Dystopia

I do not own Death Note. Wish I did, though.

Preface For Everyone Who Desires This

God is watching us. God is protecting us. God has descended on this earth. From this very planet he will judge both the living and the dead. No one can escape his gaze.

Kira is here amongst us.

...

Fear resides in people's eyes. Fear is present in their actions. They are cautious and scared, and that is considered wise. Those are the actions of a wise and logical person these days. God's days. Kira's days.

For 2 whole years has Kira's reign of terror taken place. Nobody has been able to catch him. Nobody has been able to judge him, oh no, it's only Kira who judges.

People are losing faith in everything but Kira. The old society was wrong. But Kira is right, Kira is… Justice.

Who believes that?

Now?

Almost everyone.

Is someone still fighting in the name of justice? Other than Kira's justice?

Not many, but some. They believe in themselves. They believe they will prevail. They have not given up with the masses. Nor are they going to. They will oppose evil. They will oppose Kira.

Because Kira is evil.

Right?

…

"Look at it. Isn't it beautiful, love? Is it more beautiful than you? No... But, look! Love, look at our accomplishment!"

Strong hands caught then elbows of a small man with determination and showed him beauty. It was a peaceful, slumbering Kyoto, in the middle of the night, basking in the moonlight. The angel was perfect, showing off Kyoto's most priced sights in an eerie light, hypnotizing the spectator with its beauty.

"It is beautiful."

A small and tired voice, nearly silent as the wind threatened to carry it away, before it had done its purpose. It passed through pale but full lips, carefully pronouncing every syllable. A small smile rested on those lips, as he watched at the beautiful scenery.

It was so peaceful it was almost frightening. It had happened; it no longer was a simple dream he had to pursue. Now it was there right in front of him.

A peaceful world, Kira's world. It was now becoming true, it was starting.

He did not know how to feel. Afraid?

Immensely so.

But he wanted it. He did it because he asked for it. He helped him. Were his actions righteous?

"Of course. You did the right thing. You obeyed me, love. I am so happy because of you."

Then he felt something warm. In his stomach, it gathered there. Soon it took over his entire body, in one second. Happiness, tons of it. He was happy, because he did the right thing. He had no doubt in the man standing behind him, oh no, he was always right. He was righteous.

He was Kira.

And he was Kira's.

In the moment of endless euphoria he was spun around. He looked in the eyes of God. They were divine. Oh, so beautiful.

So dark and powerful.

So full of lust.

Nothing mattered, but the man standing in front of him, on this balcony, right now. Everything around him was inferior to him. Nothing could even come close in comparison.

His lips were captured fast, without any hesitation or doubt. It was harsh, but loving. Painful, but wanted. Impossibly arousing. The grip on his waist tightening. He did not care. He wanted it.

Gasps.

Moans.

The same ritual as always. Something fell from Kira's hand. He did not care, did not hear, did not notice. He just wanted him. Now.

"I love you. You know that don't you?"

Light looked at Kira.

"How could I ever forget?"

Smile.

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