Sakujo Me

Disclaimer: Other than the fanfic, I don't own any part of the Death Note franchise. If I did own it, then you can bet your ass that Light and Mikami would be jumping each other a LOT.

Summary: He was only trying to empty his inbox...

Just as a warning, the characters are OOC and this contains the pairing of LightxMikami. If you hate either one of those so much that you want to go on a killing spree, turn back now! Thank you.

Dark chocolate orbs scanned the bright screen of the computer behind a shielding of glasses. The owner of the eyes frowned slightly at the amount of spam cluttering his inbox. It irked Mikami to no end, being how neat and organized he normally was.

As much as he wanted to select everything and hit 'Delete,' there were probably some important things dispersed in between the hoards of junk mail. With a sigh, he hovered the mouse over one of the boxes next to an obvious piece of spam - asking him if he wanted to find hot Russian girls - and got to work manually deleting all the junk.

"Sakujo..." He uttered under his breath, unconsciously. "Sakujo...Sakujo..."

His clicking, at first slow, began to pick up the pace and a smile slowly spread across his features, rapidly breaking out into a huge grin.

"Sakujo! Sakujo!" He spat out with a fervent vigor. "Sakujo!"

Ragged pants were being made when Mikami's mouth wasn't giving life to another loud, "Sakujo!" and his finger was clicking the mouse at extraordinary speeds. He wasn't even paying attention to what he was clicking and deleting anymore. All he wanted was to just...delete. He needed it.

His shouts continuously rose in volume, loud enough for the apartment rooms surrounding his to hear him. He didn't care, though. He was much too busy going hog-wild with the mouse and the 'Delete' button.

His excitement was at its peak and he bellowed out an earsplitting, "SAKUJO!!!"

Sighing raggedly, contently, he let his body go lax and he toppled like deadweight out of the office chair.

Light frowned and perked his head up in puzzlement as he entered the apartment complex with his arms full of groceries. He thought he had heard someone shouting - sounded like, "Sakujo." - but he shrugged it off and labeled it as a trick spawned by his imagination. Exhausted from the trip, he headed up the two flights of stairs to his room.

"Mikami-kun, I'm home." He announced absentmindedly as he locked the front door upon entering. He turned around, somewhat surprised that he didn't hear an exuberant, "Kami!" in response or feel a pair of softly-toned arms wrap around his waist. "Mikami-kun?"

Dropping off the grocery bags on the table, he headed into the living room where he discovered the prosecutor sprawled on the floor by the computer, a look of utter bliss painted on his face. His breathing was a tad on the irregular side, but his lips were curled into a contented smile.

"Oh, God." Light mumbled. "Not this again."

Mikami finally took notice of the brunette when he loomed over him, staring at him quizzically. "Hi, Kami..." His greeting came out breathlessly.

"Mikami-kun, were you having another sakujo-gasm?"

Leisurely, Mikami nodded. "Yes, Kami."

Light sighed. "You're not allowed to clean out your inbox when I'm not home anymore." He let out a yelp when Mikami abruptly got to his feet and scooped the shorter man up into his arms. "Mikami-kun, what are you doing?!" He squeaked out of alarm.

"I feel another sakujo-gasm coming on." The prosecutor explained as he promptly carried his God off to their bedroom.

Soon after, the neighbors could hear wild shouts of, "SAKUJO!!!" coming from the room once again. In addition to that, passionate cries of, "SAKUJO ME!!!" accompanied them feverishly.

I had to do it. I simply had to do it. I mean, you figure Mikami would start spazzing out while deleting the junk mail in his inbox, right? XD

This is my first Death Note fanfiction, so don't be mean! :(