Return of the god

Hillie was unable to withhold her noisy sigh of aggravation when she walked into the bedroom. Her eyes drilled into the back of her husband's head as he sat at the computer just like every night. Typing with his left hand and writing with his right, he was killing hundreds, maybe thousands. His own actions at home were keeping him busier than ever at work. The Kira case had gone into overdrive as the NPA worked in full panic mode due to the recent and sudden rise in deaths of criminals, not just in Japan but around the world. They were sure there were several killers working around the globe in tandem with each other. There were definitely others in addition to Light but he was Zeus – the leader of the Death Note gods. Light was special among all of the them. The one god among men who was busy creating his perfect world and somehow managed to find time to complete the physical activity necessary to impregnate his wife.

Light had begun to grow impatient. It had been three months and she was still not pregnant. He had become very edgy and irritable, losing his temper easily over small things. The outbursts were always followed with profuse apologies and pleas of "you just don't understand what it's like to be me." No one could understand what it was like to be him. To be a god among men was like a prince being forced to live among pigs in a pigpen. It was shameful and demeaning. It made him angry. He looked at his lovely and dutiful wife as she slipped beneath the covers of the bed naked to wait for him. A self-important, smug grin touched his lips when he silently congratulated himself on what a wonderful job he had done training her to be the woman who deserved him. He knew fate had been kind to him because she was a special and rare find indeed. It had never occurred to him, even when he first met her, that he would actually find a woman worthy of him and his attention.

Hillie closed her eyes to avoid seeing that egotistical, maniacal smile of his. She had come to hate that look. Wrapping her arms around her chilled body, she snuggled down into the bed seeking some semblance of warmth.

"Don't go to sleep yet. I'll be there soon, my love," Light assured her.

Hillie shuddered with the thought. She no longer enjoyed having sex with Light. It had become a chore, a task to be completed for the no other purpose than the fertilization of an egg. She was nothing more to him than an incubator for his perfect race. Japanese Hitler with a handsome face and impeccable taste in clothes with a personality so manipulative and smooth he could talk Satan out of his throne in hell. From one master manipulator to the other, even the devil himself would have to bow and concede victory to the abilities of Light Yagami in lies and deception. He was a much more effective murderer and one man army than Hitler had been able to piece together with mere mortals. The pen is definitely mightier than the sword when wielded by Light.

Hillie jumped when her husband touched her, and she steeled herself for what was coming next. Without even a perfunctory kiss, he pushed into her unwilling body not caring that there was resistance. Tonight he did not even bother to roll her over to have sex with her. Maybe it was easier not seeing her face, then he did not have to think of her as a human being anymore; just a hole to plug and hopefully impregnate. Afterwards, she cried and he went back to his computer.

Hours later Hillie was still awake. She lay in the dark listening to her husband's steady breathing. He had only come to bed twenty minutes ago, and she was making sure he was fast asleep before she crept out of the room. Stopping in the kitchen for a glass of water and three apples, she stepped out onto the back porch. She settled herself in her favorite chair, setting the apples on the table beside her. Her eyes watched one of the red juicy apples levitate then begin to slowly disappear as if it were eating itself.

"Can't sleep, Hillie?" Ryuk asked before suddenly popping into tangible existence.

"No. It's bad tonight," she responded, sipping her water.

"Did he hurt you?" he inquired, leaning toward her and waiting for her answer before indulging in another apple.

"Only a little," she answered somewhat truthfully. It had only been a little physically but it had been a whole lot emotionally.

"I can kill him. I can write his name in my Death Note," the shinigami offered, tossing the whole apple into his mouth and chewing noisily.

"No. I don't want you to do that. I don't want anything to happen to you," she said, staring at the white sliver of moon in the sky.

"It won't. I won't leave you, Hillie," he assured her, reaching out to run his skeletal gloved fingers through her hair.

"I just want him back," she sniffed, unable to stop her tears. "I just want him the way he was."

"But that was not him. The way you see him now…that's the way I've always known him. I was hoping the changes you had made in him were permanent," he said, finishing off the last apple. "I truly am sorry they weren't."

"Yeah. Me too," she sobbed, hugging her knees to her chest.

They sat in silence for lengthy minutes while Hillie wept to find relief from her emotional pain. After she dried her tears, she returned to bed with the Shinigami following behind her. She slept close to Light but only to make room for Ryuk on the bed so he could sleep next to her. The death god preferred to stay close to her after catching her husband looking at her with an emotion in his brown eyes that he did not like. He would protect her, even from her own husband.

"I need you to do deliver these for me. I don't have time," Light told her the next morning, handing her a manila envelope that felt as if it weighed ten pounds from the thick stack of papers it contained.

