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Yagami saw his name with the eyes of a shinigami, his face with the eyes of a father. Already “Mihael” waited for death in unsure handwriting, but one thought refused to let him write “Keehl” – he looked the same age as Sayu. “Where is it?” he suddenly demanded. “Where's your childhood? Your innocence? ” The old man knew how odd it sounded, but he had to know... Could he do this? Did Mello - did this boy really deserve to die today? Mello ran his thumb over the large red button, and he began to laugh. “I left that in England. ” Boom.

Soft shuffling as the phone switched hands. A puff of breath came to his ear as static. “...Speaking.” So regal and confident, yet guarded. Could he... “Are you God?” Not a breath could be heard in the pause, only an amused hum. An anxious shiver rippled down Mikami's body, his hand slick and sweaty against the phone. “Yes.” His voice, Kira's voice. The simple syllable dripped off his divine tongue with delicious self-assurance, shaking Mikami to the core. Every inch of him tingled with sacrilegious excitement. Yes, this was his God, and he would enjoy serving him.

They march up the mountain in a moonlight procession, looking like an order of monks in their black hooded robes. On and on they march, led on by the call of the full moon beckoning them to the summit, their path dotted by the candles they hold. Their line stretches up and up the slope, the strong young ones pushing the sky as the older and slower pilgrims extend their ranks toward the bottom of the winding path. The night stretches along with them, midnight turning to two and three, but still they walk on silently. They have their reasons, every one of them, but none find it necessary to voice them now. Some had seen justice done for wrongs

The red sports car skidded and spun to a stop in the middle of the intersection, and that's when he saw them. He certainly wasn't happy to see them here, but he wasn't particularly surprised either. The danger had been present since the minute he had finally reunited with Mello; the threat of death was a constant companion to them both. No, the only thing that caught him off guard was seeing two at the same time. They were just kids, perhaps ten years old. A couple of boys out roaming the streets, surely without permission, probably just seeking a few thrills and taking whatever the Tokyo nightlife had to offer minors. They stood alone on