I'd actually intended on this being a serious and dramatic 'fic. Where did all the Crackfics come from?

Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note.

Most humans, as much as they may deny it, fear death.

Not when casually asked during a social gathering. When you're calm, it doesn't sound scary at all.

But when gasping for air and feeling blood pouring out of freshly-made gapes in your body, it's difficult to not find it terrifying. Only strong people can honestly say, as the adrenaline pumps through their body and their heart speeds into double pace, that they aren't afraid.

Light was strong.

Of course he was strong. Gods aren't weak. Mass-murderer's aren't weak, at least when they're content with what they're doing. He was never weak, not from the day he was born.

He wasn't afraid.

When picking up the Death Note all those years ago, he had been ready. When pressing the pen down to the page to curve the letter's of the first name, he had been ready. When he had screamed out as he crashed to the ground upon seeing Ryuk for the first time, he had been ready. Albeit a little startled.

You don't declare yourself God of the new world if you aren't willing to die for that title. A title he only held for those short years...

Such a pity. There was so much he could have done. So much more to be achieved.

But it wasn't to be.

The name he had worked so hard for was to be stripped from him.

All those people, dead. And for what? Dying on a dirtied staircase?

Yes, it was for a better world. Yes, it was to cleanse the world of evil.

But why was it to fall apart so quickly?

Wasn't the entire world's peace enough to prove that Kira was righteous?

Why were there still people who believed the innocent living in fear for no reason was better than those who deserved punishment dying?

It didn't make sense.

Light's chest heaved again, breathing becoming more painful with each gasp.

'This wasn't meant to happen.'

The beating of his chest pounded heavier, harder than before. Each movement felt like knives, stabbing the inside of his chest, desperately trying to burst free.

'It wasn't supposed to end like this.'

Yet, he had known it. He had felt it from the beginning. That this was the only way it could be. That this was the only possible ending.

And it terrified him.

Thirty-seven...

But not the death. In any other case, dying would have come as a relief.

Thirty-eight...

Light Yagami did not fear death.

Thirty-nine...

Dying wasn't a problem, and never had been.

Fourty.

Ironic, really. That the final thing to kill him would be the same murdering-method he had used countless times. A taste of his own, disgusting medicine. His signature move, dealt by a God.

But this time a God of Death.

'I don't want to lose.'

Had it not been for the atychiphobia, the death might had been amusing for more than one tired God.

But maybe it was nice to know it would be the last time he would have to endure defeat.

Atychiphobia – Fear of Failing.

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