The sound of a phone ringing cut through the chatter of the Japanese Task Force. Light Yagami pulled his phone into his hand and answered it swiftly. "Hello?"
"Light, it's me." Misa Amane's voice sounded over the other end of the line, high pitched but not as shrill as usual.
Light sighed in mild frustration at his fiancée. "Misa, we've been over this. If you have to talk to me at work you need to send me an e-mail."
"I need you to come home for dinner tonight. We need to talk about something important."
His face showed no emotion besides his exasperation. "Can it wait?"
"No." Her voice was sharp, not like her usual sound at all. "Dinner. Tonight."
He knew better than to argue when she was this serious. The only thing that could make her this serious was if something had gone wrong in their operation.
"Okay. I'll be home as soon as I can, alright?"
"Okay. Thank you."
"Bye."
"Bye."
Light hung up the phone and set it aside. Without so much as a pause, he went straight back to his work, thinking of what might have gone wrong in their plan. The worry never showed on his face, but it did exist in a very small margin of his brain. What on earth was he going to do?
When it got to a reasonable time for him to stop, he politely told his fellow task force members he was going home. They'd all begun preparing to do the same, anyways. There were a few murmured goodbyes. Light didn't pay much mind to it other than saying it perfunctorily to everyone in the room before heading out the door as calmly as he could manage. When he was certain he wasn't being followed, he broke into a sprint. He only slowed down when he reached the hall of their apartment, and caught his breath. He felt cramping in his thighs despite the athletics he used to do, but it was what he got for running as long as he did. Now that the adrenaline rush was beginning to subside, he needed to go sit down.
Opening the door, he was surprised to see Dinner set out on their table, and Misa seated in her chair, looking uncharacteristically cowed. Something was terribly wrong. He shut the door behind him, left his bag by the door, and went straight to his chair, fearful of just how bad whatever had happened had been.
"What happened." The words were a command for her to tell him, not even a question.
"It has nothing to do with the Kira case." She said, wanting to quell his fear. She knew that was the first thing he'd think.
Light let out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding. "Then why did you call me? You should have emailed me."
"This isn't exactly something you talk about in an email, Light. It's something that needs to be done face to face."
Something about the way she said that raised a red flag in his mind. He leaned forward a little in his chair. "What is it, Misa?"
She looked at him, eyes full of fear and a vulnerability he couldn't understand. He waited for her to say something, but she seemed so afraid to speak that she didn't, and he tried prompting her. She tended to respond well to touch. He reached out, touched her hand. "Did someone hurt you?"
"No. Nothing like that." She said, shaking her head.
"I don't understand why you're not talking to me, Misa. It's not like you."
"Because I'm scared."
"Why are you scared?"
"Of what you'll say, or think about what I have to tell you."
"You've never been afraid of that before."
"I've never been in a situation like this before." She said, taking in a breath and turning to look into his eyes. It took all of her courage to say those next words from her mouth. "Light… I'm pregnant."
His eyes widened in shock and he sucked in a breath as though the words had punched him in the gut. That hadn't been anywhere in the realm of what he had anticipated she could have to say to him. An errant thought flitted through his mind that yes, she was right that that shouldn't have been in an email. This was definitely a conversation needed to be had in person.
Misa, unaware of his thoughts, hurried on with an explanation. The words came out like verbal vomit. "The condom from last month that broke? That was when it happened. I never expected this to happen and I didn't mean for it to. I know you have to work hard to make our world perfect, and I don't want to burden you any more than I have to. I understand if you're angry with me. I'm sorry."
But he wasn't angry. At least, not yet. The shock of the bombshell of a statement had yet to be broken. Misa was pregnant with his child.
Misa was pregnant with his child.
Something in him switched in that moment. Suddenly, he thought about his ideas of justice, what a perfect world had meant to him. A world free of criminals, a safer place to live. But he'd never factored a child of his into that equation. He'd always assumed that after taking on the role of God, he would marry Misa for how well she obeyed him, and it would be just the two of them. He'd never imagined the possibility of the three of them being a family.
But…
If they were a family, if they had a baby, he could instruct that child in the way of Kira. He would have an heir. Someone to take over as the omniscient God of the new world when his time had come. Kira could rule forever because of that child. Light could groom that child to be his successor.
He thought this through so quickly that not even a minute passed before he spoke.
"We're having a baby?" He asked her, smiling a little.
She was a little surprised at the sight of his smile, but nodded.
He got up from the table, pulled her into his arms and gave her the biggest, most passionate kiss of his life. "I have never loved you more than I do right now. Because of this, Kira will never die."
"You're not angry?" She asked, more than a bit stunned.
"How could I be angry? We're having a baby, bringing new life into the world, and we're going to make sure that that world is perfect so that our child grows up knowing no fear or violence. Our child will inherit a never-ending dynasty of Godship. Misa, because of this we can't fail. We have a more important reason guiding us now." He said, imagining the concept genuinely for the first time and grinning like mad.
Misa looked as though she were about to cry with joy. "Really?"
"Really." He promised.
Misa fell into his arms, sobbing out her relief. "I'm so happy to hear you say that! I was so scared that you'd be angry with me and I would cause something to go wrong in your plan and then it would be my fault that justice didn't win."
"No, Misa." He said, rubbing her back. "Because of you, because of us, justice will win."
She fell limp in his embrace, and he hugged her until she straightened herself. Then, crouching down, he wrapped two hands around her waist and kissed her flat stomach.
The legacy of Kira had begun.