Light looked around the room; realizing that the house was far from livable. Mikami closed the Death Note and placed the pen in his pocket. "It's done my Lord. His name is written and he should arrive here exactly at 5AM, committing suicide only seconds later." Said Mikami as Light smiled and replied, "Finally, this will be the end of L."

Mikami glanced at his watch. Twenty minutes…only twenty more minutes until L, whom he now knew also as Dachi, would be here. Only twenty-five more minutes until L would fall. It seemed to take so long for time to pass in the old, dilapidated house. Boards creaked and walls moaned, bits of wallpaper were left on the walls, but they were mostly bare, rotting boards that threatened to collapse on whoever was inside of it.

Mikami found it strange, as he studied the main room, as old and run down as it was, there was a beautiful piano in one corner. It was dusty, but Mikami knew that with a little work it could shine like brand new. It looked like a baby grand, and must have been terribly expensive; the oak was stained a dark brown and had a protective glaze on top of that. It begged for someone to play it, but Mikami knew that it was out of tune from it's disuse. He sighed; it made him wonder about the house and the piano…why it was left here and in such good condition while the rest of the house was falling down around it.

Mikami looked back into the room where God had been, but realized he was gone. "God?" Mikami asked as he walked further into the room, but still saw no sign of Light. He realized there was a small corridor on the far side of the room and was about to enter the area when suddenly he heard the front door open. Mikami quickly turned around as he caught sight of an orange haired beauty turning into the room where he stood.

Dachi quickly raised his gun with two steady hands and aimed it at Mikami's chest. "Get on the floor!" Shouted Dachi as Teru looked at the man in confusion. Teru glanced at his wrist and realized it wasn't even five yet. Something went wrong.

Teru could see Dachi's name above his head so there was no excuse why the Death Note didn't work. "Drop the Death Note and get on the fucking floor!" Shouted Dachi as Teru slowly got on his knees and sat the Death Note next to him.

Dachi's gun followed Teru until he rested his knees on the floor. "Cross your ankles and put your hands behind your head." Dachi demanded as Teru narrowed his eyes and asked, "How did you do it? It should have worked...You should be committing suicide right now."

"I beat you at your own sick game." Dachi retorted as he walked closer to Teru, gun aimed at his face. "Now put your hands behind your head."

"This is impossible. This doesn't follow the rules."

"Shut up and put your hands behind your head! I swear to God I'll shoot you!" Dachi threatened as Mikami obeyed by moving his hands. "Where is Light?" Dachi demanded an answer.

Mikami smirked at the demand as he replied coldly, "Some great detective. Can't even keep tabs on the very suspect under your nose. Some L."

Dachi smirked at Mikami and replied sarcastically, "If you weren't such an asshole I think we could have been good friends." Mikami held his smug smile as he replied, "Doubtful."

Dachi was about to position himself behind Mikami, but before he could he felt a violent hit on the back of his head, forcing the man to fall to the floor, his gun sliding in front of him. Dachi didn't bother to see who had hit him, he quickly crawled forward, reaching for his weapon.

Mikami quickly raised from his feet and lunged on top of Dachi, knowing he wouldn't be able to reach the gun before the older man. Dachi turned slightly and struggled with Mikami, trying to get the man off of him.

The rusted pipe Light had in his hands went for another swing, hitting Dachi in the right leg. Dachi cried out in pain as Mikami began to crawl over him, but Dachi got a grip on him and was able to toss a blow against his face; forcing the man to fall off of him. Dachi quickly turned his body and grabbed the gun. Both Light and Mikami moved forward to stop the man, but as Dachi turned he shot the gun, not knowing who he had hit at first.

Without a moment to think, Dachi felt another blow, but this time it was across his face. Dachi's head rested on the floor as his hand relaxed at his side, trying to regain himself from the attack. Dachi felt the gun being pulled out of his hand as well as the body that was on top of him. He turned his head slowly, the pain still rattling his brain as he looked over and saw Light drag Mikami's body a safe distance from the older man.

Light held the gun in his hand as he kneeled to his knees and held Mikami tightly, fear evident in his eyes. Blood stained Mikami's shirt in the stomach area and it was obvious to Light that the gun wound was anything but minor.

