Errm, in this, neither Mikami nor Misa kill themselves after Light's death, they both have the eyes, and no one's realised Kira's dead yet. Crack pairings TOTALLY work.

Disciple

They met in Kira's Kingdom. The sad, pathetic, unworthy fools that still believed their god's divinity swarmed the building, singing and praying and calling for him, not realising it was in vain. But two were silent. That was how they knew each other. He would release a low breath when the words 'Kira' and 'immortal' were used together, she would hide the mascara-dark tears when his praises were sung. In a small, dark corner, they introduced each other.

"Amane Misa?" She glanced up, watching him carefully. She had signed up, under a different name. The name tag -not that she was currently wearing it- read Anna Michael, western to suit her hair.

"Yes, Mikami Teru?" She read the name that floated above, not even glancing at his name tag. Those short greetings were enough. He knew. She knew. They knew.

So many things they could have said; exchanged information on their notes, anecdotes on Ryuk, or competed over how much they had been worth to Kira. But none of these things were necessary. They left the building together, in silence, sneering quietly at the celebrating fools who had no idea what they were worshipping. They walked together, till as one they reached a doorway; Misa was used to following, she had let Teru lead, and his mechanical footsteps had lead to his apartment.

The door opened. Together the stepped inside.

A black and red fake leather trench fell to the floor.

A tailored jacket was hung on the rack.

"His name was Raito." There was a soft rustle of lace.

"Yes, I know. Pronounced as the English word for illumination." The metallic chime of a belt buckle.

"The world needed it… illumination… Light." A clatter as heeled shoes were pushed aside.

"It still does." Does folded fabric make a sound? In so silent an apartment, it might have.

"…"

So much pain had come from that one being, but so much more good, so much more peace. And no one knew. Not like they did.

"…"

"Needed Light… I… I do too." The bedroom door clicked.

"Yes, as do I."

Skin on skin makes a sound, but only if you're close enough to be causing it.

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Together they prayed. So many religions, so many words, so many voices, so many rituals. None were needed, not that night. Kira was a pure god, who asked for obedience without the foolish pomp and ceremony, without false promises and bribes. It was only fair that he received his prayers in the same fashion.

Misa Amane was known for rush, for bother, for scattered thoughts. Teru Mikami, however, wasn't. But this wasn't rush to him. He'd waited his whole life for a god, waited to others who believed, and finally he'd met the only other person who could ever believe as he did.

And she was warm, and soft, and made no pretence that it was him she was thinking about. He was not her god, and she was not his. But together they were the most loved of the followers, the most true, the most worthy.

The round, full moon shone down on Tokyo streets, and in Kira's Kingdom they shouted their savior's name in joy. In another kingdom, far smaller and less populated, they moaned their savior's name also, even though it was far harder to hear.

"Kira!"

…

"Light!"

There we go. I have no idea what I think of this, so critic would be hugely appreciated. Also, is it just me or do I have a fetish for people calling Light "Light" instead of "Kira"? I did it in 'The Day He Died,' too.