Disclaimer: I don not own Death Note or any of its characters
Prologue
Light Yagami paced about his hotel room. His hair; uncharacteristically messy, and his face; furrowed into a picture of deep concentration. His clothes were haphazardly draped on his body (buttons missing, collar askew, pants wrinkled, etc…), but Light was not concerned.
No he was not. He was NOT thinking about that foolish detective. Light was absolutely NOT thinking about how that guy's attitude was so upsetting, that it was endearing. Light was definitely NOT thinking about how despite all the effort he went through; he still never learned that detective's real name. Not that Light cared. And light was 100 percent certain that there was no way in his nearly perfect world that he, God of the new world was thinking of how just before the end of it all, L truly trusted him, was his friend, and how when it finally ended, L saw light's true face, a face of malice and selfish justice, as the last thing L would ever see on earth.
No, Light Yagami was above that. He was above a stupid, prying detective.
Light's body crumpled to the floor. And clutching his hair in his hands, he silently screamed.
An ashen face peered down at Light from very far away. It wore a sad smile at first, but slowly as Light fell, it widened manically revealing pointed teeth. The pale figure brought a white thumb to its lips and bit down, still smiling.