Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note. Sue me, and I will sakujo you.
"There is no Heaven or Hell."
"No matter what you do while you're alive, everybody goes to the same place once you die."
"Death is Equal."
These were the last words I heard, my final thoughts as Light Yagami; The man who believed himself to be a god. The man who nearly conquered the world, and the devil who courted an Angel.
Death is equal, and all rest in a single plain. The great and the meek, the kind and the cruel, the wealthy and poor.
And were it not for Death's equality, I would never have seen him again.
I was born equal to any other man on earth. Though I became two things that set me apart. Greatness and Terror, my downfall and fame are what set me apart from the people I spoke to, the people I killed, and the man I loved.
Kira was not me. Kira was the name for the creature who laughed as he died. Kira was the one who took advantage in his father's death. Kira was my sword, shield, and the assailant that brought me here, still a youth to this plane where one wanders, where they rest, and where they dream, without strife or grudge.
L. Lawliet. Ryuuzaki. Hideki Ryuga. I sometimes doubt he was born into that world with the same equality as the rest. The orphan genius, socially inept and brilliant. Were he to have a Death Note, he may have bested me. And that was our true difference. Not the hygiene, nor our lives, but that he knew both black and white. But he never once tainted his hands, or drank from it as I did.
Now, as we lay equal, I ask myself if I truly beat him. Were a few years of playing King what I call my victory? In this everlasting dusk, this plane of sand with a single stretching lake, and its gates of rusted bronze, where all are nameless and those long spent here cannot recall there own, I feel it never was.
I love the man I killed, and by some twisted mercy, for which he may be either a masochist or stupid, he's returned it.
In life, we were hushed, and feelings were suppressed. In life, my confession was nearly false, clouded by the monster of a man I was, and lovemaking was barely worthy of a name.
Dying, I see was the best thing that may have happened to me, and I'll say only this: When I lived, never ones did we lay, clothing forgotten. Never once were we at such a leisure to let his head rest on my chest and my arms around him.
When I was alive, I never really said "I love you,"
When my lover still breathed, he never may have looked upon my face and whispered back.
"I always assumed it was unrequited. I..."
My lips cut him off, as I occupy his tongue, mingling it with my own.
The final fact of my death, is that as Light Yagami and Kira alike, I never felt I would find myself thanking Ryuk. He was a bother, useless and lazy. Yet were we to have never met, or I not to have died, I know, and have for a while I would not be laying here in my lover's embrace.
There is no god, I realized, as I believed myself to be one.
For God was a young man who died four score ago.
Who lay equal with his enemy.