Yeah, I haven't written a serious DN fanfiction before this, because really, it is so fun making fun of Mikami! Well, I just wanted to let you know that I feel terrible because I wrote this... But I did, so bleh.
DISCLAIMER: This fanfiction was written to portray how I thought Light Yagami would have felt about his situation in the Death Note series. I do not own Death Note or any of the characters in it. I don't really think that the owners of anime/manga really have time to write fanfictions of their own work anyway. That'd be dumb.
Just as planned.
...Or maybe not.
Well. it was, anyway, a little while ago. Everything was going fine. I was God. I was on top of the world, and everyone was in the palm of my hand. Until Mikami had to ruin it.
I will take you back to what is now known as Kira's Demise. My memory of it, anyhow.
Everything was fine. I had been standing there convincing the force, like always, that I was just a member of the force, not Kira. They had no reason to expect me to be Kira, after all. Because all was going as I had planned it to. I had planned everything. I was going to kill these fools, the first chance I got. I was going to act like I didn't know anything about Kira's real plans or anyone else relating to him. I was going to act like the unexpected deaths of the task force were heart wrenching things to find out. I was going to be the last one picked off and 'disappear.' It was perfect.
I was perfect.
I had just entered the Yellow Box Warehouse with the task force. We had noticed Mikami in the shadows, as I had planned for him to be.
He had done as I had asked him to, and written down the names. He had come into the room because I had allowed him to. I had given him permission.
I was not aware, however, that Nate River had switched the pages in the Death Note. But I could have worked around that, if it wasn't for Mikami. I could have salvaged the situation. But Teru Mikami had to open his mouth and turn his eyes to look at me and say pleadingly "B-but, G-god...I did as you said...!"
He is the reason that I am not living on a throne now, with every huiman being either at my feet in worship or having a heart attack. By now, I could be happily sitting on my throne, not having to write any names, because all the humans still living would love me. They would worship me. There would be only peace in my world. There would be only the things I allowed. I would be God.
But instead of letting me salvage anything, he had to speak. He had to use his awful vocal chords that if I had the chance, I would have had ripped out of his disgusting neck by a serial killer, whom I would have instructed to do so with my Death Note.
After I was shot by that idiot Matduda, and lie there begging for help from Mikami, he only furthered my opinion of him. He had the gall to stand there and question my authority. He had the nerve to tell me that I was not God!
I hated him for the rest of my life, though that was not long. Thanks to him. Now I am not the God of the New World, or the king that would sit on his throne and rule the humans.
Though there are some that still worship Kira, the rest of the world has gone back to its sickening ways. Humans are scum now more than ever. Ryuuk was a fool for killing me. Matsuda was a fool for weakening me to the point of failure. And Mikami was a fool for existing.
But that happened long ago. When? I cannot say. Months? Years? Perhaps decades. There is no way to tell. Because there is no time. There is no present or future.
Where I am,
there is nothing.
