WARNING: Will contain yaoi in later chapters.

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January 28th, 2011

8:20 PM

"MIKAMI!" Light screamed out in pain as he laid on the floor. He slowly brought himself to his hands and knees as the blood spilled from his side. "What are you doing? Help me!" Light continued, "Write their names down! Kill them! Kill them...That's your job...What are you doing?!"

Mikami looked at the man with anger building on his face. It was all happening, it was all unfolding in this very warehouse. Near and the others watched as all truth was revealed, "How could I write their names down...in a situation like this...and with a fake notebook..." Mikami said in broken anger until he screamed out the truth.

"YOU'RE NOT GOD!" Mikami shook his head as he continued, "What the hell is this? Look what you've gotten me into. You're no God, you're just...Scum."

Light looked up at the man and furrowed his brows, he was dying and his servant wasn't playing his part. "Damn you!" hissed Light as venom seemed to seep from his words.

Mikami opened his eyes as he watched the door across the room close behind the figures who just stepped into the brightly lit room. The cuffs that bound Teru's wrists were tight as usual and the calluses remained visible on his pale skin. The smaller, center figure made it's way to the seat that was across from Mikami.

As he sat, his position seemed odd, uncomfortable to most as Teru's eyes just watched him lifelessly. How many days had it been? Months? Teru had lost count. It had been so long since he had seen daylight. It seemed the plan had taken longer then they both intended.

"January 28th" Said the young boy as he stared at Teru, waiting for a response. There was none as the boy continued, "The date is January 28th, 2011." Mikami looked at the boy, now concentrating on him fully. "A year?" Asked Mikami as the boy nodded.

"Hard to believe, isn't it?" Asked the pale child as Mikami narrowed his eyes slightly. He was slowly slipping away; madness threatening to take him over, but then again, perhaps madness was all that was left of him. "You think he's really going to come back for you?" Asked the boy as Mikami said bitterly. "The Death Note is here. He has no choice."

"It amazes me how he slipped out of that situation. We didn't even realize it wasn't him until the autopsy." Said the boy as Mikami returned with a callus response. "God knew he wouldn't have been safe in that warehouse."

The boy narrowed his eyes before speaking, "We've been over this time and time again, Mikami. The theory works well, but the rules make no sense." Said the boy as he twirled a piece of his white hair around his index finger. "His name was written in the shinigami's notebook. We saw it letter for letter. It was spelled correctly and the man that was in the warehouse died, but that man was not Light Yagami. He was not Kira."

"No, you're right. He was not God." Said Mikami as he took in a deep breath and let out a dramatic sigh. This was all he ever did for the past year. Withstand these people's torture and Near's obsession in finding out where the real Kira was. Near was baffled at how Light did it. How he setup that whole event in the warehouse.

"Even if that impostor did share the same name with Light...He should have still been affected. He should have still died. An impostor was pointless. His name was written in the Death Note...You can't hide from a name." Said Near and Mikami smirked and replied, "If you're theory is true then you have nothing to fear. God is dead and you are the last person with the Death Note. So why keep me here? You've had me for a year now. Why don't you kill me?"

"Because, you know where he really is. You know where Light is hiding." Said Near as he leaned forward and Mikami smirked, "A year later and my God finally gave me a sign last night. He came back for me...and the Death Note."

Near looked at Mikami in confusion as he asked, "What do you mean?"

Mikami let out a small chuckle as he looked over at the agent who stood on the right side of Near. "I never officially gave up ownership of my Death Note...Therefore, I never lost my Shinigami eyes." Said Teru as he smiled at the male agent.

"Ryo Katsuhiko. 8:25PM on January 28th, 2011. Dies after pulling his armed weapon on Nate River." Said Mikami as his smirk turned into a twisted one. Near's eyes widened, Mikami's mind was as dark and corrupted as Kira himself.

Near shook off the feeling of fear as he spoke in fake confidence, "There is no possible way you could have obtained any part of that Death Note, it is the last one left; therefore you cannot kill me, Teru Mikami." He spoke the full name in disgust.

Teru let out a dark chuckle as his eyes darkened. This boy was far too naïve for his own good, if only he knew the miracles God could do. Teru's twisted smirk remained on his face; all he had to do know was wait. Wait for God. Wait to be free and serve under God's rule; he would be back in God's good graces. Kira truly was merciful.

"What time is it?" Asked Mikami as Near remained silent, bringing the agent's hand at his side and pulling it in front of his own face; gazing at the watch on the man's arm. He let the arm swing back to the agent as Near smirked, "It's 8:26" Said Near as he shook his head in disappointment at Teru's lack of comprehension anymore.

Mikami let out a small, amused chuckle as he glanced up at the agent. "You're watch is fast." Said Mikami as Near let out a frustrated sigh and he replied, "All right, let's try to get back on topic, Mikami. Just answer me this. If this is all true. The man was an impostor because Light knew something would go down, they shared the same name or he wrote the impostors name on his own few sheets of death note to play out the warehouse incident correctly...If that is all true. Then how did he not die when his name was written in the Death Note."