Mikami gazed up at Light with eyes that conveyed all of the pain he was in. He didn't want to show his god that he was weak, even now, as blood started to drain from his face, making him turn pale and the blood spot become larger with every passing second. Light knew, as he held Mikami tightly in one arm that he had to make this ordeal with Dachi very short; he couldn't lose Mikami. It was strange; Light couldn't lose him as an asset, as an important person to his rise to power. But there was a strange tug at his heart as a small pain ran through it. This was unusual for Light; he never felt this guilt and sadness for people…he must have been more connected to Mikami than he could have imagined.

Mikami smiled weakly up at Light, he knew that this might be the last thing he ever saw, as blood dripped from his abdomen. He turned his head and coughed softly, blood came from his mouth and landed on the side of him. Mikami turned back to Light, "I'm sorry I have failed you, my Lord…" He said softly, "It was a great pleasure to have served and lived beside you…"

"Will you shut up, Mikami." Light said as slight shock registered in Teru's eyes, "You're going to be fine…don't worry about it. You're strong…you'll make it through this; I know you can... I have faith in you." Light said as he saw gratification appear in Mikami's eyes.

Mikami smiled, a happy smile, as he nodded softly at Light. He opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out as his body relaxed and he passed out. Light held onto Mikami tightly once more as he turned his head to face Dachi. Dachi had stood up from his position on the floor and was now holding the pipe in his hands just in case. His slight swaying from dizziness disappeared, but the immense pain stayed. The two men caught each other's gazes and strong eyes clashed against each-other in a small battle.

Light let go of Mikami and turned towards Dachi, still holding the gun in his hand. Dachi didn't move as Light raised his hand and aimed the gun at Dachi. There was a silence between the two as Dachi shook his head, telling Light he knew he wouldn't shoot him.

Dachi heard the clicking of the gun and Light pulled back the section that loaded the bullet into the barrel. "Your battle was with me, not Mikami. I never once considered killing Sato. I spared him and showed him kindness...And yet you didn't hesitate in harming Mikami." Light narrowed his eyes as he replied, "As God I showed compassion."

"You're no God." Said Dachi as he stumbled slightly, his leg was still in pain from the blow Light had done to him. Light smirked slightly as he replied, "Sato seems to think differently."

Dachi glared at Light with such intensity that it seemed to send a spark of electricity to him, "Don't you dare talk about my son!" Dachi yelled in anger as he adjusted his position slightly.

Light smirked in satisfaction, all he wanted to see was Dachi in emotional pain and telling him about Sato would do just that. "It's funny," Light said, "No matter what I tell you, you just want to stay in your own world where Sato is a good boy and follows L when, in reality, he doesn't care about you. He doesn't care if any L lives or dies as long as the person he sees as his God, Kira…me, lives on. You should talk to him more often…though he seemed to trust me more than you. Did you know he was the one who told me how to give you a name? How to take you down. He gave me all of the information that I needed to kill you."

"Shut up!" Dachi yelled, "Shut the fuck up! You don't know anything about Sato! He sees the real you…the monster you are…" Dachi said harshly as he tried to block out Light's words that seeped into his head and plagued his brain.

"He was afraid to tell you how he truly felt. The fact that he was falling for me." Light's words were interrupted as Dachi shouted, "Stop it!"

Light continued, "He was afraid to let you know that he had been and will always be a Kira supporter." Dachi shook his head in anger, trying to push the words out. "No!"

"But above all, he was afraid to tell you that when L died and you cried...He celebrated, happy to hear his God was still alive." Dachi threw the pipe to the ground and brought his hands to his ears as his knees buckled. Dachi was on his knees now as he shook his head and closed his eyes. "It's not true. It can't be." Whispered Dachi as Light continued, "If Sato was given a choice, I believe he would truly follow me. He believes criminals should die and that I have the right to punish them with the Death Note."

Dachi opened his eyes and looked up at Light as he continued, "You're not just fighting me...You're fighting Sato as well."

"He doesn't love you." Dachi growled in anger as Light pulled the trigger, hitting Dachi in one of his legs. "AH!" Dachi's scream echoed throughout the room as his body collapsed to the side as he cradled his leg.

"Sato loves me as his God. Perhaps even as something more...Who knows. Point is, I am a God in his eyes." Said Light as Dachi replied with venom in his words, "You're a fucking murderer."

