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Mikami closed the Death Note that was in his hands and placed the pen into his back pocket. He pushed his rimmed glasses closer to his face as his black strands of hair fell a little past his clavicle. The extensions were out, but Mikami wanted to grow his own hair out. He liked it that way and more importantly, so did Light.

Teru turned and placed the Death Note into the briefcase that was on a small working table. As he placed the notebook inside he pulled out a newspaper and shut the briefcase; locking it tight. Mikami stared at the paper, trying to read the writing, but couldn't due to the poor lighting in the warehouse he was in.

Mikami pulled his wrist near his face, seeing what time it was. 11:15PM. A small sigh escaped Mikami as he held the newspaper in one hand and the briefcase in the other before making his way out of the warehouse. The man looked around the area, taking in the smell of the ocean as he stood near one of the pier docks.

The sight of the ocean, the smell, the breeze, and the moonlight on the waters, it all reminded him of the time Light saved him. He promised before that, that he would return to him; and he did. Light never broke a promise. He told Mikami he would come fore him when being held captive by Near, he said he would see him again after being captured by Dachi, He said Mikami wouldn't die by Dachi's hands; that he was going to live. But most importantly, he said as his angel, he already had his love and would continue to keep it.

Yes, God...No, Light kept his word. He truly was a savior.

Mikami sat the briefcase on the ground at his side, waiting for the trade. But as he did, he couldn't help but to think on Light. Teru brought his hand up the his chest and caressed his collarbone through the silk material; feeling the small scar that Light had come to love so much. Light always referred to it as Mikami's 'beauty mark'.

The man smiled at the thought as he let his hand fall to his side and lift the paper up near his face. Mikami was able to read the paper much easier with a faint streetlamp not too far in front of him.

'Defeat of L.', 'The beginning of the new world.', 'Kira's followers proven right.', '95% of main criminals killed by Kira.'. Each headline made Mikami smile. Kira was the new God to this world. Everyone knew the world was changing and Kira was their new God. They knew evil would pay and innocence would live. It was in their reach. Their utopia.

Mikami continued to read the newspaper article in front of him. He readjusted his glasses as his brown eyes tried to focus on the words as the streetlamp flickered. It was quiet, as Mikami waited for the man to show up. He just wanted this to go as Light planned; smoothly. Suddenly, the streetlamp went out; Mikami sighed in annoyance. It was too much to ask for some light to read by while he waited.

Mikami folded the newspaper in half and placed in down by his side when suddenly the lamp flickered on once again. Mikami almost rolled his eyes in irritation, when he heard faint footsteps drawing closer. He straightened his posture as he glanced around him, knowing who was coming. The shadows around one of the warehouses in front of him distorted slightly as a figure stepped from the shadows.

Mikami watched as the young man walked toward him. A small red glimmer emitted from one of his fingers as the ring he was wearing hit the light from the streetlamp perfectly. Sato placed his hands in his jacket pockets as he stepped closer to Mikami.

Sato's footsteps made faint tapping sounds against the cement until he was a few steps away from Mikami. They stared at each other for a moment, this was the first time either one of them got a good look at each other. Mikami couldn't help but to notice the similarities between the two.

Though Sato was much shorter then Mikami and younger, their features weren't far from each other. Both of them had pale skin, raven colored hair and chocolate eyes. If Makami didn't known any better, he would have assumed Light may have took an interest in the boy not just because he was Dachi's son, but perhaps for the other reason that Sato may have reminded Light of Mikami.

"You brought the Death Note?" Asked Mikami as he lifted the briefcase that was at his side. Sato nodded his head and asked forcefully, "Where's Light? He said I could see him."

Mikami glared at the boy, he knew Sato had devotion to Light. He loved Light for the person he was and the God he had become, but something about that ate at Mikami's heart. Truth was, Mikami despised Sato, but he didn't waste much emotion on him. It wasn't needed.

"You and I are to make the trade." Said Mikami as Sato shook his head in anger and shouted, "Light said I would get to talk to him! I want to see Light!"

Mikami narrowed his eyes when suddenly he heard his cell phone ring. Mikami quickly pulled it out of his jacket pocket and answered the phone.

"Bring him up." Was all the voice said as the call ended. Mikami quickly put the phone back in it's rightful place as he glanced behind Sato and stared at a window that was four stories high from the ground. Mikami couldn't see Light, but he knew he was there. The man nodded his head as he focused on Sato and smirked slightly, "Fine. I'll take you to him."

Sato smiled in satisfaction as Mikami turned and started to walk from him. He knew that he had to follow the older man and hurried along to catch up with his brisk pace. Mikami walked into a building; from what Sato could tell, it was just an old, dilapidated factory. The floors were concrete, and the paint on the metal walls were peeling and rusted. The ground had dark outlines where, Sato guessed, machinery used to be and a few large crates were stacked in random spots across the room.

