A/N: I love MikaLight. D:

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There was something wrong with the other man. Light felt tension and nerves radiate off his guardian in scolding waves, despite how the prosecutor had a perfected, fake smile on his face.
"Is there something you're not telling me? Speak to me, Teru." His eyebrows furrowed as he watched Teru shift, emit a small sigh, and put the last of the dishes away.
"You will find out soon enough, milord." Onyx bangs made a curtain across the upper portion of Mikami's face, his eyes unseen behind the strands and shadows. "I'm afraid I cannot tell you…Anyways, I must leave. Is there anything in particular you would like from the grocery store?"
Light scowled and crossed his legs, leaning heavily back in the chair he was sitting in. His acolyte would have to be reminded that he must obey his God's orders. That could wait until after the grocery store, however.
"The usual is fine."
The man stood at the door for a long moment and fumbled with putting on his trench coat.
"Goodbye, God."
Light could only stare as he opened the door and gracefully slipped out. There had been something so final in his voice and it had shaken him. Disregarding the feeling, Light opened a physics book and flipped through it idly as his brain wandered.

"This is News Six at ten o' clock, bringing you breaking news from across Tokyo!" Light hummed the channel's theme as the credits quickly danced across the screen in a plethora of florescent colors. He tapped his pen on the Notebook as well, perfectly recreating the cheerful melody. Two anchors greeted him as they did everyday, a short list of criminals being presented before the program moved over to the forecast, and then a short segment on traffic.
"Here's a live look at the streets. Seeing as we have such beautiful weather, it's no surprise that there are so many people out and about! Traffic is light…"
Eyes widened in surprise as he recognized a face in the crowd. Crimson eyes were glowing vividly and hovered over the head of a little boy hurrying across the street with his mother. The prodigy leaned closer to the television, trying to discern if the child was what Mikami was looking at.

In the corner of the screen the light changed.
There was the scream of brakes and the roar of a horn.
The car streamed past the point the boy had just been.
Screams and chaos reigned.
The announcer shouted for them to see what was happening. The camera shook and wobbled as it was moved and headed in the direction of the car. A loud wail filled the air, and the glow of cell phone screens flickered as people called the emergency hotline.
The boy was clinging to a mass of black which soon was brought into focus.
At first, Light was foolish enough to think that nothing was wrong. Mikami looked as if he were merely sleeping, between the horrible zooming of the camera and the distraction of the din around him.
He began to notice small things. He began to notice how the man's torso was twisted at an odd angle. He began to notice the disciple's too dark hair and jacket; the blood had stained them. He began to notice how he was smiling with blood gushing from his mouth and created a small pool on the asphalt below him.
He didn't realize, however, the he was screaming Mikami's name and promising him everything he wanted if he returned. He was deaf to his roars about how the child was scum and Mikami didn't deserve to die. He didn't see the tears streaming down his face, he didn't know that he was grabbing onto the television with all of his strength and that his nails were forming dents into the durable shell.
He merely continued to watch as ambulances roared into view and medics took his pulse and shook their heads. He watched as his disciple was put onto a stretcher and covered with a blanket.
He watched as the handsome face disappeared under the thick, black death and the little boy thanked the Lord Kira for saving him.

A/N: Dundundun.
Bitch. D: