A/N: Prologue, This story has been floating around in my notebook for over a year now, I finally have decided to make it a reality, please enjoy
Warning: Yaoi, Sex, Murder, Physiological shit, may strain less than intelligent readers (jk)
Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note.
As I stumbled on the cold forbidding cement staircase, I realized… I was dying. Me, God of the new world, bringer of salvation… Savior of sinners… was left to rot in an abandoned warehouse, bleeding out, heart struck down from his own righteous judgment. Although I found it terribly ironic, I already knew this was how it would happen; I had always known that the day I stopped breathing would be the result of that bastard Ryuk's promise made all those years ago, his pledge to write my name in his notebook with those long, grotesquely deformed, fingers.
I was waiting for the flashback that I had heard so much about, the moment when everything you had done, right and wrong, the good and the bad, the dark and the light, all came flooding back to you as you exhaled for the final time… But nothing had come so far, I just lay there where my legs had given out beneath me, staring up at a seemingly more and more colorless ceiling. Perhaps that had always been a pretty thought, or in some peoples cases, a masochistic one. What of those who died instantaneously? Would they have had the opportunity to recollect their lives?
When a ripping pain slammed into my chest, there was nothing I could do to stop it.
Though I had to admit my heart had felt a worse pain before, one that dying could not emulate. Of all the cheers and the stares and the rewards, there was nothing like the spotlight you lay in during your final breaths, even though not a single set of (human) eyes watched.
My own were slipping closed, I was unable to find the will to hold them open any longer. And then I saw him… a rather ghostly silhouette in the rays of the glistening sun. Even in death he still managed to rob me of my spotlight. Why was he even here? He had no business left with me, he had won this game of chess, and I couldn't even will myself care anymore.
Will Kira to kill. He seemed to have disappeared completely. A little too late…
To laugh at what I had been reduced to… from God, to dying, miserable, human. He stared, as if waiting for me to hurry up and join him in the world awaiting us all. I guess, also, from the moment his swallowing obsidian eyes stole more than just my breath, it was the nailing of my cross, the checkmate that I struggled so desperately to evade. His lips moved, but I could not decipher what he was saying. "Is this how it felt to you?" I wanted to rasp, but couldn't.
No… how it must have hurt so much more, because of my own lapse of sanity, I sent him into the next life broken. I could have assured him an ending with no regrets, could have held in my smile for just a few moments longer. But I could not control the being that flourished inside of me. The one that hated L and thirsted for his blood…
Or could it have possibly been, that knowing I was Kira was more satisfying to him than believing I was not?
Everything hurt now, I had the fleeting want for him to close his eyes but banished the thought, I never wanted to see his eyes closed again. I could not handle it. I simply could not… I've never fallen this hard before, thrown from my pedestal into a field of mortal reality, this sick, twisted thing they called love tasted so bitter in my throat that it was ok now. I was not afraid to die anymore, I don't deserve to fear death…
As my eyes closed for the final time, I felt it…
It was amazing…
A/N: Okay I know it was realllly short but it's just the prologue. I'll try to have the next chapter out by the end of this week, it'll be much longer. Please review.