Light walked towards Dachi as he loaded the gun again and pulled the trigger; shooting Dachi in his shoulder. Dachi screamed again as Light replied, "I'm a lot of things, Dachi. I'm a manipulator, a gentleman, an optimist, a man, a God...Kira...But I am no murderer." Dachi watched as Light placed the gun in his pocket and made his way to the Death Note. He picked up the item and tucked it into the inside section of his jacket before heading towards Mikami. Light cradled the man in his arms as he picked him up with a good effort and slowly made his way over towards Dachi.

"If I were to shoot you now and kill you...THAT would make me a murderer." Said Light as he took one last glance over Dachi before making his way out of the house, leaving the man in pain.

Dachi looked downward as he thought of Light's words and how deep they cut into him. Murderer; Dachi couldn't help but think on the crime he had committed, killing both his son and the man he was falling for. The words hurt and he couldn't shake them off fully, but instead pushed them to the back of his mind. Dachi slipped the hand of his uninjured arm into his pocket and pulled out his cell phone that was undamaged, though the bullet wound was only inches away on his thigh.

Dachi flipped the phone open and called the cab company…he knew that he should get some medical attention, but he didn't have the time to go to a hospital. He needed to get back to the hotel; no matter how bad of a condition he was in…he needed to get back to Sato, Matsuda, and Christian. Dachi, after hanging up the phone, crawled to one of the walls of the house and tried to pick himself up. He was able to stand, though his breathing started to become heavy, and he gazed around the room to see that the pipe had rolled next to his feet. Dachi bent downward and picked it up and placed it in his uninjured hand. He was able to use the pipe as a sort of cane as he limped to the door and stumbled outside.

Dachi waited outside in the cold morning air. It was still mostly dark out; the sun wouldn't start to rise for another hour. The street was dead; there was no other human life present and it remained eerily quiet. It gave Dachi the shivers as he waited for his cab, bloodied and bruised; he was frightened, though he wouldn't admit it aloud, that someone would try to take advantage of him, especially in his weakened state. A pair of headlights appeared on the street and Dachi recognized the car as a cab. It stopped in front of him and Dachi opened the door and stepped inside, hiding the pipe from the driver's view as to not frighten him.

The man driving looked at Dachi wide-eyed, "Hey, buddy, do you need to go to a hospital?" He asked. Dachi was in pain, but the bullet wounds weren't fatal…Matsuda and Sato were at the top of his priorities, and he knew that he needed to get back to them as soon as possible. He vaguely remembered Matsu telling him about how he had learned to stitch minor wounds and what not…hopefully someone could help him so that he didn't have to go to a hospital.

Dachi tried to smile at the man, though he knew that it must not have been very convincing with all of the bruises on him, "No, I'm fine. I need to go to the Disney Hotel next to the Convention Centre as quickly as possible." Dachi said.

The man just nodded and started to drive. The cab driver figured it wasn't his business, but wasn't that a bullet wound on his shoulder? He just decided to listen to the man in his backseat and drove to the destination at hand, keeping a suspicious and slightly concerned eye on the man. The cab driver wouldn't refuse the man's service, he seemed like a foreigner that might have gotten into some trouble and though he knew that he should take him to the hospital…there was a small tone in the man's voice that sounded like a plea to get him back to his hotel. The driver sighed…blood was so hard to get out of seats.

Dachi held his hand over his thigh, the throbbing pain was reaching an unbearable sensation, but Dachi just closed his eyes and leaned his head on the window. He couldn't worry about himself at the moment; his main focus was Sato and Matsuda. As the car made it's way through the busy city streets Dachi opened his eyes and gazed out the window. He still held his head against the window as he thought about everything that had happened and all that Light had said.

Truth was, Light could have killed Sato and Matsuda any time. So why did he spare them? Dachi questioned Light's actions and debated on the reasons. Did he truly care for Sato and Matsuda? Is it because there is a possibility that both of them have a hidden love for Kira? Or was it because Light was a merciful God?

Dachi narrowed his eyes at the thought. In a way, he felt like he had slowly become the bad man in this investigation. He knew from the beginning that Matsuda had a small understanding of Kira and saw the good he was doing, but the man would never speak it out loud, not even to Dachi. Matsuda saw the benefit of Kira, but in the end, it clashed with his belief in justice, leading Matsuda to go against Kira. Had he done it alone and Light was still the enemy?...He would have fallen to Light's games. He was too naive for his own good.

