are so good…” he heard his God say and he arched his back with joy.

“Thank you…!” Mikami moaned. It felt incredible to be filled. Like he’d always been empty before, and that had been a terrible feeling and he didn’t even know it. God’s presence inside his body was overwhelming him, like it was molding his flesh to fit His divine form. Not only that, but he was telling him he was good… It seemed this evening like every moment that passed was more unbelievable than the last.

Light groaned deeply. Being buried in Mikami’s ass felt even better than he could have imagined. It was so tight; it clenched onto his cock like nothing he’d felt before. Beyond the physical sensation, it felt amazing because this was happening on the very day of his victory. He’d only just met Mikami in person today, and after eliminating all of his enemies, the man wanted to lick and grovel at his feet, praise him, suck his cock, and now, he wanted his God’s cock inside him. It made Light feel so powerful, that he was able to take anything from this man mere hours after meeting him -- such was the presence of God. His cock was pulsating inside Mikami’s ass and his stomach swirled with thick arousal. He was already anticipating how it would feel to empty his balls inside.

Light pulled out slightly and pushed back in, and Mikami winced a bit but it quickly morphed into a pleasured expression. Light smiled. Mikami was perfect; he wanted Kira for exactly who he was.

He started to move in and out with a tempo so slow that it was nearly agonizing for him. He wanted to badly to fuck Mikami as hard and fast as he craved, but he told himself to be patient. He was sure they’d get to that point one day.

For Mikami, the in-and-out motion felt strange at first. It was like he had just wanted the cock to remain there, perfectly still, and never leave. His body had gone through such effort to adjust to the presence, only for it to then leave him – and then come back. So it took several minutes of slow, patient thrusting, but Mikami soon began to feel a comfortable pleasure from this, too.

Then, Kira thrust at a different angle. Mikami saw stars in his eyes as nerves he’d never touched before were lit aflame. Kira hit him again with another carefully-directed movement that brushed gently against those nerves inside. Mikami’s mouth opened wide as a scream spilled out of him. It was shocking but it was good, it was transcendent. Mikami was barely conscious of what he was doing. He found himself bucking against God’s thrusts and his hands were grabbing God’s lower back, pulling against him, silently begging for faster, harder, more.

Light chuckled at Mikami’s sudden enthusiasm. “You like that, do you?”

Mikami’s eyes were unfocused; looking at nothing in particular. He moaned out an affirmative noise, words apparently escaping him. He bucked harder and his fingernails dug into Light’s skin.

Light hissed. “Hands off of me.”

His harsh tone pulled Mikami from his trance immediately. Mikami gasped and threw his hands to the side. His face was apologetic, like a guilty dog.

“I’m sorry; I don’t know what--” he began.

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” Light reassured quickly, not wanting a babbling apology to ruin the mood. Then he smirked and dug his cock in deep to pull another pleasured cry from Mikami.

Light resumed his pace of thrusting, teasing Mikami’s inner point of pleasure once again. “I like seeing you fall apart,” was Light’s husky murmur, “But you do need to remember: Who is in control here?”

“You!”

“Tell me who I am,” Light breathed urgently.

“Kira-sama… Savior… God...” Mikami could only manage simple words between cries of pleasure.

Light groaned, quite loudly, and felt his cock stirring like he would cum soon.

Mikami’s cock twitched and leaked pre-cum. Head spinning, he looked down at it and worried that the substance would touch God’s perfect skin, soiling it. So he reached his arm between their bodies to wipe the liquid away from the head of his cock.

Light’s impending orgasm was delayed by irritation. He scowled, intercepted Mikami’s hand and pinned it to the side. “What do you think you’re doing? Don’t touch yourself unless I tell you to.”

This wasn’t a rule he had told Mikami before, and yet, it felt natural to him. He was entitled to be the one to make Mikami come.

“I thought we just established who is the one in control here. You want to cum so badly that you’ll disobey me?” Light said with an angry edge to his voice.

Mikami shook his head, distraught. “N-No… Kami, I didn’t mean… I just… My filth should not touch… perfect… sacred body…”

Light looked down at Mikami’s cock and saw the pearl of clear liquid pooling at the tip. His frown shifted to an amused grin. “Oh. I see.” He rubbed his thumb against the head of Mikami’s cock, causing a shuddering moan to come from him. Then he inserted his thumb into Mikami’s mouth, who obediently licked the pre-cum off of it.

“You need not worry about making a mess. You’ll clean up later,” said Light.

The thought of him cleaning up the evidence of their act – perhaps licking his own cum off of Kira-sama’s chest – made Mikami’s body clench with an even greater need. As Kira resumed his thrusting and picked up the pace, Mikami felt himself coming close to orgasm. He gripped the sheets and uttered wordless moans. He moved his body in time with Kira’s movements, wanting for His cock to be as deep as possible. Light got the message and he thrust harder, faster.

“I’ve barely touched you. Are you going to cum just from having me inside you...?” asked Kira in a voice lightly laced with venomous condescension.

Mikami gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, nodding his assent.

Light’s breathing was unsteady. “Fine. I’ll finish you. Keep your hands on the bed. Don’t touch,” he commanded.

Mikami gripped the sheets so hard his fingernails were digging into his own palms through them. He made keening moans as he writhed underneath his god and struggled to obey. He was about to cum, and he had his God’s blessing to splash his seed across His sacred flesh.

