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Mikami believed in Kira before he even existed.
The entire trip by train he had passed deep in thought. He felt ready and excited to finally meet his God. He wondered what he would look like. It was an interesting train of thought he would sometimes let himself follow. No doubt that His appearance would not change his belief in him, but a pleasing visage would fit someone so Godly.
Mikami was sure he would emerge victorious from whatever lay before him today. He didn’t know much about what was going to happen onwards, but he was ready to kill anyone who stood in the way of justice.
The notebook was well hidden in his briefcase which he carried from his house, never daring to let it go until he stood in front of the yellow box warehouse.
The journey from the train station passed in a haze, and suddenly he was in front of the building. His heart beat fast, and it seemed to go even faster after he heard some muffled voices coming from inside. There was only one way to get inside — or outside, and it was through THAT door.
With sweaty palms he started unbuttoning his coat, and then his jacket. He began to work on the button of his trousers, loosening them just enough for his hand to reach for the single sheet of paper pressed between his boxers and his hip. His plan B, should anything go wrong.
Before hiding the notebook in his vault, he made sure to extract one singular page with extreme care and precision so nobody could tell that someone tampered with it. And after making sure it worked the same, he carried it with him wherever he went. The only fool proof place to hide it he could think of was on his body where he could keep track of it anytime.
He placed the page between the other pages of his death note, and made himself decent again. It would be a disgrace to meet his God for the first time with an open fly.
He positioned himself in front of the door, so shaken he barely could keep the pen in his hand. He breathed heavily, not able to control it. The pen lay heavy in his hand as he pressed his eye through the gap. His eyes darted through the room like a madman’s while he took in the scene.
Nate River, Carter, Mogi, Ide, Aizawa, Light Yagami…
Light Yagami! GOD! Your wish is my command, God.
At the sight of his God he took a deep breath. He was indeed as otherworldly as expected! The cool but authoritarian stature made Mikami’s skin crawl with pleasant tingles. A shiver ran down his back making him arch forward and drop to his knees. He held the notebook and the scrap of paper tight in one hand, and he gripped the pen in the other. The final threshold was about to be crossed. The pages fluttered as he flipped through them quickly in search of a space to write in.
Mikami began writing their names furiously one after another. Nate River, DELETE!
To complete his mission he wrote the names on both the notebook and his hidden piece of paper. Nate River, DELETE!
*Skritch Skritch Skritch
Hunched over he continued his charade, writing every name twice. He was visibly shaking, with a manic smile plastered on his face. God you have finally shown yourself before me! I shall not disappoint you! Not today, not tomorrow, not ever! Saliva began pooling in his mouth and in his throat. He wasn’t quick enough to swallow, and the saliva dripped from his slightly open lips, down his chin and dripped on the ground.
*Skritch Skritch Skritch
Anthony Carter, DELETE! Stephen Loud, DELETE! Halle Bullook, DELETE! Kanzo Mogi, DELETE! Touta Matsuda, DELETE! Hideki Ide, DELETE! Shuichi Aizawa, DELETE!
Heat began pooling in Mikami’s crotch, but he didn’t even register it. Every bit of his attention was focused on writing the names. Each stroke of the pen was filled with fervour and passionately swung into the air. Each swish was the ending of someone’s life, but a step closer to the perfect new world where justice ruled. The dull ache in his pants was suddenly exchanged for a stone hard boner. Mikami was so aroused by this point he didn’t even need any friction to feel any pleasure. Only the presence of his God and the weight of his duty could make him ever feel this way!
Anthony Carter, DELETE! Stephen Loud, DELETE! Halle Bullook, DELETE! Kanzo Mogi, DELETE! Touta Matsuda, DELETE! Hideki Ide, DELETE!
“DELETE, DELETE, DELETE, DELETE!” Unconsciously his tone began getting increasingly lewd. “DELETE AH!”. The words he repeated now were laced with small gasps and moans. Small drops of his saliva were sent flying through the air with force at the end of every word.
Shuichi Aizawa, “DEEEEEELEEEEETE!!!”. He finished up the last name and let out a victorious cry. He pushed back from the ground and leaned back. The tension that was building in him this whole time finally culminated and an orgasm tore through him. It was stronger than he ever experienced before, and he arched his back impressively from its sheer force. His arms were spread out on both sides of his body and marked a clear end to his mission. With his head leaned back he saw stars and white shining rays of light. Mikami was smiling to the heavens, thanking for every second he was blessed to walk the earth as God’s faithful disciple. His soul felt like it was floating in pure bliss, detached from the mortal world.
