Light Yagami sat, kneeling, at the base of Ryuzaki's grave, and looked at the cross with no name or date.
To anyone passing, he was simply a mourner.
His eyes shut slowly, and he thought of all the time he had spent with the recluse, all the times they had fought, both physically and psychologically.
Light thought of all the times that he had thought about killing L.
L, his enemy.
Light thought of all the times that he had thought about killing Ryuga.
Ryuga, his friend.
Light thought of all the times that he had thought about killing Ryuzaki.
Ryuzaki, his... he didn't know what to call Ryuzaki.
Ryuzaki had been more than a friend, and when he had been innocent, when he wasn't Kira, he was certain that he loved him... but now it didn't really matter.
He opened his eyes, but he wasn't looking anymore. He placed a piece of paper next to the cross and then he stood, nodded to show respect to his former enemy, friend and lover... love... rival...
He walked away, feeling the tears welling up, but not letting them fall.
On the piece of paper it said:
Watashi wa Kira desu.
Gomenasai
I am Kira.
Sorry