CHAPTER 21

All knowing eyes watched from above.

Since when was Earth deemed fascinating?

He knew everything. From the Death Note falling into Yagami's hands to Birthday possessing one of His own creation's eyes. Of course He would know. His intelligence, empathy, inquisitiveness, and kills were simply immeasurable. None of this would exist without Him. It was still His reign; it would always be.

Humans were strange beings.

They absolutely loved the idea of life.

However, when shown death. . .

They cower in fear. How inconsiderate of them. They take everything for granted. Heaven. Purgatory. Hell. The Shinigami Realm. All existed because of Him. Eons before civilizations were properly established, humans who could not be sorted were simply discarded. Their souls were no reborn into the heavens or the depths of hell. They ceased to exist. Until something miraculous happened.

The King of Death.

The Shinigami King.

All pertained to the existence of Him.

He is regarded as a fatherly figured by all the 'lesser' Shinigami. Many speak of Him being nearly immortal. Many Shinigami refer to Him as the 'Old Man' - including Ryuk and Rem - meaning he is most likely very ancient. The King rules and governs all of the Shinigamis. Furthermore, He controls all distribution of each and every Death Note upon His creations' birth into the Realm of Death. Mystery shrouds whether or not He makes Death Notes or holds a supply. All that is known for sure is that the King is unwilling to replace lost ones. Does He enforce various rules of the Shinigami Realm like the King he is? Or is He just a bystander, watching every being's move?

He was an observer.

And that was all He would continue to be.

"Light, wake up!"

His eyes shot open and he found himself off the bed.

"About time," Ryuk yawned, floating in mid-air, "d'you got some more apples around?"

"Not now," Light groggily replied and stood up. "Where's L-"

"Your lover boy? Hm-"

"Shut it, Ryuk," the brunette seethed through clenched teeth. "Don't tell me you were watching the entire damn time."

"As a matter of fact, I was," the Shinigami cackled, "don't worry, in the Shinigami Realm, we don't care about homosexuality or heterosexuality. We can't reproduce so who cares?"

"Then how are Shinigami made then?" Light pondered, thinking deeply.

"Not made, stupid. Created."

"Like some kind of tool?"

Ryuk sighed. "It's more complex than that. The King creates us. There's some speculation that Shinigamis used to be humans who used Death Notes or simply could not be sorted into a certain destination in the afterlife."

"Heaven, purgatory, and hell?"

He rolled his eyes. "That's the names you humans give them. Ours is more like reincarnation, nothingness, and the void."

"Sounds more like Buddhism frankly."

"Well they are more realistic than Christians," he laughed out loud, slapping his knees.

"So is there an Enlightenment then?"

"Kid, do you think I know your human terms that well?" Ryuk continued laughing. "I don't remember anything else but my Shinigami life up there. Don't bother asking."

He might be lying. Perhaps there are regulations of how much Shinigamis can tell humans.

"Anyway, Light, there is no entity called God. There are gods. You're looking at one right now," he smiled, teeth protruding in a gruesome matter.

"If people saw, I think they'd all stop being religious," Light shook his head.

"Hey, that was offensive and uncalled for," Ryuk pointed out. "That was a lot of talking. Give me an apple."

Light sighed and threw one at him; knowing Ryuk, he kept a bag of them in his room.

"Mmm. . . these are better than usual!"

"They're Braeburn apples."

"You mean there's more than one kind of apple?!"

". . . . yes, Ryuk. There is," he deadpanned.

"I knew the King should've never taken Midora's offer," Ryuk muttered before munching into the apple.

Light arched his eyebrow and the Shinigami replied, "Nothing. Anyway, I have other stuff to do. Smell you later, Light."

Aren't Shinigami supposed to stick by the person that holds the Death Note? Ryuk is one special deluded one.

"Good morning, Light-kun," L stated upon seeing him stroll downstairs.

"Morning," he grumbled and sat down.

"You already seemed annoyed," the detective deduced, "and it is only 6:48 AM."

Light inhaled sharply. "It's nothing of your concern."

"Ah," L murmured, dropping several sugar cubes into his cup of hot chocolate.

The brunette eyed his sugar overdosed drink and commented, "I'm surprised you don't have diabetes yet."

"Unlike most, Light-kun, I use my brain enough to avoid that from happening," he sipped on the drink, the corners of his mouth slightly uplifted.

"Don't you have sugar crashes like normal people?"

"By now, you should be aware that I am anything but normalcy," L mumbled, licking the chocolate excess on his lips with his tongue.

"True," Light shook his head. "Do you have anything planned for today?"

"Just more investigation into B."

"What about Kira?"

"Kira and I have the same goal as of this moment," his dark eyes glistened in amusement, "to catch the world's most ruthless man alive. Plus, Kira's activities have been on the low recently which is understandable."

Light chuckled. There was no point in denying the fact he was Kira anymore.

"Are you going to tell everyone that I am? . . ."

"Why would I? That ruins all the fun. Anti-climatic," L smirked. "Why not reveal the world's greatest detective and the 'god of this world' worked together to see B's ultimate end?"

Light grinned. "Excellent thinking. That will definitely screw over all those conspiracy theorists out there."

"Perhaps."

"So, Ryuzaki," he cleared his throat, "where do we start to take down BB?"

"From the core obviously," L smiled. "You better start packing, Light-kun. Winchester, England is our next destination."

A/N: huehue, what's gonna happen next, hm? Please review and tell me what you think!