An exhausted prosecutor sat down after a long period of physical fitness at the usual gym. He unsealed an envelope from his mailbox and read it, as he was now accustomed to. A list of names. Kiyomi Takada, the spokesperson he had chosen, had done well. He sat down in his desk and illuminated the computer screen. More and more countries falling to the will of Kira. All was going in the right direction. A peaceful world. A just world. Mikami Teru brought out the death note from its hidden spot, and marked its pages with his pen. "Kami's will must be done. He has entrusted it to me."
He was the only one who He could depend on, similar thought patterns and beliefs, that he was certain. A sense of righteousness, that no one else possessed. Kami eliminated all of the evil people of the world. He delivered judgment to those deserving divine punishment. Kami's ideals and his matched perfectly. Identically, without a slight difference.
The Shinigami still hovered behind him, as he seemed to do. The one who appeared one day to him, like an angel, An angel of death, who granted Mikami the eyes the minute he had spoke of them. He would offer anything, do anything, if it was Kami's will. Half of his life-span hardly seemed to be a worthy sacrifice. The shinigami passed from Kami to the prosecutor, viewing the outcomes. Less than frequently, Mikami would ask the one known as Ryuk questions, which he would halfheartedly answer, not before asking for apples. He had a strange fascination with apples, Mikami noted.
His pens jotted down names. Corrupt french politician. Convicted murderer. Child Rapist. False prophets of Kami. He eliminated all of them from existence as ink ran across the smooth lines in his hand-writing. All his life he had fought on the side of Justice. It was his duty to protect others, that which he put all of his effort into. Yet as he grew older, the victims and by-standers turned to enemies. Even his mother did not believe in him. That he was righteous. That was why he felt little remorse in her death. He had denied her from his heart for that reason.
The past did not ring well with him, though he made him who he was. An intelligent young man. A respected prosecutor of suspected criminals. The Hand of Kira. It was with that path, that sense of wanting change to come upon the world. Justice. Purification of the world and its scum. Not just the scum, but the unproductive and reformed criminals as well. Those who had acted in evil once, or had never made an effort to stop the wrongs committed before them. Then only the good, lawful persons would be left. The world would be righteous, thoroughly cleansed. Kami's era.
Mikami looked at his watch. It was surely getting late. The sun had disappeared to the horizon. Yet there was still much to be done. He turned swiftly and returned to his writing.
"Delete..."
Another oneshot. Mikami was always a cool guy in my books. He thinks a lot like Light, maybe way too much like Light. I think it turned out pretty well, nothing like reading the manga to provoke creative reactions eh? Anyways, two main update still on the way. This jst felt like something nice to randomly drabble on about. Thanks for reading, viewers! :)