Title: Heaven
Anime: Death Note
Pairing: Mikami/Misa
Rating: MATURE
Warning(s): Sacriligious themes, detailed murder, sex... etc.
Dark. Empty. Nothingness.
So this was Mu, was it? The former disciple of Kira let a sigh slip from between his lips. How long had he been there? How long had he been forced to "live" in this limbo? It had been so many years, Mikami Teru had lost count.
Though... it was not Hell. And he was never in any real "pain". Sure, at first, it had been bad. Trapped alone, with the freshness of his own death and his last images of "God" replaying again and again in his mind. He had nearly gone insane from the weight of it all. But, now.. he had gotten used to it.
Mu was not simply a black abyss, like many souls imagine it. Actually, it was a city. A city in ruins. Barren streets enclosed by grey, decrepit buildings made up the place. Streetlights that never seemed to work lined the roads. His feet had led him through the ruins more times than he could even imagine. Every time, he'd tried to open the doors to the various buildings. Each time, he'd failed. He supposed that was just another one of the "quirks" of this place.
Teru's eyes stared into the darkness, not really seeing. He was perched on the stoop of a crumbling apartment complex, leaning gently against the brick of the wall.
His mind began to wander dangerously, as it often did in these times of twisted serenity. Reels of his life began to run in his mind. The way he would fold his clothes in a precise, orderly manner. The way his muscles stopped being sore after he'd been to the gym. The fresh, clean smell of his pillow case when he first woke up in the morning.
He remembered how much he'd loved his job. He was finally able to put criminals-
(In Hell)
-in jail. Where they belonged.
That was, until-
(Kami!)
Until-
(Kami! KAMI, WHY?!)
Teru took in a ragged breath and placed his palms on either side of his forehead. Not again, PLEASE not again. He tried to block the flashbacks from his mind, tried to rid himself of the filth that he was and the vulgarity he had blindly served back then.
Slowly, slowly, the images faded, leaving only a dim light and a dull headache. He reveled in the neutrality of his surroundings. For once, the darkness was calming, pleasant even.
And, naturally, it would be at that point in time when a light would appear. At first, he didn't notice the growing color cast onto the ground. A gasp escaped him as his eyes found the source of the miracle he hadn't seen since he'd died... a streetlamp. The one closest to him, right there on the corner. In disbelief, he staggered towards it, wanting -no, needing- to believe that this wasn't simply an illusion. That there really was hope of some sort of happiness in this place...
When he approached the lamp, down the street, another came on. Then another, and another. Teru's stumbling pace quickened to the point where he was running, his arms swinging like a madman's, a look of desperacy melted onto his features.
The lights grew brighter and brighter as he passed them, each making him more and more anxious. Where did they lead? Did they go anywhere? Why now? How?
(Do you really want to know?)
He was brought to an abrupt stop as he rounded the corner.
(KAMI!)
In his view stood a church. It wasn't rotting and battered like all the other buildings here. It was the exact opposite. It stood tall and brightly lit, as if it was mocking the rest of the city.
(Mocking him.)
He took hold of the handle of one of the large, ornate doors and paused. Would it even open for-
(A murderer?)
-someone like him? He gave a hard yank, closing his eyes to pray for some kind of warmth inside. Some kind of heaven...
(KAMI!)
He dropped to his knees inside of the door.
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A/N: Eh.. Thanks to all of those who have read and (hopefully!) will continue reading this fic. =D Sometimes I need a bit of motivation, though, so reviews are a really big help! Thanks!
Also, sorry this is kinda short. The other chapters will be longer, I promise! n___n