A/N: Okay guys chapter one is up as well! Read, enjoy, remember I own nothing. Wish i did, but i dont. So no suing me is okay, okay? ^^)

Chapter One- Recovery

Light felt his eyes open, only barely wondering why they did. The first face he saw was Ryuk's, grinning around a mouthful of apple. "So, Light, you never cease to ease my boredom do you?" He chuckled. Light groaned slightly and took in his surroundings. He was in a hospital room. Why was he in a hospital room? His head felt groggy, but that was probably because of the painkillers they must be feeding him. His previous moments came back to him, as if rushing to him through the touch of a death note. Light lost. It seemed impossible but Light lost. Seeing no one else in the room Light turned to Ryuk.

"So… why am I here?" It seemed the only thing he could ask.

"Siddoh." Ryuk replied. Light's cold stare prompted the shinigami to explain further, "Siddoh controlled Aizawa to call an ambulance and then killed him. The other shinigami said that he kept saying that he wanted to 'Thank Light'. The guy was so stupid, he didn't know that by repaying you getting his book back he would die. I went back to the Shinigami realm, so I really didn't see what happened, but it seems that a few of the SPK were not found on the scene, but I don't know who was. Matsuda and Mogi were both there at the scene, but found unconscious. Teru was found dead…"Ryuk stopped, then added, "To be honest, Light, you were supposed to die there in the warehouse." He shrugged, as if to suggest that there were no hard feelings.

Light chuckled to himself, "So the SPK are out there, huh?" he mused.

"They might be, they might not be. Siddoh may have had time before dieing to write their names as well, but the bodies were moved. Or they may be out there. All that means is that you have to be careful Light."

"You know, Ryuk, your concern is almost touching," Light joked. Well it appeared that there was nothing more to do now than to wait and recover.

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His family and Misa came in to visit him quite often while he recovered. Light managed to get Misa to get the notebook back, and burn the one that Teru had, but he forbade her from shortening her life by getting the eyes. He didn't do it out of affection for her, only because shortening her life for a third time didn't seem like a good move for him now. Light began to become restless over the days, planning out ways to find out where the remaining SPK members were.

To his surprise, Matsuda came to see him once. There wasn't much said between the two of them. Only one question that Light found himself unable to answer, "Why?" The question asked it all. Why did so many have to die? Why did Light lie to him? Why did things go so terribly wrong? Why did they put so much of themselves into the case, only to find out that someone they trusted, someone they were fond of, betrayed them. After a few minutes with no response from the boy sitting on the bed, Matsuda walked out shaking his head.

Light didn't know what to do, really. His commitment had left him. Light didn't know if he could bring himself to kill Matsuda anymore. That one single question hit him hard. Light found that through the icy shell he had made around himself, and his sense of God-like aloofness couldn't penetrate this horribly humbling situation.

For the first time, Light realized that it was his fault, not Mello's, that his father was dead. The man he looked up to once upon a time. The person he followed around work as a child going, "When I get big, I'll be the best detective. Like my Daddy!" That person was dead, and Light couldn't sell himself the excuse that it was a needed sacrifice. He couldn't blame it on Mello, on the corrupt society. He couldn't look his mother in the eye, knowing full well that the woman's grief was because of him.

Even on his father's death bed only his plans, killing Mello, mattered. And with his last words his father said that Light wasn't Kira. But did he really mean that? Did his father die happy knowing that his son was not Kira, or was it his father's way of protecting him? Did his father merely use his last moments to make sure that his son wouldn't be investigated and sentenced to execution?

Light didn't know for sure either way, and somehow he felt his steel emotions beginning to give. He just needed to get back to work as God and stop over thinking the situation. He slammed shut the door to his memories and focused only on how to go on to the future.

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Finally recovered, Light went to the new apartment that Misa had rented for them. Now was the time to think about his next move. Acting in any sort of rash manner could put him back where he was, or worse. For now, the only puppet he trusted was Misa. It was thanks to his misjudged loyalty of Mikami he had almost died back there. Misa would do nothing that could possibly harm him, because not only was she loyal to him she loved him as well. The girl practically tried to kill herself for failing to keep him safe. That extreme obsession could prove more useful than even pure loyalty.

Light contacted one of the news stations that were vying for his favor and told them that he had chosen them. He didn't really care anymore which station, as long as they were anything but the cheesy money grubbing Sakura TV. He would have Misa mail them his instructions to broadcast every day.

Since his hospitalization, the world was slowly turning out to be just the way he wanted, which he found partially unsettling considering that the last time everything was going exactly to plan he had almost died. This time he had to keep his eyes open around him. However, the people were proving useful at least. They destroyed the police department, an act of crime that Light accepted as the ends justifying the means for the moment. Matsuda and Mogi were forced to go into hiding to protect themselves, which was all the better for Kira's world, but Light needed to keep a few people out there keeping their eyes on the two detectives. He was loathe to trust puppets but it seemed to keep becoming necessary.

By the sunset of his first day out of the hospital, Kira looked upon his Kingdom. It was a brand new era starting. He was God, and his goddess stood at his right hand, his guardian over his left shoulder, his death note ruling it all. Yes, he would have to plan again, he would have to work things out, but now he knew that the new age was upon them. Kira would reign as a living god. And neither L nor Near nor even Mello could stop it.

A/N: So what do you guys think of it? Give me some feedback, please don't feel bad about being harsh. Does this look like its going somewhere good? Anyone want more of it? -hands out virtual cookies-! Thanks guys!