Mikami watched as the agent at Near's side seemed to act stiff. His hazel eyes desolate as his hand moved towards his side. Mikami smiled as he watched the other agent on the other side of Near walk away from the boy and make her way behind Teru.

Near looked at the female in confusion, "Miyuki?' Near called out the agents name in confusion as Teru replied, "Here's the secret. A name is merely something we are given on documentation. We are not born with this name tattooed to use permanently, no...We have the ability to change it."

The male agent still at Near's side pulled out his gun and cocked the pistol as he pressed the barrel against the boys head. Near's eyes widened in fear as Mikami's face showed ultimate victory. This was all part of the plan. All this time, all this waiting, and Mikami was able to sit through it patiently, still holding a piece of raw sanity in his brain. Near couldn't believe it, he had been out played.

"Sakujo," Teru whispered as the female agent behind him began to undo his cuffs and the trigger was pulled.

The room was silent before the trigger was pulled. The blast lasted only a mere second as the blood shot from Near's head. Near's pale face stayed in his shocked expression as the lifeless body fell to the floor near the side of the chair. A pool of blood seeped around the small head, staining the snow-white hair.

Teru stood from his chair and rubbed his slightly irritated wrists. He smirked down at the corpse of the boy in front of him, "You can never defeat God." He said as he stepped in the, now large, pool of blood and crouched down, careful as to not stain his clothes with the boy's filthy blood. Teru stuck his hand in the pocket of Near's white pants and pulled out a key card. He would need this for his next step. Teru stood from his position and started to walk out of the room. He opened the door and looked back to see both the agents already dead from heart attacks. Mikami smirked before closing the door, pocketing the card and briskly walking to his next destination.

He glanced around the dull hallway to find a black door with a stair sign in front of it. Teru hurried down the staircase, he needed to be quick if he wanted to live.

Teru reached the next floor and quickly exited the stairwell. He glanced around the area and realized there were no patrol men within the hall. Teru brushed his hair back with one of his hands in a nervous manner as he paced quickly toward the hallway.

The man's simple white t-shirt and loose pair of black sweats made it obvious to the eye that while he had been held captive, his attire had gone from formal to informal. Mikami reached a large door that required the card once again. Teru quickly swiped it and soon entered the room where he saw God's ultimate tool. The lawyer's brown eyes gazed at the Death Note in awe as it was incased on a glass stand in the middle of the room.

Teru made his way to the case and examined it closely, it was locked and needed a password of numbers to be punched in. Teru shook his head, knowing it would be near impossible to think of the correct password. Breaking the case wasn't an option either, seeing as the glass was bullet proof.

"Okay...think Teru, think." whispered Mikami as he backed away from the case, closed his eyes and pondered over the possibilities. 'Most likely the only person who had rights to touch this was Near. Meaning the password would be something Near created.' Thought Teru as he took a step forward and looked at the number of spaces available on the password screen.

"Eight spaces," Whispered Teru, thinking back on the possibilities. 'Numbers...Meaning they could range from a security code to a banking number...to a-' Mikami stopped his thoughts as he reached for the pad and inhaled deeply, entering a code.

"01282010" Mikami whispered to himself.

ACESS GRANTED, the screen read as the case opened. Teru smiled at his victory as he took hold of the Death Note and said out loud. "The day you thought you defeated God, but you fell into his plan."

Teru tucked the Death Note securely at his side, holding it firmly, as he hastily started his trek up the stairs once more. After two flights, Teru picked up his pace, running faster up the stairs, hurrying to exit the facility where he had been kept for a year. Three more long flights of stairs and Teru finally came to the door he was looking for; It was a hatch of some sort. It laid in the roof and you needed to climb a small ladder to be able to get out.

Teru, who was breathing rather harshly at this point, hurried up the ladder, and opened the hatch, climbing out of it. It was already mostly dark, and Teru's eyes adjusted quickly to the dim light. He didn't have time to take in his surroundings before sprinting forward as an incredibly loud blast shot through the air.

Mikami was propelled forward; landing chest first into the sand as the shock waves from the blast knocked him over. After a few moments the area was quiet once more. Teru got up slowly; his face and arms slightly scratched from the impact and his ears ringing from the loud sound.

Teru continued to walk in a forced straight direction, seeing the ocean not far from where he stood. He was obviously off the coast of somewhere, but where exactly remained unknown to him. He glanced up at the moon and took a deep breath. He was finally able to breathe fresh air. He was out of his cell and his feet traveled across the sand quickly until he reached the edge of the shore.

Mikami looked around for any type of sign of a figure. But nothing was to be found. Rocks all around him as the ocean waves came to his feet, wetting his feet and the sand. "God?" Mikami called out and looked around in slight fear. As Mikami was about to head towards a pile of large rocks, his legs gave out on him, causing him to fall into the sand.

His body was shaking and weak from all the adrenaline and forceful actions he had to pursue going up those flight of stairs. He knew his body was not as fit as it used to be. He was weak from lack of food and proper care.

