It hadn't been known to many, but Kira had contacted him on occasion.
After he had called Takada, demanding to know who had told her to express her opinion, he had learned there was a man with her in the room who had caused her. Mikami had been sharp enough to realize the chances of who he was and had demanded she give him the phone.
"Are you god?"
"Yes."
God
on the phone
with him.
It was incredible.
Nearly unbelieveable.
But it was real.
God.
Kira.
Mikami had somehow managed to keep the sense of mind to confirm the person's identity. He had proven himself by killing the stupid TV announcer on Sakura. But the other...
"...I don't mean to be rude, but could you show me proof that you're god?"
"November 26th? Five sheets of paper? What are you talking about?"
November 26th – the postmark date on the envelop the notebook was sent in, and the directions were written on five sheets of paper...
It was confirmed.
God was on the phone.
And his follower was ready.
"Then, from now on,"
"It'll be as you wish."
Mikami had listened as Kira somehow manipulated the circumstances to disconnect all the bugs watching him, adeptly explained the situation to Takada charismatically, enchanted at finally hearing the voice of his god: cold, casual, and offhandly arrogant, the kind that those only true power can pull off.
It was everything he had thought.
"Listen to me. I'll never allow you to ask Kiyomi who I am."
"I know."
Mikami had listened, dazed, one hand to his heart as Kira spoke to him, instructing him, detailing that he would contact him through Takada, as he was still being watched. Mikami's mind heard the words, but they didn't really register.
"This way, the messages will be passed along."
Mikami was talking to god.
"Understood."
Nothing else mattered.
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