Sato on the other hand, Dachi let out a low grunt as he closed his eyes. It pained him to think about Sato. What Light had said tore at his heart, but deep down Dachi knew that the possibility of Sato being Pro-Kira was at a large percentage. Why else would he fall for Light so fast?

Dachi wanted to push the thoughts from his head…just thinking about the situation made his heart ache even more. He sighed and tried to calm himself, breathing slowly and deeply; when suddenly he realized that the car he was in was no longer moving. He opened his eyes and gazed out the window to see that they were already in front of the Hotel. Dachi glanced over at the cab driver, "Well, this is your stop…you sure your okay?" he asked Dachi.

Dachi nodded his head at the man and thanked him. He reached into his back pocket to pull out some money when the cab driver stopped him. "No thanks, pal. You just take care, okay?"

Dachi let out a soft smile, "Okay, thanks again." Dachi said as he opened the door to the cab. He pulled out the piece of pipe as he stepped onto the ground. He hissed softly as he stood and turned to shut the door as the cab drove off. Dachi closed his eyes for a moment trying to regain his composure and wondering how he would get into the hotel without having too many people notice the state he was in…though it was a hard thing to hide.

Dachi sighed a bit before making his way forward, hoping to not cause too large of a scene.

***

Christian sat on the bed Sato was laying on and held his hand in his lap, stroking it every so often. His touch no longer warm, but now fading to a cold sensation. Both Sato and Matsuda had lost the color in their faces and Christian couldn't help but close his eyes at the sight. Sight was a gift at times, but a curse at others. Zellogi watched the scene unfold and knew Christian's tears wouldn't be the only one's to spill this morning.

"I bet you're wishing you didn't take the eyes now." Said Zellogi, amusement in his voice. Christian looked away from Sato and across the room where Zellogi sat in one of the corners. "No, I'm grateful for the gift you have given me. With out it I wouldn't have been able to save Dachi; and without saving Dachi, I would have never met Sato." Said Christian as he turned his head downward and starred at Sato again.

Christian stroked the side of Sato's face and let out a soft sigh. He was scared…what if Dachi never came back? When he erased the names…how would he be able to tell Matsuda and Sato what had happened to him. It pained him to even think of it, if something had gone wrong…he didn't know how strong he could be in that situation. Christian placed a piece of hair behind Sato's ear before he suddenly heard a grunt of, what seemed like, pain as the doorknob to the room jiggled. Christian looked at the door wide-eyed and knew who it was.

He hurried to the door and opened it quickly, hoping to catch sight on Dachi. He found a panting Dachi all in a mess, leaning up against the side of the door. "Dachi!" Christian said. His voice held relief but also a great deal of worry as he looked at Dachi's state.

"You know…" Dachi said as he stumbled into the room with only the piece of pipe holding him up, "the walk up here seemed a lot longer than what I remembered." Dachi had kept his composure most of the time while on the way to his room, sticking to the shadows most of time so as to keep the attention off of him. But as he came to the hallway it seemed as if a bunch of bricks had landed on him as the full force of his injuries kicked in.

"My God! Are you all right?!" Asked Christian as he put his hands out to help Dachi. "I'm fine, I just need you to erase th-" Dachi was cut of as he lost his balance and he fell into Christian's arms. Christian grunted as he tried to hold Dachi up, the man was much taller than him in height and Christian's frame was petite in size and the boy didn't have much muscle to show off.

Christian managed to take a few steps and place Dachi on the bed Sato was on. Dachi was placed with his back against the headboard as he looked to his side where Sato laid. Dachi's eyes saddened, 'What kind of father kills his own son?' Those were Sato's last words to him.

Dachi looked away from Sato and glanced at Christian. "Erase their names, please." Dachi begged, not being able to take the sight of his loved ones dead because of him.

Christian nodded as he ran over towards the dresser and grabbed the Death Note before making his way back over towards Sato's bed. Christian kneeled on the ground and laid the Death Note on the bed as he pulled the eraser out of his pocket and opened the Death Note up to the page where everyone's name was.