Mikami continued to lay there, gripping onto the wet sand underneath him, letting him feel nature between his fingers. Mikami rested the side of his face on the sand, but let his breathing come to a stop as he heard sand rustle in front of him, coming from the rocks.

Mikami raised his head slightly, seeing a pair of white, boot-styled designer shoes in front of him. He brought himself to his hands and knees as he looked up and caught sight of him; God.

"You truly are loyal." Whispered Light as he stared at Mikami with a victorious smile. All because of this lawyer's patience, they have beaten Near. A year of the man's loyalty and this is what Mikami had to show for it. The death of God's worst enemy and the Death Note at his side.

Mikami was in shock to hear God's voice, let alone see him. It had been so long since Teru had laid eyes on his idol. Teru quickly pulled out the Death Note and raised it in his hands, offering the notebook to Light.

Light smiled as he took the Death Note and slipped it inside his jacket before zipping the coat so in clung to his body. He then focused on Mikami's eyes as he brought his hand down and pulled some of Teru's untamed hair out of his eyes so he could see the man's face better. Mikami stared into Light's eyes, waiting for anything as a soft smile came over the younger man's face. God was smiling at him, affectionately.

"You poor thing, putting your life on hold just to make my plans work and bring me one step closer to becoming the God of the next world." Said Light as his sepia eyes took in the pathetic sight of Mikami. The once dignified appearance of the lawyer was now shattered to a pathetic image of an abused man with ragged clothing, scarred up tissue and filthy hair.

As materialistic as Light may have appeared in his well dressed outfit, he did not see Mikami any less of what he was. A precious gift that would follow him until Teru's very last breath escaped him. Yes, he truly was loyal. "You have made me very happy, Mikami." Said Light as Mikami's hands clutched the sand tighter, a shocked expression on his face.

God was happy because of him; All because of him. Teru couldn't stop the realization running through his mind as he took in the appearance of his God. The young man had only aged a year since the last time Mikami saw him, but his appearance had changed drastically. Instead of the usual suits he always used to wear he was dressed in the latest trend of clothing for young males in Japan.

A simple pair of tight black slacks, but his shirt and jacket were adorned with top fashion brand logos. metal pieces and very small clear gems placed accurately through out the shirt, giving it that hip scene that so many teenagers seemed to wear nowadays. A black thin scarf wrapped around his neck and draped to his stomach; the scarf was more meant for an accessory rather then anything else. A metallic thread was noticeable throughout the scarf that made it shine and flash as much as his shirt and jacket did.

Light's once clean and trimmed hair cut had been grown out. His bangs parted to the side so one eye was visible to the public while the other was hidden behind his thick brown locks. His hair was layered and feathered, all of his bangs and side pieces of hair remaining straight while the longest pieces of hair had a faint wave to it due to hair products.

Teru couldn't deny the fact that Light appeared as if he was the typical heart throb teenager trying to pass off in the rock scene. It made sense to Teru, God could no longer keep with his original appearance, just in case he were to run into an old enemy. Light's once god-like, business man appearance had converted to this slightly feminine-rock appearance that made Light's age hard to pinpoint. Even in this attire any mortal female would fall head over heels for him. He truly was Godly.

Mikami finally stopped gripping the sand that lay underneath him. He breathed in deeply trying to compose himself; he didn't want to seem pathetic in front of God, though he felt unworthy to be in his glorious presence. Mikami kept his head lowered to the moist sand below him; he was unsure of what to do…to say in God's presence.

Suddenly Teru saw a pale hand reach out and lift his chin upwards. Mikami's face rose and his obsidian eyes met the eyes of God. Mikami was shocked, and even though he didn't show it in his face, his eyes said it all. "Come, Mikami. Let's get you cleaned up." Light said as he dropped the hand from Teru's chin and held it out to him, to help him up.

Mikami looked at the hand in front of him. God's hand. Was it a sin to touch God? Teru wondered slightly, but when the hand made a small motion for him to hurry slightly, Mikami decided to take the offer. Mikami's hand was still bigger than Light's; his finger's were long, like a musicians, and his skin was paler than Light's due to lack of sunlight.

Light's grip around Mikami's hand tightened as he helped the man to his feet, watching as Mikami rose to his full height, passing Light by a mere few inches. Mikami felt his legs wobble, but he tried his best to get a firm grip on them, not to look pathetic in front of God.

"Can you walk?" Asked Light, making sure it was all right to let go of Teru's hand. Teru nodded his head and replied, "Yes, my Lord."

Light smirked at the reference he was given. The man still saw him as his only God. Mikami felt Light's hand slip away as Light lead the way across the sandy shore. "Once we get you cleaned up and alter your record files we'll presume where we left off." Said Light as Teru glanced down at God, waiting for him to continue.

"Now that Near is out of the way, there is no one who can stop me. The world has been waiting for Kira to return...And we'll let them know that I am still passing righteous judgement on everyone." Light finished as that confident smile reached his lips as he peered out in front of him. The two continued to walk along the shore as the building that once stood was destroyed and lit into flames.

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