“Ah, uhhh” he moaned, quietly this time.
The climax lasted a long time, and when the haze finally disappeared, Mikami discovered a mess in his pants. He stayed in the same position for quite a few heartbeats. Never would have considered that his body could be so betraying and blasphemous. Never would he have guessed that an orgasm could be so tiring and all-consuming, but feel so good too. All the air had left his lungs and he struggled to breath evenly.
He got back up on his feet, and straightened out his back. His fingers still itched to write more names, but the only name left was the one of his God! Oh dear God! How magnificent you are! He waited for what was to come next. Would God accept him? Tsuki Yagami. Moon. So that’s what God is called. Breathtaking!
“To the one outside…” My lord! He’s finally speaking to me! Mikami was taken by surprise. His God finally addressed him directly! “Did you write the names down in the notebook?” His voice was pleasantly warm and clear, with a commanding undertone.
Mikami opened the door with one swift swipe. With a big grin on his face he stepped over the threshold and looked around. It was a breathtaking scene. Everyone was looking directly at him, but he only had eyes for his God.
“How many seconds have passed since you wrote the first name?” asked Light.
Mikami took one look at his watch and responded “30, 31, 32…”
“Well, Near, looks like I win”
And as if right on cue everybody flinched. Ragged gasps sounded all across the room when everybody clutched their chests in pain. They all turned to look at Kira in their final moments, with a look of betrayal and disbelief shining in their eyes. Suddenly a loud thud was heard when the man who tailed Mikami for all those weeks fell first. All the others followed soon after him. Kira was mostly focused on the small man (teen?) dressed in white. Nate Rivers was it? Yes, he was surely the mastermind behind this whole ordeal meant to catch Kira. The brains behind the operation, the surely great opponent (if he had gotten this far, but not enough to win) which was now reduced to someone clawing at the concrete floor.
The only one who said anything was a man named Matsuda Touta who muttered on his last breath with visible strain to his features: “Light, how could you”. He died right then and there, his life ending on the last syllable. Something flashed in God's eyes then (regret, acceptance?) for only a short second before his quiet giggles which he was clearly suppressing right from the moment Mikami went through the door, broke through and sent a wave of laughter. God laughed loudly with his head turned back. The laughing somehow only got louder with each passing second, and in the end almost sounded like screaming.
Mikami just stood there, glued to the same spot as he watched enamored with the scene that played in front of his eyes. He thrived in the joy of his God being so utterly satisfied and happy. A wave of relief shot through him knowing he hadn’t failed and contributed greatly to the pleasant emotions he was feeling.
“They’re all dead… now there’s no one to stop me… L… not directly… no… but once again you lost to me…turning in your grave are you now, huh?”
Mikami strained his ears to try and catch everything Light was saying in between his outbursts of laughter, which by now were dying out.
Then, God suddenly remembered he was not alone and turned to Mikami in the blink of an eye.
Light was focusing all of his attention on the strange man that stood before him, and looked him dead in the eyes.
The notebook fell from Mikami’s hands as his knees gave out from the pressure of the other’s stare.
The concrete floor was cold underneath his legs when he turned to kneel before him. His head was turned down and he only dared to look again when he heard footsteps approaching. He lifted his head and cautiously looked up at God. Mikami’s eyes shone with admiration and adoration. His chest was constricting with how much his heart ached from his fervent heartbeat, which only became stronger while he gazed at God’s serene beauty.
“This Mikami, this! Kira has won, and I will show you the beginning of a new world!”
"Hyuk, hyuk! You got what you wanted Light! I didn't think you would be able to win this time, but I was wrong. I must say I'm impressed!" Said Ryuk who made everyone aware of his forgotten presence by interrupting Light.
"Nothing can get in my way, haven't I proven this enough times already? Now piss off," Light finally acknowledged Ryuk. He wasn't quite keen on having Ryuk messing with him now, when he had just met Mikami, and still had him to figure properly out.
"Yeah, yeah, I will make sure to give you and your new buddy some room now... hyuk hyuk! I will return when things get more interesting, so expect me, and have some apples ready!"
"Shoo" Light waved him off, and Ryuk disappeared into the sealing while talking about some "Leaving them going at it" whatever that meant.
