Chapter 8: In Which Mikami Is Enchanted

Mikami Teru always knew that his destiny was to serve Kira.

Before Kira, there had been no purpose to his life. He had been a prosecuting lawyer, yes, and a passionate one at that, but his success had been moderate. He had spent his life in the same routine, watching the same criminals get away time and time again without being able to do anything about it. He knew that eventually, he would have broken. He would have gone after one of those grinning lunatics with an axe, blood in his mouth, chopping and chopping until there was nothing left of them, until they were deleted from the world and everything was pure again.

But then if he did that, the criminal he chopped down would be the last one he ever got to put to justice. He needed a better way to purify the world, a way that allowed him to punish on and on and on without ever having to stop.

And then, Kira entered his life in the form of the eccentric and amazing Ryuuzaki Rue, and nothing was ever the same again.

He remembered the first time he ever heard that scrambled voice over the speakers in the cell they were holding him in. He would never forget the words: "Mikami Teru. You are being held under suspicion of being Kira. Your DNA was found on one of the tapes sent by the first Kira to the second Kira (a bluff, Mikami knew now, since those tapes had been sent in by Ryuuzaki himself in secret) and several of the men you had failed to prosecute have died in rapid succession. Do you wish to confess to your crimes as Kira?"

He had replied (and he was oh so proud of this) that he had no right to claim to be even half as amazing as Kira was. He was an ardent Kira supporter through and through, and this was what helped him pass his lord's month-long trial and succeed to win his trust. As he was released, because he truly was innocent, his lord sent him a message telling him to be ready to assist in his divine plan for the world, as he had proven himself worthy.

He learnt that he had been one of a set of fifteen public Kira supporters L had imprisoned on suspicion of being Kira, and he had been one of only three to pass the test of endurance. The support for Kira was strong, but he had been the only one strong enough to win over Ryuuzaki so well that, in time, the great saviour had allowed him to see his face.

Mikami stared at that face now, beside himself in glee. What an enchanting man Kira-sama was, with that spindly body bent in that strange position, his large black eyes fixed on the glowing screen in front of him as he bit his thumb. His face was awash in that white light, making it pale as a vampire's, and his black hair fell in thick, unruly spikes about him. Mikami was more than fascinated, he was enchanted.

Ryuuzaki turned his direct bold gaze from the computer screen to Mikami's face, catching him staring. Mikami managed not to blush, quickly turning back to his own screen, where he was working on a few snags in the Chinese government, which they had all but infiltrated at this point.

His work was monotonous and frankly very boring. It was all dealing with people, something he didn't particularly like to do, but he could see why it was necessary. The sooner the world united under one powerful force, the sooner all wars, poverty and suffering would come to an end. Mikami knew that his boredom was a small sacrifice in the grand scheme of things.

Ryuuzaki was getting bored too, Mikami noted. He had been fidgeting in that chair from the minute he sat down. Ever since the official death of L, which had been widely sensationalised in the media, the flow of cases for him to solve were dwindling away. Mello was barely utilising the title of L's successor in favour of causing anarchy with the Kira supporters and nobody else was trustworthy enough to take up the job in the public eye, so Ryuuzaki had resorted to sending anonymous tips to the police. It didn't help that Kira was reducing the world's crime rate by greater and greater amounts each day.

"Mikami-san." Mikami jumped as the God in human skin shot out his name in that startlingly direct tone, gaze directed firmly at the print on his screen. "Fetch me my Death Note."

Mikami stared at him. "Do you mean…my piece of your Note, Kami-sama?"

Slowly, the man's head turned, owl-like, until he was staring directly at the former lawyer. "Does that mean you cannot fetch me my original Note, Mikami?"

"No, Kami…I just…I don't know where you keep it, Kami, you never told me…" Mikami stammered, pained that he had displeased his lord.

"Great." The detective sighed, popping a strawberry into his mouth. Mikami had taken up the job of fetching Ryuuzaki his desserts and fruit from a special bakery where he knew the head baker was a decent, righteous Kira supporter. He gave the man good business as a reward for his loyalty. Kira sure did love his cake. "Fine, then, Mikami-san, fetch me your piece of the Death Note."

"Right away, Kami." He began to scurry out of the room.

Ryuuzaki raised an authoritative hand. "Wait, Mikami." The man skidded to a stop at the doorway, turning nervously back to the man in the wheelie chair, who was now nibbling messily on another strawberry, the juice running down his chin. "You know not to enter my bedroom, don't you?"

Mikami nodded. "Oh, yes, lord. I wouldn't dream of disturbing…whatever it is you keep in there." He grinned cheekily, unable to control himself. His lord was so fascinating when he showed that unnecessary possessiveness towards his prisoner. It was not like Mikami would ever dream of upsetting his lord by interfering in matters that did not concern him.

Ryuuzaki sighed, still not turning from his screen. "I am keeping Light Yagami in that room. I would appreciate it if you rig that corridor with cameras to prevent any form of escape, and any other precautions you can think of. However, you are not allowed to enter the room under any circumstances. Is that understood?"

"Yes, Kami, it is understood. Should I install these cameras before or after I fetch my piece of the Death Note?"

Ryuuzaki half-turned towards him, the expression on his face signifying absolute boredom. "Please, fetch me your piece, then move to immediately install the cameras. Thank you."

Mikami stopped short of a salute and hurried out of the room as fast as he could.