Hey guys! Finally, a new chapter. Whew. I'm posting this from my smartphone, so if there are any errors, I apologize!

I've been neglecting this fandom, so sorry, but Zetsuen noTempest has become the object of my obsessions. D: Don't worry, I'm off the writer's block and new chapters will be up shortly. :3

Spoiler: Kira may not be the only shinigami in L's life!

Regrets. So many regrets. Rem was filled with regrets. Misa is better off now, she reminded herself. Light was dead and now she was free. Still, she was the one paying for it, serving Light even after his death, following orders and giving her note away to another mortal.

"So, Rem, is it?" Leaning over his desk, Mikami flipped through the pages of the death note. Some names of familiar criminals were written within it.

"Yes."

"Then, god has chosen me to continue his work?" Holding in a sadistically self satisfied smile, Mikami's mind buzzed as thoughts of all the judgements he could carry out flashed through it.

"Kira requested that I find the most suitable person to continue his work. Indirectly, yes."

"God... god trusts me..." the man's lips curled into a wicked smirk that would put Ryuk to shame. "I will not fail... GOD, I WILL NOT FAIL" he proclaimed, raising the book over his head and laughing in the manner of a maniac.

"I assume that you know enough English to read the rules."

"Hey, Rem, may I ask a question?"

"What is it?"

The smirk hadn't left Mikami's face. "Do shinigami only eat apples? While reading over the case files, I came across a certain note."

"You were able to decipher it?" She wasn't surprised. Mikami Teru was brilliant. Rem knew that she had chosen correctly.

"It took some thought" deciding that it would be a waste of time not to multitask, he fished a pen from his pocket and started writing down the names of some recent criminals who he'd had the displeasure of coming across on the local news. Crime really was on a rise since Kira's death. "The authorities really didn't want anyone to know about the existence of shinigami, did they?"

"I suppose it is better for humans to be blissfully ignorant,

"That's not it. The only reason that the existence of shinigami was kept a secret was to make society believe that the government had a chance. This L... is surely not human. To defeat Kira, he must be the devil incarnate. If mere humans were to fight against god, they would fall." He caressed the smooth paper of the Death Note "this book is proof that god has not fallen. I may not be worthy of becoming god, but I will serve him..." his fingernails nearly tore through the page with excitement "UNTIL THE DAY I DIE!"

Rem noted the numbers above Mikami's head. "Interesting."

"... no."

"Well, I'm not letting you have me without it." Staring at the great detective, Light began to wonder if he ever blinked.

"Light-kun is being unreasonable." Looking at the still wrapped condom that an angry and slightly blushing Light was holding out at him, he sighed. "Light-kun is not a woman."

Doing up the buttons on his shirt just to show his resolve, he tried to think of a reason that the detective's logical mind could process. "It's dirty" was all that he could come up with.

"Well then. I suppose this will just have to wait until later." Getting up off the bed, L looked at his partner with unamused eyes.

"Huh?" Light was slightly annoyed by the fact that L hadn't put up much of a fight. In fact, he was almost offended. Even though they were in a mutual relationship, their was still an air of uncertainty between them. Light was a mass murderer, and L was the detective sworn to catch him. Kira was sitting on his bed, hair messy, tie undone and clothes wrinkled carelessly, yet even in this state he could very well be plotting something. Both men weren't above using sexual tactics to get their way, be it porno magazines or casual activities as a distraction. If the little black wings that sprouted from Light's back were any proof, a killer would not, could not be reborn clean. "Ryuzaki, are you really being this stubborn?"

"Before I lecture Light-kun on the futility of his protests and am forced to mention a subject that he was not comfortable with before" in all fairness, L had only deduced that Light had a rape fetish from the substantial amount of evidence presented to him "I will inform him that I am only going to answer the phone." Fishing the small, silver, vibrating phone out of his pocket, L held it up to his ear in his normal fashion, gripping in between his finger and thumb "hello, Ryuzaki here." The person on the other end of the line mumbled something "are you sure?" A pause, and then he. would swear that the great detective shot him a look that he could never forget. "I see. Heart attacks."

The you-are-guilty look.

Rem, if I die, do this for me. For Misa.

Heart attacks.

Suppressing the rising excitement that had come from the knowledge that he had won, that even with his last breath Kira would still live, he put on an innocent expression and tilted his head to look at the detective curiously. "Is something wrong, Ryuzaki?"

In a voice faint enough to be a whisper, the detective replied "Kira... has struck again."