Sato saw stairs, though he wasn't sure how safe they could be after the years had gone by. He kept his cool and remained calm; he just wanted to see Light again. He was about to head for the stairs when he heard Mikami clear his throat. Sato turned around, and saw Mikami standing in a relatively clean elevator, briefcase in one hand, newspaper in other, with one eyebrow arched perfectly in question at the boy.

Sato could feel himself almost blush from embarrassment, but held it down. He felt he shouldn't do it around Mikami; he held up a wall that was colder than ice toward him. But it wasn't as if Sato cared; he didn't care what Mikami thought of him. He was just happy to once again be able to see Light. Sato quickly made his way into the elevator, though a little nervous that it might crash, and stood as far away from Mikami as was possible in the small space. When Sato walked in, Mikami pressed the button to the fourth floor and the elevator started to rise, a tense silence falling between the two men.

Sato peeked every once in a while through the corner of his eyes over at Mikami. Truth was, he was always jealous of Mikami's position, being the right hand man of God; being the one person Light depended on and called upon for any need. Sato was determined to take that position. He would prove to Light, he was more valuable then Mikami, much more valuable. Plus, he loved Light.

The elevator soon reached the fourth floor and opened, allowing the two men to step out and glance around; taking in their surroundings. Sato realized the whole fourth floor was just one huge open room, machines throughout the area except one corner of the building. It was a closed off office room, the windows had been covered with dirt and grime over the course of time. Sato couldn't see into the office, but knew that was where he was meant to go since Mikami walked towards the office.

Sato followed and watched him open the door and walk into the office. Sato held his breath as he stepped into the office and caught sight of Light standing with his back facing the two of them, gazing out a broken window that looked down on the area Sato and Mikami were when they had been outside.

Mikami placed the briefcase on the old desk in front of them and looked over at Light, waiting for a demand. "Thank you, Teru. Now if you would excuse us." Light turned and smiled over towards Sato. "Sato and I have some private matters to discuss."

Mikami nodded his head and replied, "Yes, sir." And with that, Mikami left the room, closing the door behind him. Sato looked at Light with pleading eyes as he whispered, "Please tell me you'll keep your word."

"I always do, Sato." Said Light as he walked towards the desk, the large piece of furniture sitting between the two men. Light quickly unlocked the briefcase and opened it up before pulling out a piece of paper.

"Where's the Death Note?" Asked Light as Sato quickly unzipped his jacket and pulled the Death Note out. He showed it to Light as the older man smiled, Sato had done everything, just for a simple trade.

Light placed one hand out, waiting for the Death Note as his other hand was placed in front of Sato as well. This one, still holding a piece of paper in front of Sato's face.

"Is that the original?" Asked Sato as Light nodded and smiled kindly. "I'm not going to play any tricks on you, Sato. After all, I think it's noble of you. You're serving two purposes with one action. You are handing the Death Note over to Kira and in return...Your father lives."

Sato nodded his head and placed the Death Note into Light's hand, still keeping his hand on it as he grabbed the bottom of Dachi's birth certificate. All at once, Sato let go of the Death Note and Light let go of the birth certificate so the trade was completed.

Sato looked at his watch and found that it was 11:47; just a little less than fifteen minutes before Dachi would no longer be alive. Sato quickly set the birth certificate onto the large oak desk. He glanced up at Light, but the man did nothing to object to what he was doing. Why would he? He had given Sato his word, and the birth certificate was his now. Sato took out two small baggies from his jacket pockets. In one clear bag there was a small bottle of white-out, and a glue stick. In the other bag, kept separate for safety, held two long stripes of paper, clean and looking as if they had never been touched before.

Sato took the white out from the bag and carefully whited-out 'Dachi Serrano.' He took the one small strip of paper from the bag at a time; gluing them both on carefully, perfectly. He didn't want anything to happen because he had made a stupid mistake. Light watched Sato carefully work, but said not a word; he knew that the man wanted to make sure he was able to save the man he called 'Father' from death.

Sato pulled away from the birth certificate, gazing down at the new name, 'Katsu Nakayama.' Sato was quiet a moment. He looked at his watch, "11:52," he said quietly, still a bit nervous as to whether or not it would work.

Light smiled as he placed the Death Note he was just given into the briefcase; locking it as he pushed it aside slightly. "You did it, Sato. You saved your father and have handed me the last Death Note. Tell me, was it worth it?" Light asked softly, wanting to see the boy's reaction.

Sato left the birth certificate on the desk, not wanting to move it before it dried. The young man looked at Light with sad eyes as he asked, "Did you ever love me, Light?"

Light's smile softened as he replied, "You amaze me, Sato. All this time and you still have emotions for me...or is it for Kira?"

