Author Notes and Disclaimers:

I do not own any of the Death Note characters mentioned in this story.

I do not own the original idea of "Death Note"

I do own the alternate ending idea and the basic contents of this piece of writing.

I have used the 'Americanized' versions of the names. "Light" instead of "Raito" for instance. I have also used the words "God" and "Eliminate" instead of "Kami" and "Sakujo". I have, however, used the occasional '-kun' or '-sama'. I think it's cute. I couldn't resist. ERK.

I am Anti-Kira. Sorry, Kira supporters! I'm all for less crime but that is not the answer! Injecting people with fear does not make them a better person and thus hardly makes the world a better place. At least, I think so.

Please don't reply to this story with your own opinion on the matter. Thanks!

Please enjoy the story, by the way. I hope you like it!

NO FLAMERS. I'LL KEEL YOU.

The room was quiet… No, it wasn't quiet. It was loud. Thundering loud.

The ears of the inhabitants were thundering with the booming noises around them. The thumping hearts, shivering bodies full of anticipation, the occasional leaky drops or creeks of the warehouse, and of course, the curiosity screaming around everyone. Who would win? Who was Kira? What would happen here and why?

And when?

Well, Yagami Light knew exactly when. '40 seconds,' he told himself, heart pounding with excitement. His hazel eyes burned into his enemy's own. Those eyes reminded him of Ryuzaki. But they weren't Ryuzaki's eyes... they weren't even close. Ryuzaki had much more behind his eyes. He had a look that said, 'I carry many burdens and intend to carry more.' A tired, weakened look that still kept its fiery determination. Those were Ryuzaki's eyes. This boy before him... Near... had young eyes. He had the blank, emotionless orbs of Ryuzaki but he had the soul of a child who refused to completely grow up.

Then again, Ryuzaki was a lot like that himself.

"This is the moment of truth, Kira," smiled Near, twirling a piece of hair around his index finger. He was so ready to cuff Yagami Light and to have the sweet taste of a true victory on his lips. He was ready to lick the last bit of glory from his chin and to put the madness that was ensnaring the world to an end. He knew that he was the only one who could do it now.

Despite his sureness, Near was still wary. He knew that he would always have to be on his toes when dealing with such a serious killer. Though at this point, there was only one hope. He put all of his trust into the fake page that had been applied to Mikami's Death Note. With showing his face and entering such an enclosed area, he was jumping from a high point into a rope that he wasn't sure existed. But Near was ready to take such a chance.

They stared into each other. The room was loud but the voices were silent.

All voices were silent except a very faint mumble. Because of the stillness, everyone picked the sound up. Matsuda was the first to speak up, "Does anyone else hear something?"

Aizawa was watching Light from a safe distance with a burning intensity. However, he couldn't deny that he also heard something. "Yeah, I hear it too…"

Near smiled wildly, excited by the sound. "That's our special guest, L Team," he told them, addressing them with a play name. The 'L Team'. He wanted to laugh at the face that Light made at the pet name but he resisted the urge.

Light was also excited by the noise. He could understand what was being said. He heard: Eliminate. Eliminate. Eliminate.

His heart fluttered with joy as he kept his eyes connected with Near's. He wanted to watch the life leave them as he had watched Ryuzaki's.

"Outside this door," Near spoke, "Is Kira's accomplice. I expect he is writing our names as we speak." Near's team did not so much as flinch at this news. Yet Light's team jumped in fear, eyes darting to the door and straining to see what was going on behind it.

Light grinned softly at this and laughed, "Really? Kira, you say?"

"ELIMINATE!!!" came a shout from outside. It made everyone, including Near, to jump slightly. There was the sound of someone breathing heavily outside as though the person had just accomplished an impossible task or ran a rewarding few miles.

It was Mikami. His eyes were wide with a crazed, pleased look. His hands shook with sweat as they clutched the Death Note securely. At the name 'Kira,' he looked up and into the crack in the door, neurotic smile still plastered on his face. "God?" he chuckled, peering in deeper. "Kira-sama?"

"You out there," Light's voice cooed, catching Mikami's immediate attention. "Won't you come in? You've obviously finished writing everyone's name."