Light leaned in and whispered low in Mikami’s ear as he pounded mercilessly into his servant’s body. “You belong to me. Only I will ever make you feel this way; no one else; never.”

“Yes… Kami-sama!” Mikami agreed passionately.

“Let me see how enthralled you are by me. Cum for me.” Light’s voice was thick in Mikami’s ear and the command reached down through his very being and Mikami’s body obeyed.

Mikami felt a wave of euphoria crash over him, all spiraling and centralizing around a spot inside his ass, spreading to his cock and balls, and his entire body was warm and pulsating as the most incredible orgasm of his life reached him. He screamed a babbling mix of Kami, Kira, thank you as his cum splashed across both of their abdomens. He trembled and shuddered as wave after wave came; he even let out a quiet sob he was so overwhelmed. The orgasm lasted longer than he thought possible. And when it was over, he was sure he had touched heaven. His mind was floating and he had never felt more at peace.

Truthfully, Light did find the sticky cum coating his stomach to be rather disgusting. But the way Mikami had looked and sounded when he came made it worth it. Plus, the idea of making him clean up was satisfying. Mikami would do anything for him, after all. Anything.

Light sat up and glared down at Mikami. Mikami was panting and he had a dazed expression; glassy eyes and a dumb smile. Light grabbed his chin, demanding his attention. Mikami’s eyes focused instantly.

“I’m not done with you,” said Light. “I just gave you a gift. What should you be saying to me?”

“Th-thank you,” Mikami said weakly.

Light’s eyes narrowed, he grabbed Mikami’s hips and pulled the man towards himself in time with his thrusts. Mikami yelped. Post-orgasm, he was sensitive with overstimulation, bordering on painful, but he would bear anything for God.

“More,” Light said through tight lips.

Mikami had to guess what such a command would mean, and he hoped he would be correct. “I can never thank you enough, God… I can never express my gratitude fully… You’ve blessed me.”

Light closed his eyes and moaned; his expression was that of complete bliss. He was close.

“I thank you not only for this holy union, but for everything. For healing the world and for allowing me to play a small part in your glorious purpose. I will give anything, do anything, in the hopes that I may be even an insignificant portion of the thanks you deserve. You deserve the world… All of it and all of its people should serve you. You are the God that this world yearns for.”

Light gasped and his entire body was alight with sensation as he came inside of Mikami. Words escaped him. He shuddered and half-groaned, half-screamed, as the most powerful orgasm he’d ever felt shook him to his core. He stayed buried deep inside and focused on how incredible it felt for his cock to be pulsing and emptying his seed into his worshiper.

Although Mikami was no longer being physically pleasured, he was nonetheless ecstatic when he felt the liquid filling him. It was a piece of God and it was inside of him!

When Light finished, his shaking arms struggled to prevent him from collapsing atop Mikami. He slowly pulled out, causing Mikami to whimper. He rolled off of Mikami and lied on his back next to him.

Panting with exertion, Light realized that he’d underestimated how exhausted he was. He had barely slept the previous two nights due to anticipation of the warehouse meeting. And now, spent, lying next to his disciple in the wake of their victory, he faded into sleep.

Light awoke. He glanced at the clock. He had passed out for about 30 minutes. He was clearly ready to go to sleep for the night, but he cringed at the feeling of the drying semen on his stomach. He needed a shower. He looked over and Mikami was next to him, and he appeared to have also fallen asleep.

He got up out of the bed, as carefully and quietly as he could manage, but he still roused Mikami. The man’s sleepy eyes blinked open and he smiled up at Light dreamily.

Light turned away. He was disheveled – sweaty and with cum on his chest. He shouldn’t see me like this, he thought.

But Mikami interpreted his body language as being annoyed with the mess. So Mikami meekly apologized, “I’m sorry I fell asleep, my lord. I can clean up now.”

Mikami got out of bed. There was a wet spot on the sheets where his bottom had been. Some of Light’s cum had trickled out of him while he’d slept. When he stood up, he clenched his legs together awkwardly and had an uncomfortable expression – probably, Light assumed, because it was dripping out of him.

“How about we both take a shower? I think we badly need it,” Light asked in a friendly tone.

“I – yes… You may go first, sir.”

“I meant together.”

Mikami blushed and looked to the floor. Light chuckled. They’d just had sex and he was still acting so shy…?

“Come.” Light waved his hand to gesture for Mikami to follow him to the bathroom.

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In the shower with the hot stream of water cascading between them, Mikami knelt on the hard tile and rubbed soap across his God’s body. He admired every line of muscle, every bit of skin. He aimed to commit God’s form to memory. Perhaps there would come a day when God would tire of him and discard him, but he could at least have these memories to cherish.

Light smirked down at the man, bruising his knees on the floor just to fulfill his order to ‘clean up.’ He loved the feeling of Mikami’s fingers on his flesh. He could feel the reverence in his every touch. Light rubbed some shampoo into Mikami’s hair, thick and heavy with the water, and when he scratched the bubbles into the man’s scalp, Mikami mewled much like a puppy and looked up at him with the most worshipful eyes. The warmth that promptly fluttered in Light’s chest was pleasant, but he was wary of what it meant. Perhaps there would come a day when they would need to part ways. Light could not afford to let himself become too attached; his plans took priority. But for now...

For now, everything is perfect, they both thought.