"You'll kill them permanently if you do that." Said Zellogi as Christian paused and both him and Dachi looked at Zellogi in question. "What do you mean?" Asked Dachi, slightly worried.

"Only the person who wrote the name down can erase it and remember, every name you erase takes six months off your life." Said Zellogi as Dachi growled towards the shinigami and replied, "Why didn't you say something sooner?!"

Zellogi chuckled as he replied, "You never asked."

Dachi rolled his eyes slightly before glaring at the shinigami as Christian brought the death note over toward Dachi so he could erase the names on the page. Dachi held the eraser shakily as he started to erase Matsuda's name and then Sato's. The names were gone from the death note and Christian and Dachi held their breath, waiting for them to come back…wanting to know if they were alive or not.

Christian started to get worried after a few seconds and walked over near Matsuda. He placed his ear to Matsuda's chest, wondering if there was a heartbeat. He didn't hear anything for another few seconds and pulled away. Was something wrong? Shouldn't they be awake by now? But his thoughts were soon interrupted by a sharp intake of breath as Matsuda opened his eyes; Sato soon did the same. The men felt a small pain, for the first minute or so of their heart beating…it was a strange feeling to experiance once it had stopped.

Dachi let out a loud sigh of relief as the two men looked over at him. Sato was still slightly angry at him, but when he saw the condition he was in, he gasped softly. He was about to say something but Matsuda beat him to it, "Oh my god! Dachi!" He yelled out as he scrambled to get out of his bed, stumbling slightly, regaining the feeling of using his legs. Matsuda was scared as he gazed at Dachi's condition. "Dachi, you need to go to a hospital!"

Dachi shook his head, "I don't have the time, Matsuda. Not right now…" He said before smiling softly at him, "I'll be okay, I promise." He said. Matsuda's face still held worry, as Dachi picked up the death note and was about to erase his name when Zellogi chuckled in obvious amusement, "I wouldn't do that if I were you, Dachi." The Shinigami said.

Dachi laid the eraser next to his name and looked up over at Zellogi in question, "Now what?" There was irritation in Dachi's voice as Zellogi chuckled and replied, "Remember the rules."

Dachi furrowed his brows and asked, "What's that suppose to mean?"

"I told you that you can only erase the names of people who you have written and have died from the Death Note." Said Zellogi as everyone remained focused on the shinigami. Dachi spoke with frustration in his voice, "So? I wrote my own name down, meaning I can erase it."

"No, you can't. You can only erase those who have died from the Death Note. You, Dachi Serrano, are still breathing." Zellogi's statement brought shock into everyone's eyes as he continued, "You can't erase your name until your dead and by then...Well, it'll be too late. If you were to erase it now, you would kill yourself in the next 40 seconds. And if you were to have someone else erase your name, well, same result; death."

The notebook slid out of Dachi's hands as he looked and Zellogi and asked, "You mean...I just forfeit my life?" Zellogi chuckled as he nodded his head and replied, "You had practically two years to live, but you decided to bring both Sato and Matsuda back. Taking a year off your remaining life. Meaning now you have a little less then a year before you die."

Christian looked at Dachi for a moment in fear before looking over at Zellogi with tears in his eyes. "You're no angel..."

Zellogi chuckled, "I've told you that repeatedly. Still, you didn't believe me." The shinigami shrugged, "It's not my job to protect any of you…I'm on no ones side." After that was said the room grew deathly silent; only the sobs of Matsuda could be heard as the rest of the men cried in, mostly, silence. The air was thick with pain and heartache.

Dachi stared down at his lap in disbelief; the pain of the gun shot wounds seemed nothing compared to this. Sato was turned away from him, his mouth covered as tears poured down his face. Matsuda was on his knees and leaned over Dachi; his tears hit his pants and where blood didn't stain him, tears did. Christian glared at the shinigami hatefully through tear-lined eyes and stained cheeks.

Matsuda coughed, chocking slightly in his hysteria. Dachi was going to die…there was no way to reverse it; he didn't even have a year left with them. How were they going to get through this? There was no way…no way at all that Matsuda, or Sato, could even imagine living on without him. Though Sato had his differences with his father…he was still his father. Dachi had still saved him from living on the streets as a child and raised him as his own.