After clearing his throat Light resumed from where he had fallen off. “Thanks to you, my plan didn’t fail, and I was victorious once again” he looked more serious than ever. “With you by my side I am sure I will be able to overcome any threat to justice!” Light stepped closer to Mikami and crouched, holding out his hand. After a moment of consideration Mikami took it in his, and brought it to his lips and gently kissed it. It lasted only a moment but it took Light by surprise, and he quickly masked his reaction behind a cold gaze. On the contrary he wasn’t against the gesture, he felt as if it was deserved, and felt pride in the sight of Mikami's eyes swelling with tears of joy. “Mikami, you have proven to me to be everything I could have ever hoped for, and more. I really couldn’t think of anyone better suited for this”
“Thank you God! I hope my devotion is clear as day, and I shall be eternally grateful for your grace.” Suddenly he remembered the hand he was still holding and quickly took it back. “If you ever need anything, I would do everything for you in the name of justice” after a second he added, “and you Yagami-sama”.
Light took a step back after hearing those words and looked to the side. A blush was creeping up and he did everything he could to hide it. Not even Misa praised him to this extent, and if she did it superficially. It was her “boyfriend” she said those things to. Not for “Kira”, but this time he knew the words came straight out of Mikami’s heart. He cleared his throat and ordered “Mikami, stand up, I would rather have you at my eye level than constantly crouching”.
Mikami stood up, and looked around the room with Light. The latter was clearly giddy from his victory and still had a malicious grin plastered on his face.
“Look, and he seemed so confident. I wonder what made him so convinced in his upper hand, and made him risk his life and all of the SPK?” He was muttering to himself “Give me the Death Note, I want to see their names”.
Mikami reached out to give him both the Death Note, and the page in it. Light took it and started flipping through all the pages to the most recent one. In confusion he looked at the additional page with the copied names.
“What’s this?”
“Just a precaution, excuse me if I overstepped, I felt the need to be prepared for every possibility, pardon me God” Mikami lowered his head in shame.
“I guess the end justifies the means, don’t fret over it. As long as from this point on you will follow my orders exactly as I tell them there will be no problem” assured God graciously. “Following up on that, I request we move in together as possible.”
Upon hearing those words Mikami fell to his knees once more. “What do you mean Kira-sama?! Really you mean that?”
Light scoffed “tch, don’t get any ideas. I will need you…, and your shinigami eyes at my full disposal at any moment.”
“Use me however you wish God!” Exclaimed Mikami and he gripped the pant fabric of Light’s trousers. Light stared in mild shock (but then again it’s Teru Mikami so what did he expect), and took a step or two back, freeing himself from Mikami’s grip.
“Well I am pleased you treat this seriously… as you SHOULD” he looked to the side “though I still have to get rid of a problem that has been plaguing me for over half a decade”.
“Whose name should I write down, tell me and I’ll do it right now!”
A new smile blossomed on Light’s face. He dreamed of this moment for so long, he almost forgot there was hope! That there was a way out of the incredibly uncomfortable situation he was put in against his own will, that cost him an incredible amount of unnecessary fuss and migraines. Rather should he say this PERSON.
“No, no, no, not this time Mikami, though I appreciate the gesture. I’ll deal with her in another way.” His smile turned malicious.
Mikami’s head spinned. ‘Her’?! A woman?! Which was a problem for God? What does this mean, and why doesn’t he want to kill her?
Curiosity won and he asked Light more “Who is she, and why won’t you kill her?”
“A self-proclaimed lover of sorts to be brief. More importantly my shinigami eyes, but an even more tremendous burden for me.” The description of Misa Amane made him unconsciously frown, and he rolled his eyes at the last sentence. Mikami just stood there, not knowing what to say. The woman sounded awful, and he wanted to help God in any way possible to get rid of her. No words were left to be said, so he remained in silence.
As if Light had just remembered something, he circled around the room until he finally stopped over Aizawa. He bent down and searched his pockets until he retrieved something. Another death note which was hidden was brought here too, and now he had the power to get it back. Everything was falling into place.
The rush of the victory was still pumping hot in his blood. Not long after Light decided it was finally time to leave. With his naturally aligned straight posture, he turned around and headed towards the door. Mikami followed him but made sure to keep a safe distance. When they were outside, Light headed towards the car he was driven in on the way here. He turned around and saw that Mikami was unsure if he should follow, or take the same route back. Seeing him being unsure, Light fished out a copy of the car keys from his pocket and dangled them in the air. They made a loud sound, which made the other man’s attention turn back to him. He smiled slightly and nodded, giving the signal for Mikami to follow him.
Light waited for Mikami to join him in front of the car and gave him the car keys.
“You drive” The keys exchanged hands, and their fingers touched for a split second. Neither one made any rash move to pull their hand back. An electric current passed between them, and the air turned even more intense. Whatever just happened didn’t go unnoticed.
