AN: Yay for character development! Well, I believe I am going to try to actually finish this story. It would be very refreshing for me. I do like this plot, but you know, easier said than done, right? Chapters should be getting longer as the story progresses, I hope. Well, enjoy this for now!
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The King was exhausted.

After riding through the villages from sunrise to sunset, his majesty immediately stumbled onto his throne at the end of his elegant main ballroom, decorated with satin fuchsia curtains and marble tiles . To both sides of the main ballroom, there were doors leading to a dining hall, a bar, and other sources of entertainment to the King's liking for events such as parties. All was decorated in a dark blood colored tone, with some blue to offset its color. King Kira never seemed to tire of the blush red embellishment. But no one questioned it.

His escorts followed quickly behind him, slowly filling into the hall and patiently awaited the next order. There was an awkward silence.

"Hmm, I am feeling a bit thirsty…"sounded King Kira's voice, breaking the calm.

As if on cue, a young woman quickly came from the dining area with a silver tray carrying a pitcher and glass. Her blonde ponytails bounced as she hurried nervously towards his throne.

"H-Here you go your majesty!"

"Ah, water."

He took the pitcher and poured himself a glass, then tipped it back until the water was all gone. After a moment, he set the glass back down on the tray still being held by his main maid and housekeeper and shooed her away without a thank you.

"I need time to myself, everyone out -now."

At the sound of his strong voice, all that accompanied him in the ballroom scattered out of the castle while his other servants who had come out to greet him hurried up a large staircase to busy themselves with other chores.

It was only then King Kira was able to be Light.

Just Light Yagami, not the King that everyone in his castle feared, knowing he had a strange power that enabled him to kill anyone he wished. Although he mainly killed petty criminals and a majority of the citizens were fine with that, all everyone knew was that as soon as someone would speak out against his ruling, they would either be found dead or at least missing the next day, never to be seen again. The people were not very educated, so it was not like anyone could simply deduce what was occurring. There were some individuals who truly thought what he was doing was right, but many others were too frightened to act on any way other than what his majesty wanted.

In fact, many were more so in fear than they were happy.

King Kira let out a deep sigh as he walked slowly to one of the large glass windows shining the remaining light of day into the ballroom, dragging his felt cape in the process. He adjusted his embezzled golden crown, pushing his bangs out of sight and watched silently as the sun started to sink below the green hills in the distance and feeling a sense of calm. Yes, the King was satisfied with the way his kingdom was presently.

But was Light happy?

He could not shake off the feeling of derealisation, like he was not completely there in the moment. The same things would happen every single day, unchanging. Orders here, a barked order there. Sometimes he felt a bit of guilt knowing the way he associated with his guards, but immediately would shake it off and embrace the fact that he was King, and it was his duty as a King to essentially give the orders to keep the kingdom of his father's in order, and that is what kept him strong, what filled him with pride and accomplishment. So what if he was rude? So what if he enforced himself and was assertive? It shouldn't matter; no one should question the King's manners in the first place.

But was Light happy?

The question always came back into his mind, and would slowly slink back into his subconscious until the next time it decided to resurface. Light Yagami…a name no one dared called him due to the informality in voice. It was always "your majesty" or "King Kira" or even "our savior." He did believe he was the citizens' savior, so why should he feel anything but happy? He has everything and everything he ever wanted; a castle, riches, followers, a whole kingdom for god sakes, and even is able to carry out his dream of a kingdom free from evil.

Still, there was something missing.

The King paced back and forth across the window, deep in thought. He did this every evening, along with devising his next plans for action to maintain order afterwards, thinking at least three steps ahead.

Too bad, no one around here would ever discuss ideas with me. Hell, they hardly look at me, nor would they understand. They could never understand. All just a bunch of fools.

He didn't notice the sun had already gone completely from the sky, and the moon instead shone in its place among bright stars. His majesty stared at the moon in wonder of what awaited him, if anything awaited him at all. Can't the moon tell him anything at all?

Unknowing to the King, the same man who denied his ways looked up into the same moon, wondering when his life would change as well.

Well, nothing else to do but wait and see…

AN: Reviews? It would mean a lot to see what people think~