Sato quickly shook his head and replied, "I love you. The choices you have made in your life. The way you see things. What you have become."

"Because it's wrong to love Kira. It's wrong to be near the God who kills criminals for the better of this world. It's a turn on for you." Said Light as he smirked down at Sato and narrowed his eyes in amusement. "You get off thinking your being a bad boy by being around me, right? No one wants you around me. So, if I fuck you, you think that'll prove everyone wrong. Then what Sato? After I've screwed you, then what? Will you still love me?" Asked Light, watching Sato stare at Light in shock. In his wildest dreams, he would have never thought of Light speaking with such a vulgar choice of words.

"In the end, I'm a toy for you to get off on, aren't I?" Asked Light, acting as if he were angry. Truth was, he was just screwing with the boy. Seeing what his response would be.

Mikami was silent as he sat in a chair that was just outside the office, able to hear every word that was being said. Teru smirked, 'Let's see your love for Light now.' thought Mikami as he pushed his glasses against his face again.

Sato stayed silent in fear. He was scared of Light and didn't know what to say, or how to react in the situation at hand. He had never seen Light this way. Never heard such anger in the man's voice or seen it in his eyes.

What could he say? Sato was scared that any sound he uttered might make Light even angrier with him. His throat felt tight and his heart beat faster in his chest. He should just tell the truth, right? He shouldn't lie…but what was the truth? With Light's statement Sato became unsure of himself and his thoughts. He was frozen, and looked to the ground, breaking eye contact with Light, unable to keep the hard gaze.

The room was deathly silent. Light had to admit, his acting hadn't gone rusty at all since the last time he saw the boy and the feeling of anger emitted in the room and bounced off the walls. Mikami leaned backward in his chair slightly, getting closer to the office, not wanting to miss a single thing as he smirked in amusement.

"So, in a sense, you used me." Said Light as he slowly walked around the desk, making his way towards Sato. Sato shook his head in fear as he took a step back, "Never! I would never have used you! Light...I truly care for you." Sato said, believing his own words.

"A minute ago you said you loved me, now you only care for me? Call me crazy Sato, but, I don't believe you." Said Light as he walked closer to Sato, cornering the boy into a corner that was on the opposite side of the office as to where the door was.

"Light...Please." Sato begged in fear, afraid of Light's anger. Light smirked in an amused manner as he asked, "Sato. I'm tired of playing games. I want honesty. Tell me, what is it you think you feel?"

Sato looked at Light in silence, seeing less anger in his eyes and more amusement then anything else. "I...I love you, Light. I want to be with you." Whispered Sato as Light smirked and replied, "Tell me exactly what you want, Sato."

Sato was silent for a moment as he stood up straight, acting as if he no longer had any fear for Light. "I want to help you. I want to be your right hand man. I want to be able to help Kira and at the same time, love you, Light, as a person. I want to be your everything. I want to be the one to help you succeed." Sato paused as he glanced at the door and then back at Light, now speaking firmly, "I want to replace Mikami."

Mikami's eyes widened before narrowing in hate. The little brat was trying to erase Mikami completely. He wanted him out of the picture.

Light chuckled at the statement as he replied, "Mikami has the eyes. He's more of a value then you'll ever be...Or are you saying, you would make the trade with Zellogi?"

Sato swallowed the lump in his throat as he spoke firmly and confidently, "Yes." He said as Light smirked.

Hearing the statement, Mikami's eyes grew wide as anger coursed through his body. He really hated this kid. Wanting to hear more, though restraining himself from barging into the room and kicking Sato's ass, Mikami tipped further in his chair…a bit too far. The chair started to fall backwards slowly, and Mikami struggled to try and turn it upright, but it was too late. The chair hit the floor, taking Mikami down with it. The lawyer's back his the ground first, absorbing most of the impact, but his head wasn't too far behind.

"Eh? Owwww…" Mikami groaned out in pain as he laid on the cold ground for a moment, letting the dizziness wear off of him. He knew that he wasn't bleeding, but a small part of the back of his head would be tender for the next few days. Mikami figured that it was punishment for eavesdropping…but it didn't mean he liked the brat anymore than before. It seemed that his hate for the kid only grew.

Light turned slightly from where he stood, able to hear Mikami's pain from the other side of the office wall. A small chuckle escaped Light's throat as he turned back towards Sato and asked, "You really want to strip half of your life away just to replace Mikami?"

Sato nodded his head as Light smiled, loving this feud that was happening between these two men. "What makes you better then Mikami? Or better yet, what makes Mikami incompetent for the role as my angel?"

Sato took in the word, angel. Light titled his right hand man an angel. Sato wanted that, more then anything. "Because you and I have a connection." Said Sato as Light raised an eyebrow and asked, "Do we?"

