#76 Faith
A/N: Just a note, drabbles will not be as regularly updated for a bit, this is due to University actually requiring me to do some work. I was not informed of this! -
"How do you do it?"
Mikami's head lifted slightly, his long dark bangs falling over his glasses, his eyes fixed on the head of his god, resting in his lap, strawberry blonde locks a stark contrast to the starched black of his suit trousers.
It had been five years. Five years since L ended the Kira case with Higuchi's arrest. Five years since the Yotsuba syndicate had fallen.
Mikami had been the prosecutor who took them down. That was how they met.
Three years since Light came out to his family, was promptly kicked out for shaming his family, and moved into Mikami's own humble abode.
Three years since L had hired Light to be his representative in Japan.
And still, every night, the boy would voice that same enquiring, sad little question to his lover.
"Do what, kami?" he questioned, noting his boyfriend's playful smirk at the nickname. Mikami always said his beauty was godlike. This was how he always responded to Light's question, even when they both knew full well what it was, and what the answer would be.
Light sighed softly at the sight of his older lover, then nuzzled his hand. "Go out every day and try to defend justice when so many people just try to bring it down? How can you do it day after day?"
Mikami's wry smile, as always, made Light's heart flutter, and made him forget a time before the lawyer, when he was so angry and frustrated at himself all the time. That small smile was all he ever wanted.
"Kami, I don't do it for a reward, I do it because it's the right thing to do… what's more…" here, he leant down, as always, and kissed Light's lips, though to be honest it was more a tender brush of skin together, anything more would have spoilt the moment.
In a voice barely above a whisper, he purred, "I have faith."