Light Yagami sat in a throne of gold above his people, the ones who loved him, and the ones who feared him.

He didn't wear a crown on his head but he bore the mark of God, a K tattooed across his chest.

His queen, how he loathed the word, sat in a throne not nearly as large as his of white gold.

She didn't talk as much as she used to. Nor was she as perky, or as clingy. The new world was good for her.

He couldn't say the same for himself. He was bored. The day his plans succeeded and Near died was the beginning of the boredom that was familiar to a time so many years ago.

There was no remedy for the boredom this time. Before, the Death Note came to him; L came to him.

L.

Weird, annoying, too perspective, on his level, gorgeous L. Light missed that boy with everything he had.

If L had never come into the picture there was a chance that he would have gotten bored with killing criminals too, and stopped. L came though, and it caused a domino effect like none other.

L used Lind L. Tailor and that chase began, a deadly chase to the finish.

But slowly, oh so slowly, that chase changed. Yes, they were still fighting each other with everything they had, but it was different. They weren't fighting for their lives anymore they were fighting for something much more valuable, their hearts.

Light forgot, though. He was put into a cell, and he forgot. He forgot that he wrote in the Death Note religiously (two hours and thirty minutes a night after studying for three). He forgot the pleasure he got from punishing the criminals who deserved it (they didn't though, he realized much too late). He forgot that he was Kira, God of the new world (and he became Light Yagami).

He didn't forget, however, that he sometimes looked over at the black haired man while he was working (L acted like he didn't notice but Light knew he did, not because he was a genius but, because somehow he knew L, even if he didn't know his real name). He didn't forget how intently he would watch L when he would eat something (an event that was all too common). He didn't forget how hard he blushed when L tied the cherry stem with his tongue (such a skilled tongue).

Light remembered opening his eyes in a jail cell. He didn't remember, and so he was sure he wasn't Kira.

When he was let out, when the Gods were merciful (or maybe just one with wild raven hair) and he was chained to L, he blushed internally, and made a snappy remark about what people would think if they went outside like that. L blinked at him with mirror eyes like he didn't get what Light-kun was talking about. Light glared and refused to talk to him for the rest of the day.

Light could still remember their first kiss, even through so many maybes, and almosts.

"It's five in the morning, Ryuzaki, why do you need cake now?" Light complained as L merrily took another bite of the strawberry cake.

"Would you prefer I woke you up at three, Light-kun? That could most certainly be arranged."

Light groaned. "You know that's not what I meant, Ryuzaki."

L shrugged delicately. "How am I expected to know what Light-kun is thinking?"

And yet when Light pressed his lips against L's, he didn't seem too surprised.

Light felt his lips curve into a smile at the memory.

"Light-kun? It's time for your speech?" Misa's voice was nowhere as happy as it used to be. Maybe the new world wasn't as good for her as he thought. Why didn't he notice before?

"Yes," he said, and brought himself out of his throne, the smile dropping off his face, "I suppose it is that time." He walked to the edge of the platform a hundred yards above his people, the ones who loved him, and the ones who feared him. "I am God," was his custom greeting, but it was not the greeting he said today.

"I am Kira."

Maybe it was to finally repent for all the lives he stole. Or maybe some part of him knew L was watching.

Some gasped—presumably the children who were seeing their God for the first time—some prayed (either to him or to the God they actually believed in), but most stayed quiet. No one cheered as they used to, but none booed either.

His people were terrified of the God (a God who was all too human) with the ability to kill, and the woman with the eyes to enable him.

Kira didn't die that day; no he died a long time ago with a white haired boy with uncanny semblance to an angel.

Light Yagami fell when the bullet pierced his skin, he was sure, so sure, that there were no more weapons.

"L."

L Lawliet died in Light Yagami's arms. Light Yagami considered himself lucky to die in the presence of L Lawliet's ghost.

"Yes, Light-kun?"

"L, I love you."

"I know."

"I'm Kira."

"I know."


This took me ages. I know it's not very long, or very good.