Sato placed his hand out and showed Light the ring. A soft smile came over Light's face as he gazed over the ring. "If you had such a strong connection with Mikami, you would have given him this instead of me." Sato stated confidently as Light laughed in amusement and asked, "All right...Let's say I believe you. You love me and you will do what it takes to help Kira become the God of this new world...Then you would have no problem sharing me, correct?"

Sato looked at Light in shock as the young God smirked and replied, "After all, a God must care to more then just one person's needs...Right?"

Sato was quiet for a moment in deep thought. Did he truly love Light so much as to share him with…another man? Light smirked; he predicted the answer out of Sato's mouth. There was no way that he was going to 'allow' him to be shared with the two men. "Tell me, Sato. It shouldn't take long if you know your true feelings."

Mikami had gotten up from the floor and was pressed against the door; his hand on the handle and his ear pressed against the door firmly. This wasn't part of the plan, was it? There was no way Light was going to replace him…or even share…right? Mikami was filled with anger, but none of it was toward Light. No; it would be wrong to be mad at the man, he had allowed Mikami so much and given him everything he could have ever asked for. It was that brat…that spoiled kid that was the problem. He should have left long ago and Mikami was getting sick of hearing his voice.

Sato looked up and met Light's gaze with a confident one, ready to answer, "Yes, I would be willing to share you."

Light was shocked at the answer, but didn't allow any of it to register on his face or in his eyes. His amusement grew greatly; he knew that Mikami wasn't very happy right now.

"Mikami, come in." Said Light as Sato watched the door open, Mikami entering the room before closing the door behind him. To be honest, Sato felt intimidated being around two men who seemed superior and taller then him. He only feared Mikami because of his height, but would never admit it. But Light, there was something about him. It feared Sato, but made him curious at the same time.

Mikami came up to the two men, standing next to Light and staring at Sato with a death glare. Daring him to say something to him. Sato watched in silence as Light smirked at the cowering boy and broke the silence. "Mikami, take off your shirt."

Teru quickly looked at Light in confusion and slight shock. "I'm sorry?" He asked, not sure if he heard Light correctly. "Take off your shirt, Teru." Light restated, this time using the man's first name. He turned his head and Mikami slowly nodded his head.

Mikami stripped off his jacket and slowly did the same with his shirt until both pieces of fabric were on the floor. Mikami felt embarrassed, being demanded in such a way in front of Sato, but he loved Light and trusted him with his heart and body. He had never done him wrong yet.

Light stepped closer to Mikami and grazed one of his hands on Mikami's chest, moving up to his collarbone where his 'beauty mark' stared at Sato.

"This is a representation of acceptance. A mark you must earn. Mikami has proven true loyalty to me, Sato. He's a hard candidate to defeat in loyalty." Said Light as Sato narrowed his eyes towards the lawyer and replied, "Give me a chance to be loyal and I will prove it to you."

Light smirked sinisterly as he replied, "Now, in order for us to work accordingly, you two must learn to accept one another. If you love me, then you love each other."

Light pulled his hand away from Mikami and gripped onto Sato and pulled him closer. Sato was held close against Light's body as he whispered, "You must love me entirely. But before you can get close to God, you must become close with his angel." Light quickly pulled Sato away from his body and pushed him towards Mikami.

Sato tripped and leaned his body on Mikami's chest for balance. the young man quickly backed away, not wanting to touch the man's flesh, but Light pushed him a few times in a gentle manner, forcing him to keep his hands on Mikami's chest.

"You can't love me until you love my angel...because my angel holds all my love and trust. You must prove to him your love for me. Prove you are loyal." Light smirked at the scene as he finished, "In the end, the decision is up to my angel."

Mikami looked down at the boy who was touching his chest. Sato's head barely reached Mikami's chin, and he had to look up at the man. Mikami didn't know what to do. There was a part of him that would love to see this brat in pain, writhing underneath him. But there was another part inside Mikami; though he was Light's angel…he didn't want anyone else to touch Light. He knew he shouldn't think that way, but he couldn't help but be slightly possessive of the person he cared for and loved most.

Light took a few steps back until he reached the chair behind the desk. He sat down and crossed his legs so that his ankle rested on his knee. He saw the contemplation in Mikami's eyes as he gazed at Sato. Mikami's eyes flickered from Sato to Light, question still present in them. Light leaned forward so that his elbows were propped upright on the large desk and laced his fingers together. Light rested his chin on top of his hands, his head slightly at an angle.

"Do as you wish, my angel. There will be no punishment no matter what you decide." Light said calmly. He wanted to see how far Mikami would go, what he would do to Sato.

Mikami nodded his head at Light. He knew Light meant it when he said 'no punishment,' Light always stuck to his word. Mikami thought for a few more moments before his face turned into a smirk and once again looked down at Sato.

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Ohs Noes! Run Sato! XD