Just a short Death Note drabble.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Death Note.

Bony hands clanged together as fingers grasped each other, remembering the soft flesh that once encompassed them. Dry, scaly feet dug into the barren dirt of a heath that rain had not graced in eons. His red eyes, once a soft, muted brown, stared down at the solemn world.

He scoffed. People went about their business, laughing, smiling, carrying on with their lives as if he had never existed. As though the great Kira had accomplished nothing. Perhaps he hadn't. No one even knew his name. He had not been immortalized in the minds of his followers. Kira was an idea - an unknown savior once worshiped by the masses, now forgotten only half a century later.

"I am but the ghost of a memory," he thought. "A shadow in the recesses of a few worthy minds."

He watched as innocents were murdered, wars were waged ruthlessly, lives were cut short before their commencement…

"The world got what it deserved."

And perhaps it was better this way.