Here is the third chapter. We'll get more into plot I think. Oh, and thank you for those reviews! I know I didn't get many yet, but I've gotten a lot of watchers and stuff, too! That means a bunch! It's exciting! Anyway, let's continue. All disclaimers are on the first two chapters which you really should read first, neh?

Light breathed a sigh of relief. The sun was caressing the horizon warmly, glistening away from sight. It was finally time to leave. Just to make sure, his eyes traveled toward the clock. Four minutes was his official time to leave.

His office was the place where people submitted their problems or where he was the first to hear about crimes under investigation. But today it was quiet; no news reached him. The perfect world was in perfect order. At least from what he knew of it. This, for now, was fine with him.

The new God pushed himself away from the desk and stood up straight. His back cracked with the faintest 'pop'. Ryuk's head snapped around to see if Light was doing anything that would be of any interest to him but he was poorly mistaken. The ex-detective reached out for his coat and covered himself, pulling the collar over his neck for warmth. "Coming, Ryuk?" he questioned. It was more of a beacon saying, "We're leaving now," instead of an actual question. The Shinigami caught onto this quickly, wings unfolding from his back as he followed suit out the door. Light turned, locking it securely. There wasn't anything of real importance in there but he preferred to lock it. If anyone tried to get in, they'd have to unlock it. He'd know if they were there. It's always useful to know if someone has been intruding upon your things. It could be a sign of being watched, he told himself with a not-so-fond memory bubbling up. It was dismissed immediately.

Light walked home, taking the normal, every-day routine of buying an apple for Ryuk, smiling and waving at his many adoring followers, not forgetting to take a left on Tsuki Street, and finally pushing his way through bundles of flowers to get to his door. It was a small building almost but he used if for many purposes. The living part of the home was in the upper floors while work related offices were found on the lower levels. Upon opening his door, he found a myriad of maids standing in a long queue. They bent their waists and bowed low to him murmuring, "Welcome home, Kira-sama."

He chuckled lightly, making a few blush. "I told you all that you didn't have to work so late," he cooed, making a few look up and make eye contact. They melted when he looked at them boldly.

"Ah, but Kira-sama, we love to work for you!" spoke one. She was originally from Germany. Her long, blond hair spilled in curls over her chest neatly and her pale, blue eyes glimmered with joy at Light's appearance. Her accent was as thick as her love for him but just like her love, Light managed to pick through it. She seemed embarrassed about her sudden outburst.

"As you wish," he replied, waving them off and moving toward the stairs. He gave an especially sweet look to the German maid before sweeping up the stairs gracefully. Her eyes followed him until he was out of sight. The maids all looked at her, squealing with delight.

"That was so amazing that I'm not even as jealous as I should be! Did you see the way Kira-sama looked at you? He must take a fancy to beautiful foreign girls!" one cheered, lightly punching the frozen German girl. She broke a smile, shuddering in delight.

Light reached his room. It was spacious yet confined. It had a desk, closet to fit papers, folders and bins, a bed, a computer and a bookshelf. His bed was opposite to the window and the desk was next to the bed opposite the door. He had set it up himself and felt rather comfortable in it most of the time. Tonight, however, an eerily cold breeze set itself over the room and made his lungs solid.

Ryuk noticed how tense he was and smiled devilishly, "Is it that girl? Do you like her, Light? Huh? Are you into foreign girls with gold hair?" He teased the human to no end. The black Death God sighed heavily when Light didn't reply much less seem to hear him at all. His eyes were staring distantly out the window, fixated on absolute nothingness within a never ending void. Then, with a small groan, he left the room to chase the unsuspecting women around the house.

I wonder if you're resting peacefully, Ryuzaki. It must be hard watching Kira be God on Earth. You've impressed me and many times outdone me. For that, I suppose the least I can do is hope you're doing alright in the afterlife, Light thought. He was aware of what he was thinking because he was analyzing each word carefully. He didn't care this time. It was safe, even healthy, that he let the stress go. Even if it was within the barriers of his own skull. "Ryuzaki…" Light sighed aloud. It was a fake name, he knew, but it was the one he grew most attached to.

His eyes grew heavy, his vision blurry, and his thoughts slowly became as scrambled as a group of children playing tag. They were all over the place and, at time, off the wall. He finally stripped of most clothing and slipped under his sheets. The coldness did not leave, even under here, but he drifted into a sleep carelessly.

"Light-kun…"

After what seemed like hours, Light snapped up, eyes flying around the room. Who said that? It defiantly wasn't Ryuk. Where was he anyway? Why was he worried?

The coldness was upon him like a blanket of snow now. Gripping his arms and rubbing them for warmth, he moved out of bed and dressed quickly. His door was flung open and his feet carried him down stairs. The maids had left and everything was silent. It was still… unmoving and lifeless. It was an odd lifelessness, though. It was as if time had stopped and the order of life ceased moving completely.

"Light-kun!"

He gasped, spinning around. Nothing. No one. But he didn't believe that. Sensing something, somewhere, he began to reluctantly search the house for a living organism of any kind. Light found nothing. He wasn't satisfied with this. The God flipped over furniture, tossed dishes aside and tore up whatever he could to find the source of this voice.

A realization suddenly swallowed him and filled him with dread. Testing this, he slammed a cabinet shut.

Just as he thought… Just as he feared.

No noise.

Light's hand shakily moved away from the small door. Had he died in his sleep? Had he been assassinated only to wake up in limbo?

With this thought going through his head, he turned to see everything he had tampered with was back to its original place. It was as though he was never there. Maybe it was because he never really was? No, this couldn't be… could it?

"Ryuk!" he shouted, "Ryuk! Where are you?!"

Light's eyes dilated with frustration and fear. He ran back upstairs into his room in search for the Death God. He slipped slightly in his rush but managed to conquer the stairs, burst down the hall and knock his bedroom door open and nearly off of its hinges. He knew right away that Ryuk wasn't there but what he noticed even quicker than that was that his window was open.

Hadn't it been closed?

Light moved toward it carefully before placing his fingers over the rim and shutting it closed. A small 'click' and it was locked. Incompetent maids. Didn't they realize he was cold?

His fears, oddly enough, calmed and he turned around to face his bed.

He did not face his bed.

In fact, Light was facing a pair of deep, emotionless eyes. Only a moment had to pass for everything to register in his brain. Pupils shrinking and mouth opened to his jaw's fullest extent, he let out a roar of horror. He fell back, grabbing the window and attempting to open it. His mind was blind with shock, forgetting that he had only just locked it.

"Light-kun… Please, look at me…"