The world still turned.
People slowly slipped back into their routines.
And Kira became the shadow of society, the one being that many people secretly hoped would return and save their damned world.
Those were the people that made Light laugh.
"People who use the Death Note go to neither Heaven nor Hell…"
'It was true at least' thought Light as he stared down into the human world, his own Death Note clutched in his boney fingers. There was no rest, no higher purpose for a person like him only the barren and boring world of the Shinigami. Yet at the same time this thought did not disturb him, did not faze him. When Light had died, his consciousness had been preserved, and it was with that he had been able to find a loophole in the system, a way for him to come back….and with his own body. The only reason the others had not found this was well, why would they choose to go back to Earth?
Still, what they didn't know was that when a Shinigami transfers itself into a human vessel, many of the abilities remain…along with a lengthened life. Light's lipless mouth curled into a sick smile, his pointed teeth parting slightly in amusement. They would all find out what kind of God he was…one that could surpass the limits of death to return to the material plain on Earth.
But first he had to find a vessel.
Below him, the spot he had been watching began to crowd with people in blood red hooded robes. With no real calendars to determine dates and times, Light could only assume it was Friday evening as it said on many a cell phone. His plan was simple; Light would jusr drop his notebook to Misa with a message written in the notebook. She would follow him; she would listen to his every word.
Scribbling into the notebook he left her this message,
"This notebook is owned by the Shinigami known as Light Yagami and Kira. Whomever finds this notebook must find for me another follower, another vessel for my life and being. This person must be in possession of this notebook. You must also find my body, and preserve both the main organs and bones, something necessary for the procedure I have in mind…."
Another smile cracked his face, and a hissing laugh trailed from his mouth. This was the first step in a line of many designed to make him leader, make him a god among men. With a nudge, Light pushed the Death Note through the small portal he had made to the other side, allowing the notebook to land with a soft flop on the grass at Misa's feet
"Give us a sign Kira!"
Her voice peaked in the prayer could not move past this sentence, her eyes locked on the small leather bound notebook laying at her feet. Misa's fingers brushed it as she crouched down, memories flooding back to her in a torrent.
"Kira…Light." She whispered, the words paper thin on the breeze.
"Lord Kira has sent us, his most loyal of followers a Death Note, an instrument of his will! Misa shall help Kira in any way possible, beginning with the instructions he has written to us!"
The crowd cheered, crowding Misa to catch a glimpse at the notebook, to perhaps touch it and feel the warm leather that had undoubtedly been clutched in Kira's own hands. Misa held it close to her chest however, standing on the tips of her toes to catch a glimpse of her love, her Light, her Kira.
Amidst the crowd she spotted him, or at least his Shinigami form. His knife-like teeth frightened her with their power but his baby blue cat eyes drew her in. Belts covered his body, giving his lean physique a layered and stiff feel to it. Still, she could see him, She could see her Light in there. Pushing through the waves of robed Kira followers she lept onto him, her arms grasping for his bony waistline. Black feathered wings wrapped around her, smothering and soothing her.
"Did Misa do good Light?"
"Misa did excellent…" Light grinned again, another hissing laugh escaping his lipless mouth.