“I will gladly drive, wherever you wish to go, God.” Mikami opened the passenger door and waited until Light got in until he finally closed it and went around to the driver's side.
The car was nothing out of the ordinary, but it felt trustworthy. That was the only opinion he was able to make since he never showed any interest in sports cars, or cars for that matter. Public transportation was still how he traveled to work and back every day.
Mikami took the steering wheel, and turned on the car. They drove from the Yellow Box Warehouse back on the road. The whole time his eyes stayed glued on the road, as for Light he was watching him from the corner of his eye the entire time.
Mikami's strong hands rested on the steering wheel, and his suit had crinkled and was revealing the beginning of a pair of muscular forearms. His gaze went up and rested on Mikami's head. Black, medium long hair in a shaggy cut framed his face. With his sharp jawline and almond eyes he looked rather good (no really?!).
Mikami shifted uncomfortably in his seat. At first Light thought it was from his stare but once he saw it was his hips which were shifting, not his shoulders, he got his answer. The crotch area was slightly darker than the rest of his pants. Well, he was a bit loud while writing wasn’t he? If there wasn’t proof he wouldn’t guess the reason, but to be fair he wasn’t surprised either.
Light smirked and leaned back in his seat and relaxed. The rest of the drive to Tokyo passed in silence.
…
The door to Light’s and Misa’s apartment opened itself. Misa stood in the doorway clothed in thigh-high socks, a patterned skirt, and a plain band t-shirt. She smiled brightly when she saw God and flung herself onto him.
“Heeeeeeeyyy Light! I was told to wait here until you got back, did everything go well? You know I was a bit worried, yeah, I’m so happy you’re back tho!” Light didn’t do anything about her embrace, just waited until it was over. “Oh who is that Light? Is that your friend? Hii I’m Misa, I’m so happy to meet one of Light’s friends!”
Is that really God’s woman? Her? The one he so clearly loathes?
“Misa, I need to talk with you inside. Now. Mikami, wait here until I come back, understand?”
They both walked deeper into the apartment while Mikami just stood right outside in the hallway. The door was left open, though they went so deep into the apartment he couldn’t see them from where he was standing anyways. He leaned back searching for support, and pressed his back against the wall. The constant alertness he had this whole day was fading away, and he took his head between his hands to steady himself. What an eventful day this is.
“NO! LIGHT! YOU CANNOT BE SERIOUS! WE ARE ENGAGED!!!”
The sudden outburst from inside surprised Mikami and made him lose his footing. Crouching he leaned past the doorframe to listen into the conversation.
“Misa. I. Am. More. Serious. Than. Ever.”
“YOU CAN'T DO THAT TO ME! I KNOW! IT'S THAT BITCH TAKADA! YOU FUCKING CHEATER!”
“GODDAMN IT MISA! IT’S NOT HER! I just can't handle your whining anymore!”
“ALWAYS RUNNING OFF, YOU’RE NEVER EVEN HOME!”
“That’s it. We’re over, I’m leaving. I just can’t handle your idiocy anymore Misa, damn you are the most self-centred person ever! It was your idea to FORCE ME to be your boyfriend!”
“No, no, NO! LIGHT! I’M SORRY, JUST DON’T LEAVE ME! I promise I’ll change, I’ll be better for you…”
“No words of yours can make me change my decision. IN FACT I have been dreaming of this moment ever since you showed up at my house six years ago!”
“No, no, no, no, no… you said you love me!”
“Big surprise there Misa, I lied!”
“How could you do that?”
“How could I not?”
“If you leave me, I’m going to KILL MYSELF! I don’t care if you cheat, or are away for days! But if you leave I will do it!”
“Go ahead, do it.”
“Whaaaat, no, Liiiiiiiight!” *metal clinking
“As I said, do it.”
“No!”
“Go ahead then”
“No!!”
“This is getting boring.”
“No!!!”
“I’m wasting my time here.”
“NO!”
“Bye Misa.”
“FINE!”
A series of pained choking noises, such as those you would imagine a wounded animal would make could be heard. Mikami didn’t know what to do. God had to know what he was doing right? He had to know what he was doing, didn’t he? Yes of course he knows, he is righteous! And this silly woman had it coming! A strange feeling settled upon him, and he felt massively out of place. When the loud thud the body (he presumed) made when it collapsed on the floor brought him back to reality, he stood up and went back to his original position.
