AN: This is a one shot fic detailing one of the ways that Light could have won at the end. I am a Light/Kira fan. I haven't seen the last episode/read the last chapter, so bear with any inaccuracies, up to the plot shift.

I do not own Death Note. If I did, Light would have won. Hands down.

Light was beginning to panic. He had just revealed his identity as Kira, but no-one was dying! What was going on?

He glanced at Mikami, then down to the Death Note. There, his eyes caught a crucial detail.

The paint on the store-bought notebook was chipping.

Light heart began to flutter with fear and his mind went into crunch mode to find a way out. Meanwhile, Near was mocking him.

"So, Light. Oh, I mean Kira. I see that were still standing. That would be because I had a field agent that I did not tell you about switch the notebooks in their entirety. You have admitted to being the worst mass murderer on the planet and are without defense. Surrender now, or be shot."

MY WATCH! The thought blew through Light's mind, a saving grace from above. But he couldn't do it here. They would intervene. He had to get out of the room, through the door Mikami used to get in.

"Mikami!" Shouted Light. "Distract them! NOW!" And he broke for the door.

When Aizawa, the only one who had his head on his shoulder, made to grab Light, Mikami tackled him pro-football style. His hard workout regimen had made him virtually muscle bound. Aizawa fell to the floor and Light ran out of the building.

He climbed the fire escape to get to a higher level, then kicked it down. The first thing he did was pop open his watch and unfold the quarter page of note he had hidden. Enough to do the job.

He wrote down his entire task force, then took a deep breath. Half the threat was gone. He looked through a rafter and saw them restraining Mikami, when Aizawa and the others screamed in pain and fell to the ground.

"What are their names, Mikami!"

"Mmmff! Halle Lidner!" Yelled Mikami. A few seconds later, the woman holding Mikami down by the arms fell over dead. Mikami whipped around and knocked the gun out of the hand of one of the SPK agents who felt it was time to stop playing games, then broke his neck, saving his God the trouble of writing his name.

The final agent had gotten away, fearing for his life. His devotion was not as strong as Near had counted on. A scream from Mikami and a few seconds later, his life was not as strong either.

Near was paralyzed with fear. How had his perfect plan failed so horribly?

"God, my god, it is safe now! You can come in!" Beckoned Mikami from the center of the room, covered in blood and bruises from an intense fight.

As Light re-entered the room, Near tried to stand up and run, but his ever-loyal zealot Mikami grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and held him in the air like an annoying rodent.

"Near, you gave me quite a scare there!" Chuckled Light. "Victory is mine after all. Your plan was very, very good. However, I can think on my feet a little more quickly than you do. That... and a little bit of paranoia helps!" Light pointed to the piece of Death Note in his left hand.

Mikami was in awe at the presence of the being he had served for so long.

"God, what is your order!"

"Hold him for me."

"Yes, God."

Near felt sick to his stomach. He had led his group to death and failed to bring down Kira. Shortly thereafter, he felt several sharp blows connect to his stomach, chest and face. Light continued to beat him until the adrenaline rush from the chase was spent.

"Damn you, Light. Damn you to Hell." Near spat out blood with every word.

"Now, Mikami, my most loyal and trusted servant," Light was sure to use a lot of praise for Mikami. Not only did he truly believe that He was God, Light felt he deserved it.

"Tell me this runt's name."

Mikami's eyes briefly flew over Near's head to double check what he had seen before, then proudly exclaimed: "Nate Rivers, my God!"

Nate's eyes were on Light as he slowly pulled the Death Note from Aizawa's corpse. "I think you deserve a full page for the fun you've given us all. What do you think Ryuuku?"

"Oh wait, you cant see Ryuk can you Near? Let me fix that." Light slapped Nate hard across the face with the note. Near looked up to see one of the monsters described by the late Mihael Keel, a Shinigami.

"Hyuk. Light, I really thought you were caught there! This is a pretty impressive turnaround!" Ryuuku faced Nate and let loose the most hellish laugh the small boy had ever heard.

"Look here Nate, it's your name!" Light shoved the Note into Nate's face. As promised, his name was scrawled across a whole page. "I think I'm going to bronze this and put it on the mantelpiece of my new headquarters, right next to the one with L Lawliet's name on it. What do you think of that?"

Nate could only glare at him before he felt it. A rush of pain. It was different than what he had expected. Pain rushed from his fingers and toes, through his limbs, collecting at his heart. The dark power behind the note swirled around his heart, forcing it to cease it's rhythmic tone. The small boy, the last embodiment of the laws of the Old World, was dead.

Light started chuckling, then broke out into a full blown laughing fest, which Mikami soon joined, falling to his knees before the one who had given him all he ever wanted.

"Rise, Mikami. Our destiny awaits us. We must purify this world so that a new age can begin."

Mikami rose to his feet, head bowed and said: "I am at your service, most gracious God."

The pair walked out of the warehouse, leaving a pile of bodies on the ground and headed to L's building, where they began the Great Judgment of the criminals of the Earth.

News would later run the story that a group of bodies was found in an old warehouse in the industrial sector, all but one dead from heart attacks. The police and indeed, most of the populace, believed them to be common criminals that were killed by Kira. The one with the snapped neck was believed to have been killed by the gang for some unknown reason.

The strangest thing was that even though they were presumed to be criminals, one of them was a child of whom no information could be found, even with DNA testing.

Light saw this news program and laughed so hard that Mikami, who was prosecuting criminals in court, (only the ones who's crimes were not certain. He did not bother to go after convicted felons) could almost hear it on the wind.

AN: If you guys really want me to (I mean nag me with lots of reviews) I might extend this story to cover some of the escapades of other groups that try to bring down Kira.