"What is it?" Hillie asked, shifting the envelope in her hands.

"Just Kira information. A lawyer named Teru Mikami requested them. Have them delivered by eleven," he ordered her as if she were an employee and not his wife. "I'll see you tonight."

"Hey, Light, wait!" she yelled after him, having to jog to catch up he had made such a hasty move for the door. She kissed him on the cheek feeling how stiff and unyielding he was under her attempt at affection. 'Fine. If that's the way he wants it,' she thought to herself as she stepped back from him. "Good-bye, Light."

Hillie looked at her watch apprehensively as she waited for the elevator on the bottom floor of the tall office building. 10:59. She had accidentally fallen asleep after sitting down for two seconds. It had not been hard for her to nod off after getting very little sleep last night. When she woke up it was ten o' clock so she had to hurry to take a shower and get dressed for her trip downtown to deliver the papers to the lawyer. Rushing in when the doors opened, she stabbed the number 12 resisting the urge to press it repeatedly. She knew that would not make the elevator move any faster. Why did his office have to be on the top floor? After what seemed like an excessively long and slow elevator ride, she forced her body between the doors before they were fully opened and followed the arrows pointing to suite 1212 at the end of the hall. The gold nameplate on the door read Teru Mikami in plain black lettering with no titles or initials attached to the name. Odd. Usually people such as lawyers, doctors, and the like are exceptionally proud of their titles and initials indicating their pompous professions.

Taking a deep breath to calm herself and not seem so panicked, Hillie opened the door with one last check of her watch. 11:02. Damn. She hoped this lawyer did not report her tardy arrival time to her anal retentive husband.

"Can I help you?" the snooty young administrative assistant with immaculately coiffed blond hair and seamlessly applied make up asked her.

Choking back the urge to tell her that she could jump out of the window right there, Hillie took the hefty packet of papers out of her unusually large shoulder bag. "I needed to deliver these to Mr. Mikami. They're from Light Yagami."

The doors behind the secretary opened as if speaking Light's name had the magical ability of declaring "open says me" to unsecure locked doors. An unexpectedly young and attractive man with shoulder length shaggy black hair and dark cold eyes appeared from the room which undoubtedly was his office. He was dressed in a flawless black suit with a black shirt and white tie.

Hillie swallowed the bile that rose in her throat suddenly because it reminded her of how Light looked on their wedding day just a little over nine months ago. She staggered a bit from the swift rush of emotions coupled with a lack of sleep that made her dizzy all of a sudden.

Teru Mikami moved forward while his secretary stood and watched the unsteady woman almost faint in front of them. His arms went around Hillie and held her steady as the world continued to spin for her.

"Get a glass of water for her Honoka instead of standing there," Teru growled at his assistant. He was disappointed and agitated that Light Yagami had not delivered the papers himself. "Are you all right, Miss…?"

"Mrs. Yagami. You can call me Hillie," she told him, ignoring the expression of surprise on his face.

"Here, Mrs. Yagami, please sit down," Teru said politely, assisting her with lowering herself into the chair nearby. A barely noticeable smile touched his lips from the revelation that this was Light's wife. It was not a total loss after all. Taking the glass from his secretary, he held it out for the weak, shaky woman.

"Thank you," she told him, reaching for the glass of water he handed her. After taking a few sips, she felt heat rise to her cheeks in embarrassment. "I'm terribly sorry. I didn't mean to be such an inconvenience."

"Nonsense, I don't mind at all. I've never seen such a pretty inconvenience," he complimented to ease the obvious embarrassment showing on her face.

Hillie could feel the blue eyes of the jealous administrative assistant burning a hole through her. Was the woman here for a job or a husband? She flashed the blond a caustic expression of her own then tentatively rose to her feet to make sure she had her land legs back before attempting to walk.

"I do apologize for being a problem, Mr. Mikami. I was late and then had the nerve to nearly pass out on you. Good day," she said, bowing slightly to him as she prepared to leave.

"Wait," he said, taking hold of her arm with a gentle hand. "Can I take you to lunch? It's nearly that time anyway, and it's the least I can do to show my gratitude for bringing these papers all the way here personally."

"I don't know if I should. My husband might not like it," Hillie replied feeling like a teenage girl who needed to ask for Daddy's permission to go out.

"It's just lunch, Mrs. Yagami. I'm not asking you on a date," he laughed lightly, putting his hands in his pockets. He smiled at her with all the charm he could muster. His motives were underhanded in that he was interested in getting to know her husband instead of her. It worked to his advantage that Light Yagami has a pretty wife he can use to get close to him and draw him out. He wanted to meet his personal god, the object of his admiration for years, and she would help him do it.