***Hello, everyone! Confession: this is one that I rewrote and debated posting for a few days. That's what happens when you don't have easy computer access for uploading and you have low confidence in your writing. I don't own Light or Misa, but I do own Satoshi. Let's go!

Satoshi Yagami didn't care if other people called him weird. He didn't care if he got made fun of. It was nothing he wasn't used to by now.

Each weekend, he visited his mother's grave. He still talked to her as if she were alive, even though he had seen her hanged body in her bedroom when he was five, twelve years ago. Once Satoshi had been old enough to drive, he'd visit the grave of Misa Amane, who had been buried next to her lover.

That was where the teen sat now—right next to the tombstone, his black hoodie and jeans keeping him from feeling the slight chilł that came on as the sun set.

"I took my entrance exams for college today. For all of his sadism... I'm glad that Light's intelligence was at least something I inherited," he murmured.

He knew about his father, even if he was unwilling to see Light Yagami as such. He'd been publically executed when Satoshi was still an infant for his acts as Kira. The teen knew he inherited a lot of his father's features—his brown hair and rust-colored eyes were the same color, even if his hair was bit more messy and his eyes were a bit more tired.

He honestly didn't know how or why his mother had loved Light as much as she did. Especially when he was the reason she was dead.

"I know you loved him, Mom... but I know that wherever you are, he isn't. You were amazing, and you were too happy to commit suicide, even when you missed him. He used his paranormal powers to murder undeserving people like you," Satoshi said, pulling his hood over his head again.

But hadn't he put it up before going into the graveyard?

Before he could question the notion for all too long, he felt something hit the back of his neck. When he stood up and turned around to look, there was no one else in the graveyard but him.

However, his foot brushed against a crumpled-up ball of paper that definitely hadn't been there before. His heart beating a little faster, he uncrumpled it. On it were two simple words:

Behind you

"Don't tell me you're scared now."

In all honesty, Satoshi was surprised he was only shaking a little bit. Then, he realized he recognized that voice, even if he'd only heard it on recordings. Steadying himself, he turned around.

A tall, slender man stood on Light Yagami's grave. His skin was paper white, yet his hair was as black as the night. The black suit he wore was tattered and torn from bullet holes and stained with blood. The fact that his irises glowed red only made the smirk on his face more menacing. Satoshi had seen enough pictures and watched enough videos to know who was in front of him.

Even if that man had technically been dead for fifteen years now.

"Light," Satoshi said evenly. He wasn't about to give this being more of his fear.

"Satoshi Yagami... my only child. You're special. And you can still be made into my ideal prophet." The unhinged cackle that followed only showed just how far off the edge Light was. "I'm leaving. This is probably just some... hallucination from lack of sleep," Satoshi tried to reason. But the grip he felt on his hood when he tried to walk away felt far too real to be some delusion.

"Misa, show yourself," Light said. Satoshi felt a rub of paper against his wrist, amd someone else faded into existence. Her skin and hair were the same color as Light's, but her hair was pulled into long pigtails. She wore a gray dress, its sleeves and skirt long. But her eyes were completely black. Inky blackness consistently dripped from her eyes, as if she were crying all the time.

Satoshi felt his heart skip multiple beats. He definitely felt like some of his sanity was snapping. "M... Mom? Can you see me?" Satoshi breathed. Misa walked over to him and hugged him, her inky tears staining his hoodie.

"She can't see. That's what trading her life twice for the shinigami eyes did for her. Idiotic woman," Light muttered. Satoshi would have defended his mother as she stepped back, but something else caught his attention.

"The eyes of a god of death? Is that how you wound up like this?" Satoshi asked. Light pulled a black notebook out of his suit. "Only she took the eye deal. We both used the Death Note and became gods of death after our... untimely deaths," he explained. He put the notebook in Satoshi's hands, letting him read over the rules.

"You have the intelligence, and you have the determination. You can become Kira's prophet, and take your rightful place as god of the new world," the shinigami said.

Satoshi scowled and shoved the notebook back into Light's suit. "You can take your notebook and screw off," he snapped. "You would say that about your own father and mother?" Light asked.

Satoshi looked at Misa. Despite the empty blackness in her eyes, Satoshi could see sorrow. Regret. "I can love my mother without repeating your mistakes. I'm leaving," he said. With that, he left, and wasn't stopped this time.

Light sighed, and he looked over to see more inky tears running down Misa's face. well, more than usual. Light gently wrapped his arms around her, feeling her curves. "He'll be with us soon. You did do what I said, didn't you?" he asked lowly.

Misa nodded. She would always do what Light said... even if that had been why she'd died in the first place. "My Death Note is where you asked," she murmured. She felt Light's cold kiss on her cheek. "Good girl." For once, Misa was glad she couldn't see as she heard her lover's pen scratch down something in his Death Note.

Satoshi Yagami

Suicide by hanging after writing his aunt and grandmother's names at 10:37 PM and 10:39 PM respectively in Shinigami Queen Misa Amane's Death note.

Light smiled and checked the time on his cracked silver wristwatch.

Welcome to the family.

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