Not long after that, footsteps could be heard, and God was out of the apartment. His demeanour didn’t change even in the slightest, he looked just as unfazed as always. He was carrying two suitcases, one in each hand which he had to pack beforehand. Mikami felt a chill run down his spine. That woman had just committed suicide because of him! What does this mean?
Mikami made a move to take his suitcases from him. It was obvious he was stronger than Light, so with little to no effort he could carry both suitcases in the air, which was helpful since it was faster, and didn’t make that jarring noise anymore.
“Well Mikami shall we go now?” God looked at Mikami with a questioned look. “Don’t worry about her. It’s not fair to waste pages of the death note on her.”
“I trust your judgment, God,” Mikami responded. Feelings of doubt couldn’t surface now! After all, they had just won and proved to the whole world that the power of Kira was unmatched.
Moving on, they were walking back to the parking lot. Mikami repeated the process of opening God’s door for him, and then opened the trunk to store those suitcases inside. When they were both inside God didn’t hide the amused look in his eyes. Maybe there was something Mikami didn’t understand, but he was determined to find out. Whatever the reason God had for treating that woman with such unnecessary cruelty, he will find out! However, he still had that sick feeling in his stomach.
Inside the car, a new kind of silence wrapped around them. It was difficult to describe, but the most accurate way to illustrate the situation was that they both were even more aware of the presence of the other than before. Mikami swallowed, and looked at God, God who was already staring back at him. A moment of silence passed between them before Mikami dared to ask:
“Where are you going now?”
“Take me to your place” The previous situation was forgotten, Mikami’s eyes opened wide with joy. What an honour! God and I will share the same living space! “I will stay for as long as I deem it necessary” God had his eyes fixed on Mikami, even when the latter’s expression was already showing what he thought. “I presume you have nothing against this?”
“No, of course NOT! It will be an honour to accommodate you! Believe me, this is more than I could have wished for!”
…
Light looked around Mikami’s house in fascination. It was a lot bigger than Light’s apartment, which in itself was impressive, having two floors and two master bedrooms (one for Misa, one for him (his excuse was frequent sleep paralysis)), but it didn’t even hold a candle to the grandeur to how the other lived. It was simple, modern, with high quality furniture, and a few elements of decorations which were definitely prestigious. All the surfaces were wiped clean, and the whole house felt sterile. All of this was maybe more than a single bachelor would need, but for Light it was impossible to imagine a more fitting space for Mikami. There was no way a family could live here. Only someone who was neat, strict, and tasteful such as him.
Light wondered how much of a successful prosecutor Mikami actually was. He had obviously skimmed through his work, but he obviously didn’t know what it actually meant to work in a law firm.
“I hope this is enough to suit your tastes, also even though you have brought your own stuff, please tell me if there is anything you need.” Mikami looked in anticipation for the answer Light would give him. Clear adoration sparkled from his eyes, and Light couldn’t make himself refrain from giving the validation Mikami craved.
“Yes of course, your house seems impressive, and if there is something I’ll need, I’ll bring it up. Just show me to my room, and I’ll unpack.”
A hint of pink colored Mikami’s cheeks, and when he turned to show Light to his room, Light covered his mouth with his hand to hide a smile. Everything had gone according to plan till now, and much better than he could have imagined. First and foremost, he won against Near, the SPK, and the task force. Well, he didn’t feel as much joy over getting those last ones killed though. Aizawa… Mogi… and Matsuda. Since his late teenage years, he saw them every day, and they had become close coworkers and even friends. Underneath his lies and deception was the truth, which mayyyyy have been only a small fraction of everything he was to them, but it mattered.
Near had been a second blow dealt to him from L. A cheap copy resembling the one and ONLY greatest detective of all time. An imitation sent to taunt him again. L…Light closed his eyes for a second to imagine the detective's face. He would always be there to haunt him, those eyes… if he indeed had that sleep paralysis demon, the eyes which looked deep into his soul from the corners of his room were L’s. Those eyes knew everything, and he was scared to have another person know him so deeply, and look into the flaws he had, which he himself chose to be consciously ignorant about.
Secondly, Misa. A pain in the ass from the second she met him. That’s right. He didn’t even meet her, and she had already demanded to be in his life forever. Not to mention he was still a bit stingy about having to spend those excruciatingly boring long 50 days in captivity. To be fair she did half her lifespan for him twice, and that wasn’t a small feat. In the beginning he planned to kill her, but he was too curious to see her reaction when he seriously broke up with her. Suicide right then and there was a bit unexpected, but the possibility had crossed his mind. Killing herself in the name of love was a kind of death Misa fantasized about. And as a last goodbye he wanted to give her the choice of knowing what she died for, or if she chose to continue living. If his own enjoyment is ignored in this context, didn’t he do a gallant move?
