A/N: I just got back from vacation down south, so you can expect some more updates! Yay! My previous offer of the plot holem sadly, is withdrawn. Upon further inspection, I found out that there was no plot hole at all. Very sorry to anyone who's hopes got up. However, maybe you guys can answer me this: When Light returned the original Death Note to Shidoh, what Death Note was in the safe that Aizawa carried to the warehouse? Shouldn't there have been only Mikami's notebook left?

I do not own Death Note. If I did, Near would have died of AIDS before he could enact his plan.

Light, also known as Kira, also known to many as God himself, sat in his chair in the building that had once been the headquarters for L's investigation. It had been about two years since the fall of the SPK and the remaining members of L's task force and the world at large had accepted Kira. The only countries that didn't were either countries that had corrupt governments (for obvious reasons) or countries that were so unstable that a single leader didn't hold power long enough to recognize him.

However, he was quite bored. With no L or Near, or even a Mello to throw a wrench in the gears, all he did was write names into the Note. This was fine, of course, but every so often he would get a cramp or carpal tunnel which would prevent him from writing his daily five pages of criminals. Mikami would always take up the burden to make sure that Kira's punishments were up to quota, but this left Light with not much to do.

He decided to go visit some old friends.

He walked through the streets of the town that he called home, taking in the atmosphere of his world. Some people were very happy, with huge smiles on their faces wherever they walked. They were the true Kira believers. Light held these people close to him, for they were his new family, ever since his mother had been killed in a drunk driving accident. The driver didn't even get out of his car before he was judged, for No-one attacks the family of God. The faithful had formed churches to Kira, going once a week to pray for the continued winnowing of the wicked. Every so often, Light would go to see how his sheep were behaving. Usually, it was alright, but every so often some fool would get up, claiming he was Kira. Light always carried around Death Note pages for these people. Dying at the podium was always a surefire way to disprove your theory.

Others walked around, carrying on with life as normal. These were people who didn't fall to either the worshipers or the haters, taking in the advantage of a crime free world and living a calm life. Light for the most part liked these people. They were unlikely to commit crime and were the most balanced of the groups that had formed in his reign. People in this group were quiet about the goings on of the world, focusing instead on stocks and business.

Finally, there was the third group. The Anti-Kira Front, as they called themselves. Light was ready to take them on like he had dealt with L and Near at first, but shortly realized that they were no real threat. They had no genius to lead them and every attempt they made to find out who Kira was ended in death for them. In this group were the remnants of the old world, police officers who refused to accept Kira's justice, people who wanted Kira's power for themselves and all manner of criminals. Light looked on these people with scorn, for they were nowhere near smart enough to challenge him. If he so chose, he could annihilate them all in a week. He didn't for the sole reason that Kira only killed criminals, not people with dissenting opinions.

As Light walked down the cobblestone path to his goal, the flowers on the trees fell from their leaves and floated through the air, as if to decorate the God of the New World with their beauty. He took one of them out of the air and looked at it in his hand, as though it held the secrets of existence. He likened it to the brevity of human life, dropped it and continued walking.

The cobblestone path took him through a small cluster of houses. As he looked around, he saw the fruits of his labor before him. All the windows were open, even though some of the houses were empty. Doors were unlocked and all signs of a trusting people were present. His purification of the world had brought back the old days of giddy innocence and bliss. For once that day, Light smiled. He really did have the right idea about what people wanted after all.

He wondered what L would say to this.

Light finally arrived at his destination. The graveyard. Buried here were all the members of the task force, the SPK and even L. Light had made sure that they were all buried together. The subsequent deaths of a few undertakers 23 days later went unnoticed by the general populace.

As he walked around the stones, thoughts of the past came into his mind.

I'm just saying people who find salvation in Kira, I can understand them.

"Matsuda, you had the beginnings of understanding in you. If you had acted differently, maybe you wouldn't have had to die."

Light, I'll be honest. I went to talk to Near.

"Aizawa. You thought to oppose me when I neared my victory and you were punished for it. You were too weak to go against me."

Light, I still have the shinigami eyes. Ryuk told me that I cannot see the lifespan of someone who has a Death Note. You are not Kira.

I'm glad.

"At least you died happy, father. If you had lived, maybe you would have seen my justice for the truth it is."

We will not die. Mikami has been using one page a day, every day. I switched the page for today with a regular piece of paper.

"Near, you utter fool. You had no right to wear L's mask. When you fell, I crushed it with my feet, just like I crushed you. I admit, you almost had me, but in the end, victory was mine."

I would be sad if Light is Kira because...

Light is my first friend

"Ryuuga, Ryuzaki... L."

For a while, Light just stared at the stone. He couldn't really think of anything to say to L's grave. Nothing that would sum up both the admiration and the hatred he held towards the late detective.

"We had a good run L. You just underestimated me, is all."

Liiiiiiiiight!!!

"Good riddance, Misa. You were an annoyance I'm glad to be without." Misa's life had come to a tragic end at the bottom of a river. Light didn't need her anymore and even having her forget about the Death Note did nothing to squelch her emotions.

Light, you are the only man I've ever respected. And you're Kira to, this is wonderful!

"Takada, you were a different kind of woman. Maybe if you hadn't gotten yourself caught, you could still be alive today."

Finished with his human counterparts, Light turned his face to the sky.

I know exactly how long she will live. If she dies before that, I will know it was you and I will kill you.

"Rem, you were a useful tool. It's a shame that you had to threaten me."

Give me the Note back

Light couldn't help but let out a laugh at this one. That fool shinigami hadn't even bothered to check if the Note Light handed back was real. Light imagined the look on Shidoh's face when he realized he had not taken any more life for himself and started falling apart. Ryuk had confirmed his death. Being a god-killer was something that Light was very proud of.

As he turned out of the graveyard and headed home, Light felt the cramp in his hand starting to ease up. It was time to remove some more of the criminal element.