Author's Note: This one is from Near's perspective, just in case you couldn't tell, and "you" is Mello.
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Disclaimer: Last I checked, there've been no freak accidents and chains of luck that led to me owning Death Note. Therefore, still don't.
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"I am to be the god of the new world!"
To hear what Kira called himself, what Mikami called Kira, you would've snapped. Snapped, and the force of it all would've brought everything else down with you.
You'd say God is so much more than any mere human could ever be, but that was always misguided of you, to believe what they told you about that and nothing else. I say that's only because we humans are god- we siphon it all out of ourselves, distill it into this, make it into something animal again. Oh God, save me from myself.
Suck the life out of me, give it to this, make it into something processed again. It is so much easier without the human instincts.
I suppose I can understand what you believed better now, but it still confuses me.
They always said I was different, though. You were too, but only through virtue of being so much the world couldn't hold you, and twisting you into a monster was the only thing acceptable.
Such a sob story, we were, we are.
I've never sobbed. Not once, but I've watched you. You play at being cold like I am, but you're just excessive, aren't you?
I loved you when I couldn't understand you-
too bad that's gone, you're so rotten, you're destroyed.
It's like your God, your violence, your control. It distills the danger into something more concrete, something that can be worshipped or carried out or lorded over people you're secretly so afraid of.
…And I have my toys. It's my way of playing God.
You and I, we have something in common. We need control, but for such different reasons- you because you've never had it, I because I always have.
Not to mislead you, not that it's easy-
why do I think to you? You're dead.
Glory eternal. Kleos aphthiton. You always knew God has no place for you- the delicious taste of unreality that things out of dreams give you is all you have. Had. Like your life.
And here I am, sitting on the floor, playing and playing and listening and thinking and-
my dolls are your guns.
I have to say, I have never wished that I could've let you beat Kira instead. I don't like losing. Same as L.
At least you had that one parallel to him, in death. The death itself.
Maybe this is what it was like for you, thousands of voices in a few seconds. Overloading, overthinking, overheating.
I wonder if I'm still holding everything in.
…I am. Good.
And now I won. It must've been hell for you. So close that any deviation will always be worlds too far away.
But the blood on the floor now is Kira's, he's at our mercy, and I'll say I'm avenging you.
"You're nothing more than a murderer, and now you're in our hands. You have lost, and I'm not sorry."
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On a lighter note, you just lost the game.