"Oh God…please no…" Matsuda's pathetic plea was in a broken whisper that was only loud enough for Dachi to make out.

Dachi let the information run it's course through his mind before he smiled bitterly and replied, "And I didn't even get to catch the bad guy. heh, pathetic." Dachi spoke as if he was mocking himself, telling him he was a fool for almost every action he had done.

"Fix this!" Shouted Christian as he stood from the bed and stared at the shinigami in anger. "It can't be fixed. Once a name is written in the Death Note, a death must occur." Said Zellogi as Sato's body collapsed to the floor. His gasps and cries were too painful for him to conceal any longer.

"It's all right, Christian." Dachi whispered as he looked away from his lap and over towards the shinigami. "We all have a death to pay. Mine will just come sooner than expected."

Matsuda's cries got louder as he leaned his head down on Dachi's waist, gripping to his pants as tears continued to flow from his eyes. Dachi rested a hand on the back of Matsuda's head and spoke in a bitter tone once again.

"Looks like Kira won this round as well."

Matsuda shook his head. He didn't want to believe Dachi was going to die as quickly as he was…Where would Dachi be after he died? He had used the death note…he wouldn't be able to go to neither heaven nor hell, nothing. That would be his after life…nothingness; Matsuda had remembered Ryuk saying it would happen…he remembered reading the rules. It made his heart ache even more, the weight in his chest becoming unbearable, knowing that Dachi's afterlife, or lack of, would not be peaceful…no…just lonely.

Matsuda's knuckles had become white as he clenched onto Dachi's shirt, the tears never once slowing in the least. Sato had joined Matsuda in hysterics; it seemed like the boy didn't have a chance to breathe with his sobbing. Christian had slid to the floor; his hands covered his eyes as he sobbed into them. Dachi felt his eyes prick with his own tears, but he didn't want to let them out…he had to try to be strong and comfort them…he had to do something to ease the growing pain in his heart, watching them mourn over his becoming death.

Dachi ran a hand through Matsuda's hair soothingly, trying to get the man's sobs to slow. He couldn't help but let a few tears slide down his own face. Though Dachi wanted to be strong he was only human and too, feared death. He feared the unknown…though…he knew what was to happen to him. "Shhhh, come on guys." He cooed softly, but loud enough for the men to hear. Dachi's bitterness had died down, for now; replaced with the need to try and make the people he cared about not as sad for him. He wasn't exactly sure as what to say to them; he wasn't sure if any amount of words…amount of anything…could calm them or reassure himself.

"I hate seeing so many sad faces." Said Dachi as he quickly wiped away his own tears and lifted Matsuda's face gently; allowing him to look into his eyes. Dachi smiled reassuringly as he continued, "Where's that smile I always loved? Where's my happy-go-lucky Matsu?"

Matsuda looked at Dachi in pain. The young agent remembered the first time when Dachi had shown a sign of consideration towards him, he told him, 'Besides, I like the happy Matsu better, so smile, please?'

It stung Matsuda's heart thinking of the past. He met Dachi just because he was posing as the new L and he knew the man was going to be tough and diligent, but he never expected to fall in love with the man.

"All of you...Please don't cry over me. I don't want to remember the sadness I brought everyone." Dachi cupped Matsuda's cheeks and continued with a soothing voice. "Just smile for me."

Matsuda couldn't help it and gave into the man; he let out a small smile. Dachi smiled in return, "See, that's better. Matsu's smile is beautiful. Can I see more of it?" Dachi asked. Talking had calmed the man, the other two started to slow their sobs as well. Matsuda's smile grew even wider; he couldn't deny Dachi what he wanted. The man he loved didn't even have a year to live and if all he wanted was Matsuda to smile; then he couldn't find it within himself to deprive Dachi of that. Everything for Dachi and his happiness.

Dachi's smile widened, "That's what I like to see," He said and kissed Matsuda lovingly on the forehead. Matsuda leaned upward and captured Dachi's lips for a mere second in a heart-filled kiss. He pulled away and his smile remained on his face; Matsuda stood from his spot, though it took all of his willpower, "I'm going to go get a few things; I can treat your wounds, Dachi."

