A/N: Decided this had to be two chapters. Urrrgghhh. I'm sleepy, but I need to finish.
-sob-
-x-
Yagami Light was lost in peaceful slumber; his lips were parted, his closed eyes rimmed
with long lashes. To Mikami, he was stunning, dazzling, no, absolutely perfect when he
dreamed, his unconscious imaginings becoming reality as they together formed the New World.
The lawyer scarcely breathed as he advanced to his God's bedside, stooping down in the fashion
of the creature he was impersonating and running his impure fingertips over unblemished cheeks.
His heart battered against his ribs, his gaunt cheeks stained with blush as the other began to stir,
glazed golden eyes blearily opening.
"Ryuuzaki?" Light whispered, his eyes groggily tracing over Teru's visage. The latter
shifted, pulling himself up onto the bed. Extending his hands hesitantly, but with growing
confidence as he remembered his supposed character, he pulled Light into a desperate kiss. It
was returned with equal enthusiasm. With each second it grew more and more heated, until Light
broke off, panting heavily with his face flushed.
"I need you, L," the holier of the two lamented, fingers twisting into the fabric of the
white shirt, pulling, tugging on him. "You won. You won, you bastard…Love me. Love me,
God-fucking-damn it!"
Mikami was silent as he crawled over the diving body, pressing his lips fervently to his
neck.
"I already do," he mouthed, closing his eyes as Light emitted a gasping groan. "You are
my everything. Please smile for me…"
-x-
The name L was expressed once more that night, the name screamed at the top
of Light's lungs at his climax. Tears began to spill down from the acolyte's eyes, and he bit his
lip until beads of blood flecked down upon his God who stared up at him serenely. Wiping the
tears away from his disciple's eyes with a practiced motion, the edges of Light's lips curved
delicately upward. The elder could only gaze, distraught, as his world snuggled deeper into the
mattress and sighed.
"I know you'll come and see me again. There is no use in denying it, Ryuuzaki." His
warm, tinkling laugh ravaged Mikami's mind. "I'll always be here waiting for you, my worst
enemy, my best love." There was a short pause as Light leaned up and pressed his lips to Teru's
cheek. "Good night, my ghost."
Once he was sure his idol was once more in the realm of dreams, the proselyte threw
several garments back on in order to cover himself, burst out of his apartment, sprinted down the
hall, and rammed into the door for the stairs. He jaunted down the steps as fast as his feet would
carry him, stumbling in a blind fit until his actions caught up with him and sent him down onto
his knees. He covered his mouth and shrieked into his hands in frustration, shaking his head
furiously.
This wasn't fair. The hideous, skeletal body in which he had trapped himself was a
blasphemer of Kira, not worthy of the dirt six feet beneath his lord's feet, but yet, somehow,
Ryuuzaki had earned his supreme love. Teru had done everything he could for Light in order to
make him joyous; he had accommodated to even the slightest whims and fancies of his savior,
incessantly serving him with every ounce of devotion and admiration his mortal form could
muster. He gnashed his teeth, pulled vehemently on his hair, was engulfed in awful new
emotions which sent shivers down his spine and blazing spikes through his heart. Why couldn't
Light, omnipotent and omniscient, see what he was to his worshipper? No, the more important
question was why could he only make his God exuberant while in the form of another? Was he
inadequate? What was wrongwith him? He had strived for excellence, he had tried so hard, but
why was he still failing?
Why? Why? Why?
He opened his mouth, lips protruded as he prepared to pose himself the dreaded question;
instead, four words flowed out effortlessly and repeated themselves over and over, each
reiteration bringing more and more anguish. His legs flailed wildly, his torso jerked, and he
sobbed until he was reduced to a lifeless, sniveling mess.
-x-
Pressed against the floor, Teru idly dipped his index finger into a smear of blood that ran
down the length of his torso. His knees and elbows seared from scrapes, several bruises
beginning to color his white skin brown and purple. With deliberate strokes, he wrote the four
words that had freely erupted from him earlier, the four simple words which explained his plight:
"I love you, God."
A/N: Okay, I might make a third chapter for this. –claps- I just don't know what to do yet.
Should Light find out? If so, how? Should Mikami continue his charade until he goes insane?
Perhaps something entirely different would be best?
Maybe this could be, like, the prologue to "Doubt."
I dunno'.
Give me your opinions~!
Review! :33
…I write too much one-sided angst.
._.