Lastly, he was standing in a massive, well-furnished bedroom, with a man next to him still rambling about switching rooms with him if THIS was not to his “God’s” tastes. Light’s eyes shined as he took in the surroundings. There was a lot of natural light coming in from every angle. As well as in the rest of the house, the style remained modern, with a hint of rustic woodwork here and there. The best thing of all was that it didn’t feel cold, much like Light’s own apartment. The closet could easily fit all his clothes, and the writing desk was perfect for work…, or writing in the death note. On the mention of the fatal notebook, Light’s eyes turned heavy. He wished to take the suit off and put on some more comfortable clothes.
“Thanks Mikami, for everything. I want to get some rest now.”
Mikami understood that he was being dismissed and backed away. Before he walked out, he showed where the guest bathroom was and gave a tiny smile before he locked the door behind him. Light threw himself on the bed. The sheets were satin-soft, and it all sounded extremely inviting, but he had to get out of these icky clothes first.
From the suitcase he found a change of clothes, which he took to his new bathroom. He stopped for a moment to listen to the shower which was already running. Mikami probably went to shower straight away, and Light already knew why.
He took a long shower, cleaned himself thoroughly, and relaxed underneath the hot water for about half an hour. When he got out all the mirrors were fogged up. He dressed himself in his favorite black turtleneck sweater and a pair of lightweight trousers. Casual, comfortable and still classy (note: and extremely cunt). Back in his room, he got into the inviting bed and fell asleep.
His dreams were strange. He dreamed of gunshots, wounds, sunsets, stairs… When he woke up, he had to catch his breath. He felt like he had just been chased. The seconds ticked by… 60 seconds was a minute, right? Maybe in Kira’s new world, where HE reigned, he would make the minutes have 40 seconds each. What an amusing thought. And maybe he will. Who was there to stop him? Not Near at least. Not L, not even Mello, though he never stood a chance.
It was already dark outside, but he got up and walked down the stairs to see if there was anything to do, and to see if Mikami had been up to something. As he walked into the dining area from where the faint light came from, he was met with the most amazing smell he could imagine. After walking into the room, he saw that a whole feast had been arranged. Mikami was currently walking with wine glasses from the connecting kitchen when he saw Light.
“I hope you have rested well, God”. His hands shook a little bit when he placed the glasses on the table. “I took the time to cook for you, since I haven’t seen you eat at all ever since you got here”.
Light didn’t notice before now that he was starving. “This looks amazing, did you prepare all of this by yourself?” The traditional Japanese cuisine looked delicious. Each dish seemed carefully prepared, planned and displayed. There was a bit of everything, like sashimi, okonomiyaki, takoyaki and so on. It was incredibly nice to have a candlelit dinner (there were actual candles lighting up the dark room) after the stressful day. Light was grateful for the gesture, despite himself.
“Let’s eat then. You were right, I haven’t eaten since morning. I feel the beginning of a new world calls for a celebration, don’t you think?”
“Absolutely! I didn’t prepare dessert because I didn’t know what you liked, so pardon me… and I personally don’t eat them”
“Don’t worry, I don’t have a sweet tooth. I once knew a man who only ate sweets, and so on. I have never seen him eat anything else”
“How is he doing?”
“He died”
“Oh… I imagine his health couldn’t have been the best”
“Yes but no. He died because of a heart attack caused by the death note. You must have heard of him. That was L.”
“You mean the great detective?! If you don’t mind me asking, how exactly did you beat him?”
Light looked lost in thought when he reached out to take the first bite of one of the dishes. When he bit into it, he let out a surprised gasp. The food was indeed delicious. He did everything he could not to moan when all the flavors melted on his tongue. Light looked back at Mikami who was already watching him. Mikami registered every change of Light’s expressions with focused eyes. Nothing went unnoticed, so when Light took the first bite, he knew right away that he had enjoyed it.
Mikami’s expression softened, and his shoulders loosened.
“This is fantastic…you are a talented chef Mikami” Any kind of genuine praise Light has ever said, he has said with the pain of swallowing gravel. Internally. On the outside he would never show how difficult it was for him. But this time it went better. Perhaps it was because he believed Mikami would never get any ideas of himself being in any shape or form superior to his “God”.
“I’m glad it was to your liking! Would you like me to cook for you from now on? I wouldn’t mind it at all… I would be more than happy to”
“That would be great. Maybe let’s focus on what happened today. I will tell you about L another time, for now let’s enjoy dinner”
“Yes of course, you’re right” Mikami lowered his eyes back on his plate. There was nothing left to do other than to start eating.
