A/N: Written for the Death Note Flash Bingo challenge on the For Death Note Writers forum (link on profile), 051 – prompt: Philosophy is life's dry-nurse, who can take care of us - but not suckle us. Soren Kierkegaard. This number actually appears twice on my card, so get ready for another drabble from it too (and a oneshot, since it also appears on the non-flash card. :D)
bubbles afloat in an empty expanse
Raito wondered as to the structure of their world.
Previously, he had entertained the notion that the world was a self-contained little bubble, set afloat in the world accompanied by nothing but empty space, an off-shot of some massive creation that had long since crumbled into dust.
After listening to Ryuk's almost senseless rambles, he was starting to think there might be other bubbles like that. The Shinigami Realm was definitely one – for no true realm of God would be in such a dilapidated state.
And that was if a God existed. Perhaps "God" was a relative term – and as time passed, he began to support that idea more and more. It seemed to refer to someone who maintained law and order in a confined world, as opposed to an all-seeing creature that watched over multiple ones. The God of the Shinigamis, the Shinigami King, was one who chose to spend his time watching their world instead – and that was his order.
As for this world…he would put Kira at the top of it. Slowly, but he would do it. He was confident he'd worked out the world by that stage.
And he hadn't necessarily been wrong.