The boy was safe, he was alive, and the criminal was dead

The boy was safe, he was alive, and the criminal was dead. The disciple observed the scene calmly from the sidelines, a sigh of relief escaping parted lips.
It was a shame, however, that the criminal he had chosen showed so much resemblance to himself. If God had seen this, he would probably think of Mikami as dead. He knew his God wouldn't particularly care; he was seen an expendable tool- in Kira's world, there were many candidates for servants. He had just been lucky; his God had made that clear numerous times.
With the victim of the Death Note's power being carried away and the pitiful zero above the child's head replenishing with other digits, Teru felt immensely pleased with his work and decided to carry on with his normal duties. His schedule had been disrupted. However, he knew this day was to come months ago, ever since he first saw the boy with the small string of numbers above his head.
Calculating exact death dates down to the second was not impossible; true, it required some difficult algebra, but it was nothing Mikami couldn't handle with the aid of a calculator. Much like his own sickness- the longing for his life to be monotonous and repetitive every week- the mother of the boy also was also obsessive with time. Each Saturday he would pass the pair at the crosswalk at exactly 10:42 a.m. on his way to the local grocery store.
Teru was shocked when he discovered the child was destined to die at 10:42 a.m. on Saturday, the twenty sixth of September. The only logical explanation seemed to be that he would be hit by a car; he showed no signs of illness, and why else would a young person happen to die in the middle of a crosswalk?
It took him quite a few days of laborious thinking to create an idea which would save the poor child's life. He made the assumption that life, like matter, could neither be created nor destroyed; it would have to be transferred. The problem then was the limitations of the Death Note, but by that time he realized he was short on creativity.
The day came. He wrote in the blessed Note in elaborate scrawl, detailing the rapist's death down to the last second. If it didn't work, he knew he would throw himself away to protect another. He said goodbye to his God, and the plan worked- he was extremely proud as he examined the dates on the containers of orange juice and inspected cartons of strawberries.

Mikami froze as he walked into his house hours later, a familiar scent tickling his nose and sending shivers down his spine. Calmly placing the grocery bags on the counter, he quickly strode into the living room where the shards of broken glass sparkled and glittered among the puddles of crimson blood. His God sat among the wreckage, staring blankly at what was one the screen of his television.
He was silent for a short time as his brain tried to put the missing pieces together. The puzzle remained unsolved.
"G-G-God?" Teru stammered, picking his way through the debris and sitting down on an empty patch of the wooden floor. "What happened, God?"
Light turned his dull gaze to him, his mouth hanging open in what appeared to be astonishment.
"T-Teru?" His voice was hoarse and it clawed at Mikami's ears.
"Yes, I'm here. It will be okay now, milord. I'm here to protect you. Now please, tell me what's--" The prosecutor was cut off when he was assaulted. His deity's arms wrapped around his neck and warm lips pushed against his. He fell over in surprise, his thick trench coat shielding his back from the glass.
"You fucking idiot, Mikami!" His God hissed between lip locks, pulling on his collar. He could see his own flustered face reflected in Messiah's beautiful eyes. What unnerved him was the level of adoration his God was expressing. He looked upon him so tenderly. "If you ever do that again, I'll kill you!"
That would defeat the purpose, but Mikami remained blushing terribly and silent as his God, his world, his everything, just rested his head on his shoulder and murmured sweet nothings into his ear.

ooc; Double bitch.
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