Light noticed that Mikami was extremely well-mannered while eating. How he couldn’t stand people who ate like pigs! So, to find out Mikami could properly use utensils was fantastic. Every little thing he learned about the man made him more convinced that he chose well. Every piece of information he gathered was positive, which for him was a first.
It took Mikami several hours to prepare everything. After he had taken that long anticipated shower, he went down the stairs and started to get out the ingredients. All the instructions which were written down in the cooking book, he followed precisely. Only when he knew for sure something was off or could be better if done differently did he do so. He knew his way around the kitchen, and cooking was his specialty.
Now after getting the approval of God, he was left with nothing to do other than eat. He ate, but his head was overflowing with information. Maybe there was someone playing tricks at him, but God turned out to be breathtakingly beautiful. He expected God to be as beautiful as his soul and ideas, a reflection of how he was on the inside, but to experience him being as close as he was now… It was something entirely different to experience such divinity firsthand.
His soft features had turned masculine and harsh with the years, but he still looked more beautiful than he could ever look handsome. There was something dangerously seductive in the way he was. Mikami’s eyes were glued to his slender neck which was accentuated with the black turtleneck he was wearing, which also made Mikami weak in his knees. His Adam’s apple bobbed every time he swallowed, and the motion was hypnotic to Mikami. He made it a point not to stare, and act normal, regardless of how hard it was.
“Don’t you want to ask me something, anything?” Asked God. He sounded playful, inviting, but there was a challenge in his tone, which Mikami was ready to take.
He wanted to choose his question carefully. Ever since he heard of Kira there were several questions he wanted to ask him personally, and now he finally had the chance to! “How did you get the notebook?” It was one of the very first ones he wanted to know.
“Ryuk dropped it, and I just happened to pick it up. It was the end of high school for me, but even if it was completely random that this notebook had fallen on me, I don’t think it was a complete coincidence.”
“It was fortunate it landed in your hands, and not someone corrupt. Me neither, I don’t think the notebook could have been in better hands than yours. Nobody else could have fitted the role of Kira as well as you do.”
“Nobody else could be Kira except for me”
Mikami continued asking questions, and God kept answering them. The questions he chose never became too personal, only circulating around the Death Note and Kira. He planned to get to know Light better on another occasion, and not seem intimidating right now. For what it was worth he began to get accustomed to the idea that God was a human. A divine and pristine one, but still flesh and bones. Light Yagami was Kira and Kira was God.
Somehow they were both now on their second bottle of wine, in the name of celebrating this special occasion. God was just getting done with talking about how he knew Takada before from college.
“Yeah, so me and her used to go out. Kiyomi was tolerable I mean, and she was a nice cover-up in the investigation” Mikami tensed when he heard that God and Takada were on a first name basis. He couldn’t make sense of the wave of jealousy he felt, which was definitely not directed at Miss Takada. Maybe it was because he KNEW he understood God better than she ever could and he would do so much more for him than she ever would, but SHE was closer to Light than he was. At least used to before he killed her.
“Well, I’m sorry I had to kill her,” said Mikami.
“No, I killed her. Why are you saying YOU killed her?” His voice was demanding an explanation.
“I remember what you told me, but you were in a situation where you couldn’t act freely, so I went and killed her for you.”
“Let me piece things up together. So you went to the bank, on a completely random day for you, to write down her name right?”
“Yes, God.”
“Of course I would have a plan B in this kind of situation! I told you to follow my orders precisely!”
“I’m sorry God, I just wanted to help you eliminate her.”
God let out a soft chuckle followed by an “aahh”. “Luckily you were smart enough to have your own plan B with you” Mikami looked puzzled. What exactly was God talking about?
“Before you made me switch the notebooks, I carefully got a page out from the notebook, and then always carried it on me, where no one could access it,” Mikami explained further.
“Good thing you had done that, I can deduce that if not, you would have written the names on a completely fake notebook, and nobody would have died. I would have lost completely. I believe that the notebook you have is a fake. Which means…” Light suddenly paled “Damn it! The real notebook is still in the warehouse!”
“Are you sure God..?” Asked Mikami hesitantly.
