(/Crosses off something on a list/ Okay! I got Mpreg off my list of Things I Must Do in a Fanfiction. Though I might do it again...anyways, yeah...OMG ANGST. Mikami still has his memories...'cause...because. I don't frickin' know.

Even if it was fake or whatever, there's the four hundred and ninety day rule, so...technically...Ah, whatever. Seriously though...in Mpreg, wouldn't one of them have to be a hermaphrodite? Like, have female repro organs?

...Ahem. As is customary... I R IN UR PLOT BUNNEHS, STEELIN UR LOGICZ.

Sorry about that. But really. Okay, so Light's OOC. And I pretty much shot canon in the foot. I'm sorry. But he needs to have a love life! Seriously! Poor Light, so asexual. And after L dies, Teru is essentially his man-bitch, so...yeah. I don't own.)

Teru Mikami served God.

He did whatever God asked of him, and did not complain, for God's pleasure was his pleasure.

Light.

"The name suits you," He'd told his God when he had learned God's name, "For you are the light of a new world."

God had laughed, and kissed him.

He'd almost cried out in exultation when God kissed him. God tasted like perfection, like cinnamon and sugar, like a God would taste.

He did what God asked, did what Light asked, since they were one and the same, technically.

But right now, he was ready to completely refuse his God. Why?

Because God wanted Mikami to leave him to die.

"Mikami," Light whispered, while the two sat in his office, where no one had thought to put any cameras. "What I am going to do tonight...I want you to turn and run away. Leave the notebook behind. Just go."

Mikami shook his head. "No." He said quietly. "I will not leave you." Light, God, whatever he was, shook his head.

"That's an order. There is a chance we will die. And my greatest servant—in more ways than one—," Here Mikami blushed, "Needs to be alive. Continue on with judgment if I die." Mikami shook his head.

"You're God. You cannot die." Light pulled away, golden eyes softening.

"No. But you can." Light knew he could die. He was not that lost in his madness. But Mikami was fully mortal...and as such, must be protected. Mikami began to weep silently. "I don't want to lose you." He whispered. Light pressed him close.

"You won't. I'll always be there, Mikami." He held his God close, and believed that with all his heart, even though it might not be true.

At the warehouse the next day, the boy, Nate River...he wrote all their names down. And he lingered for a moment, even though God had told him not to. But he had to see Light's face...

It was quiet for a moment, as the forty seconds ticked down. Then Light turned to the door.

"I love you, Mikami."

Mikami looked into his eyes, and saw that God meant it. With tears in his own crimson eyes, Mikami fled.

About five minutes later, deep in the ruins around the warehouse, he heard God's—no, not God's, Light's, because if there was a god he would not let this happen—scream and...

He was dead.

Mikami turned away, and walked slowly back to the streets, knowing he'd failed. It would not have mattered to him in any way if he had died, but Light...

Mikami stifled a sob.

But Light...

It was a month later when, in a routine checkup, the doctors informed an utterly floored Mikami that he was pregnant. Six months along, as a matter of fact.

"Was that why Light kept me behind?" He asked an empty house. "Because..."

Part of him didn't even know if it was damn possible. The Death Note could control people; he still had it, in the chaos of the murder, no one had thought to retrieve it from outside...but it couldn't defy conventional physics...unless Mikami was a hermaphrodite...

He shook his head. It didn't matter. All that really mattered was that now, there would be a remnant of Light left on this world.

Three months later, and three days of excruciating labor pain after that, Teru Mikami had a daughter. He almost wept when he saw her eyes...

They were inquisitive and golden, so much like Light's it was almost painful.

He shook his head, seven months after that, as snow fell on the streets. He bit his lip, and stared at his happy young daughter, chewing on a pacifier and tugging on the Christmas tree with wide-eyed wonder.

He looked up into the sky.

"Merry Christmas, Light...wherever you are. You would've liked Tomoyo. She would've made you proud."

Quietly, he wept. The lights from the tree turned into shimmering stars in his watery vision, and he shook his head in silent agony as the snow fell uncaring and cold out onto the ground below.

January twenty-eighth. The first anniversary of Light's death.

Tomoyo, still a tiny child, shifted in his arms as he stared down at the grave the police force had put up. Of course, they had to come up with something.

He'd died catching Kira, they said.

Mikami still had his memories. He knew that wasn't the truth. But...Tomoyo never had to know. He certainly would never tell her.

She pointed at the stone. "Dada." She said quietly.

The snow was falling now. Mikami nodded. "Dada."

And without warning, he burst into tears.

They'd failed.

But as Tomoyo hugged him, he knew that...even if Light was gone...

There were always the pieces left behind to fit together into something. For him, dying would solve nothing.

Mikami smiled. "She's so much like you..."

He picked Tomoyo up, and walked away.

God...Kira...Light...

"Wherever you are," Mikami sighed, "Please wait for me."

And in the void, Light patiently did.