Teru Mikami's blood rushed throughout his body as he flung the door open, chuckling darkly. "He sure seems to take a shine to you, Light," Aizawa commented. Light didn't answer. He had to resist from any action. Just for a little while…

"Kira," snapped Near to Light, "I want you to know now that this man's Death Note was modified. Now tell me if you're as eager for the remaining twenty seconds as I am?" Near smirked, unable to contain himself any longer.

Light twitched a bit but he knew about the fake note. If they modified anything, it would have been the fake note. "Of course I am," Light answered, playing a collected smile.

At this, Mikami looked at his watch and began counting down the seconds as they passed agonizingly by. "Fifteen… Fourteen… Thirteen…"

The brunette suddenly grinned when he noticed a distressed look upon Near's face.

Everyone followed Near's wide eyes to the notebook in Mikami's hands. The dark haired man began to laugh insanely, holding the Death Note up high and ceasing his countdown. "What page did you edit, Nate?" he sneered, pointing to Near's name upon the paper. He was holding the notebook open on the last page available, presenting everyone's name to them excluding 'Yagami Light'. This page was far from the modified one.

Near shivered a bit and he fell forward onto his hands. He accidentally knocked away the small finger puppets of himself and Mello. He stared into the ground and realized that in an instant, he had lost.

"I decided to give them their own page for causing you so much trouble, My God!" Mikami declared, facing Light. "I put them right in the back, away from every filthy criminal ever written. This scum has caused you more grief than any worthless prisoner," he explained, proud of himself for making such an unpredictable move. Mikami had always been so organized and so neat with his dirty work. It was, obviously, a shock that he had changed paths so suddenly.

Everyone's eyes fell on Light. He held out his arms as though he expected them to fall into them and embrace him. Triumphant, he looked into Near's eyes once more. "It's my win," he said.

Near gasped, grabbing his chest and freezing up. He collapsed backwards; his body went motionless as it hit the damp ground.

Everyone quickly removed their guns with an unmatched speed just as Mikami threw himself into Light's arms. "God!" he exclaimed, tears running down his eyes.

"You've done well," Light told him, putting a hand on his head.

There was only time for a few shots from the police behind Light before they froze up and grabbed their hearts. The ones behind Near had already been stopped from attacking and were now laying on their backs; their eyes stared blankly at the creaking ceiling overhead.

Light still smiled, petting Mikami's head gently. In their haze of fear and shock, the officers had failed to hit their target and one by one fell back like dominos. Matsuda was the last one standing, his unsteady hand shaking. "How could you, Light-kun?!" he choked between his sobs. A pain began to shoot up his left arm.

"I am God, Matsuda. Address me as such," Light grinned, facing Matsuda with an air of supremacy. With one last cry, Matsuda took a shot and fell back.

The bullet left the gun's barrel with a deafening 'crack' before flying straight towards Light…

Then the room was silent. Even the creaking warehouse was quiet as were the hearts that no longer beat. The curiosity had left the air. All that was left was Yagami Light. The only person standing was Kira: God of the new world.

In his arms was Mikami. Eyes still wide with unconditional love and a pleased smile still on his face, he was limp in Light's embrace. "My shield until the end, weren't you?" Light whispered, setting the body down. He took the notebook from Mikami's jacket, patting it against his pant leg.

"Come on, Ryuk. This is where things get easy," he beaconed, motioning for the shinigami to follow. Ryuk had been watching with a heightened interest during the whole scene and was willing to finally accept that the excitement was over.

"That was very interesting," the Death God spoke, a smile on his face. He acted as though he had just seen the ending to a good movie. "Will there be more fun ahead?" he questioned.

"Of course, Ryuk. We've only just begun with our new era," Light replied, leaving the warehouse without a second glance.

This truly was the beginning of a new world, wasn't it? Kira smiled to himself.

He had won.

That was chapter one for you all! It was kind of a prologue to what's coming up next. Not much. It's going to be a short epilogue to what happens after the warehouse. I hope you enjoy everything that's coming up next! Please leave reviews; they boost my motivation!