Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note,

I don't know where I got this idea from, but I have no big plans to do more than this little bit. Another author might be continuing it.

Sorry if it's terribly OOC.


"Light..."

Of all the people that Light killed, it had to be him that came back to haunt him in such a matter. He ignored the young Shinigami that stood behind him, despite how persistent he was about getting his attention. The Shinigami had spent more time around Light than he had around Light's son, who he was officially bonded to, the entire day since he had entered the household.

"Light." The Shinigami tried yet again. Light wasn't planning to answer the Shinigami at all in the time he spent on earth. He had thoughts of dealing with the Shinigami like he had with Rem, but it would be a problem if the Shinigami didn't gain a liking for Light's son.

"I don't hate you Light."

Light muttered a reply without even realizing at first that he had.

"Like I care whether you do or not." When he realized that he had answered, he gave in and turned around to face one of the few people that he had some regrets over killing. His eyes were pure red and lacked the bags that were once under his eyes, his skin was even paler, his hair fell down in green-tinted spikes down his back and he had glossy black angel-like wings. But he had known that it was L the moment after he touched his son's new Death Note.

"Why did it have to be you?"

"What do you mean by that Light?"

Light turned away from the Shinigami once again. It annoyed him that L would ask such a question, when he already knew the answer.

"I made it that you died. By now, shouldn't you be making some deal with Ryuk to have me killed?"

If Light had been looking at L, he would have seen that he was now smiling.

"Light, I hold nothing against you for my death. I was beat, you won. You are true justice."

And with those words, Light knew that even though his son's Shinigami was L, he could continue being the god of the new world.