Dachi smiled at Matsuda softly and nodded his head. Matsuda walked out of the room and once he closed the door Dachi glanced at the figures on the floor. The hysteria had stopped, but the soft cries still continued. "Sato;" Dachi said, deciding to calm him further next. "Why don't you come up here with me…please?"

Sato slowly pulled himself to his feet before turning in the direction Dachi was in. Sato's soft brown eyes were glossed over from his tears as he tried to pass Dachi an angry look. "Y-You...Without a word...You killed me." Sato tried to hold in his cries as he shook his head in frustration.

"You killed me...And yet, I still cry for you!" Shouted Sato, showing that he was having a hard time understanding his own feelings for Dachi. Without another word Sato quickly crawled himself over towards Dachi and hugged him around his waist tightly, digging his head against the man's chest.

"I hate you!" cried Sato as violent cries began to shake his body. "Everything you've done! Just to be a hero! And now this!" Sato brought his hands up to Dachi's chest as he shoved the man slightly before burying his face again. "I hate you." The last sentence was broken in fractions by Sato's uncontrollable tears. It was obvious, the boy was afraid to lose his father and released anger in order to mourn for him.

Dachi placed his hands on the back of Sato's head softly; he didn't want to scare off the confused boy who was sobbing uncontrollably on his chest. He ran his fingers through Sato's hair and placed his nose to the top of his head, burying his face into Sato's hair. "Sato…" Dachi said, holding back his tears; "I love you Sato, with my whole being. You're my son…all I want is your happiness and protection." Dachi said the words with love; love and sincerity. "I love you, Sato." He repeated the words, cooing them softly to the boy.

Sato heard the truth in his father's words. That's all there was in them; truth. His sobs grew as he thought of the words. The hate in his body had started to diminish, but the sadness in his heart did not subside in the slightest; "But…" Sato choked out, "If you're not here with me…then I won't be happy. I can't be happy…I need you." Sato buried his face deeper into Dachi's chest. Though Sato's heart beat so quickly in his chest it seemed as if it was going to bust, it felt like just a dead weight, holding him down.

"Sato…I will always be here for you. Whenever you need me…I'll be there. Even if you don't think I am, I'll always be with you. As long as I'm in your heart, I'm alive." Dachi moved one of the hands from Sato's back and moved it toward his back. The words were cliche, but, what else could he do? He rubbed Sato's back in a soothing manner, knowing it calmed him ever since he was a child. "Promise?" Sato questioned as his sobs started to slow, even if it was just a little, and he moved his head so that his ear was pressed against Dachi's chest. He was listening to the man's heartbeat in a steady rhythm, calming him a little further.

"I promise." Dachi said with a soft smile on his face, though Sato didn't see it.

Christian watched the sight in sadness before he laid his head against the ground and closed his eyes. It had been a long time since he had lived in the dark. It was strange; in a way, he missed it. Seeing all this pain, it tore his heart.

"So, what about Light?" Asked Zellogi, interested to see what Dachi's plan was. The older man looked over at the shinigami and replied, "I'll hunt him down until I breathe my last breath."

Sato clutched onto Dachi tighter as he lifted his head and looked at Dachi in question. "Was he with Mikami?" Asked Sato; the question barely above a whisper. Dachi looked at Sato regretfully as he replied, "Yes."

"Did he say anything about me?" Asked Sato. Dachi was shocked for a moment. Sato didn't seem to be at all surprised to hear that Light had all along been with Mikami, still acting as Kira. Instead, all Sato wanted to know was if Light had mentioned anything about him. Anything at all.

This was the moment Dachi had been searching for; for so long. His moment to shatter any feelings Sato had for Light, to bring heartbreak between the two. He could have mentioned that Sato was the reason for Light making a name for him, or that Sato was a Kira supporter, or even that Sato was happy when L died and Kira won.

In the end, Dachi lied. "He said...Keep the ring. A gift from God..." Dachi looked away, hating the thought that he didn't tarnish the appearance of Light in Sato's eyes. Though, in Dachi's opinion, Sato didn't deserve anymore heartbreak.

Sato leaned his head against Dachi's chest again and looked at the ring on his hand. He let a small smile of remembrance come across his face before letting it disappear again. Oh, how he loved his God.

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My poor Dachi...T_T...and poor Mika!

This is not the ending. It may seem like it, but it's not. I still have a few more chapters for you guys. ^^