“Yes! Damn it Mikami, such a mess up could be fatal!” Light grabbed his hair in his fingers and started to pull at it, but then stopped. A cruel coldness was in his wide eyes now, even when he was still clearly shaken up. “There is still a way to test the notebook. Bring me the notebook and a pen”. Mikami complied, and soon God had both the items in his hands. “You will prove that the notebook is fake, by writing your own name down”
The next breath Mikami was about to take came out shaky. He froze in place as he watched in shock what God had just demanded of him. Would he risk his life believing God’s deduction that this death note was completely useless? He reached for the death note and the pen with shaky hands. The page where he was expected to write his name was completely empty, and he closed his eyes for a moment to think. If I do as he says now, and survive then I will earn his complete trust in me! No! I shouldn’t doubt what God believes! The Notebook has to be a fake! I’ll do anything for him no matter what!
“I trust you” said Mikami and with one swift motion wrote his entire name down.
Teru Mikami,
Delete.
The seconds started ticking, the timer of his remaining life getting closer to the finish line. In his last moments he chose to gaze at God. His name of Light Yagami shone like a halo over his head. He counted down the seconds in his head…
37…38…39…40!
He didn’t react in any way when the clock reached the 40 second mark. And when he assured himself nothing had happened, he let out a deep breath he didn’t know he was holding.
“Nothing happened, thank you God”
“I told you nothing would happen! That solves one of our problems, but we still have one more to solve. Let’s hurry to the car”
“Yes, of course, but we have just emptied almost two bottles of wine” God looked ready to start screaming, but Mikami tried to remain calm despite the situation. Someone had to handle it with a clear mind, and it turned out that he was the one with the responsibility tonight.
“If we don’t get in the car we’re done for either way, and if you somehow manage to put us in danger, I swear I will make it out alive somehow, and kill you, so really there is no choice! We have to get in that car now! Consequences be damned, we don’t have a choice!” God was clearly freaking out, and Mikami had no other choice than comply.
The lock on the door locked behind them as they rushed to the parking lot. They drove off quickly, and drove just under every speed limit until they reached the highway. God was staring into the open-road and gritting his jaw, while Mikami was starting to panic. The alcohol in his system made his driving sloppy, and his reflexes worse. Luckily his admittedly bad driving didn’t attract any police, but earned him a fair number of honks. After what seemed like an eternity, they were back again in front of the Yellow Box Warehouse.
Light got out of the car quickly. After a hasty analysis of the surroundings he concluded that nothing noticeable had happened. The police hadn’t yet discovered the corpses inside, because if they had gotten here they would surely be still here analysing every little detail.
“Stay here and guard the entrance!” He practically ran to the front door.
The inside of the warehouse was exactly how he had left it. All the bodies lay in the same position as they had naturally fallen, and their expressions of horror hadn’t changed. He quickly walked towards Near. Near was probably the safest bet to who carried the notebook with him.
By now the body had turned ice cold, both from the chilly January weather, but also his heart had stopped pumping blood many hours ago. The warmth of his life had returned to the earth, and his glossy eyes were now lifeless. It was enough to creep Light out. To be all alone in a room full of dead men was enough to send chills down anybody’s spine.
Light audibly gagged as he flipped Near on his side, and started running his hands over him until he felt something underneath his shirt. He reached under the collar, and there it was! The notebook! As he had suspected, Near had the real one with him!
Once again he was at the Yellow Box Warehouse, feeling victorious, but this time it left him with a bad aftertaste in his mouth. He wasn’t planning on staying any longer than necessary, so he returned to Mikami who was patiently waiting for his return with the death note. All he needed to do now was to test the notebook again. Considering that Mikami was here, now, with him, if he wrote down his name it would bring the quickest results. Considering everything else Mikami was far more precious if he remained alive than dead.
“Is there someone whose death you could confirm right away if they died?” Light asked.
“Yeah, I know two people who are always in the office. If we kill one of them we can ask the other to check up on them, with an excuse like…”
“Just get on with it, Mikami” He couldn’t stop his short temper from resurfacing. Whatever. Light handed the Death Note to Mikami, and he watched Mikami write a name down, wait forty seconds, then get out his cellphone and dial a number.
“Hello, this is Mikami. I couldn’t get through to Onizuka, may you please see if he’s still working and deliver him an important message?” There was a moment of silence before muffled screams could be heard through the speaker. “Sorry, is something wrong?” Another moment passed “Are you sure he’s dead? Oh, how tragic! Please call for an ambulance. I’m afraid I have to go.” The call ended, as well did their worries (for now).
When they got home, God went straight up to his room. Mikami stayed around and cleaned off the table and did the dishes. He took a quick shower, and fell asleep the moment he got under the cozy sheets.
It was the first night Teru Mikami slept under the same roof as Light Yagami.