New World Chapter 6 Veneration

Mikami had only beaten Light there by an hour or so. Once he returned him he set about insuring that it was immaculate, it had to be perfect for his god. It made sense that he should offer his home to Light. After all Kira must not be seen by any who knew him as Light. With the investigation teams destroyed there was no record Mikami had ever been suspected, and Mikami had no connection to Light, so it was safe for Kira to stay here. No one would come looking, if there was anyone left who would dare to trouble Kira still. It was really a perfect set up, having Kira here, as a prosecutor Mikami had access to police records on criminals, even the ones that weren’t reported. He would give this information to Kira, and insure that Kira had anything he wished.

Mikami hastily went to answer the door when he heard the knick. He was so nervous to be in the presence of his god once more he could scarcely breathe. He barely finished changing clothes, the clothes he had been wearing smelled faintly of gasoline and smoke, so they had to be washed. He had donned professional attire once more; it would only do since he was entertaining someone of such great importance, god himself. He fumbled with his tie as he ran towards the door.

He did not fling it open but rather opened just enough as the chain lock would allow to who it was, then hastily he shut the door to undo the chain before opening it the rest of the way. "Come in." he said as he bowed slightly before stepping back from the door a bit, simply waiting to close it again. God was in his home! Mikami’s heart was hammering inside his chest, he was overjoyed at the thought, but he retained composure, and did not say speak at all save to beckon his god inside lest he lose control of himself. He knew he must be quiet until that door was shut.


Mikami was more control now, less crazed with religious fervor. Well it made since that he would be calm. This wasn't life, and death, they had won. However Light could still see adoration in his eyes, even though he was perfectly poised and controlled, behind the calm respectful demeanor Light guessed the man was fighting the urge to grovel at his feet. That wouldn't do yet, not until the door was closed.

Light smiled at him, and reflected that he was glad that he’d kept Mikami around. This man understood him perfectly, his plans, his desires. Except for the one nearly fatal mistake, he had always been perfect. That one mistake, was horrible, Light had wanted to kill him for it, but now was glad he had thought better of it. His tool was still useful. It wasn’t really mercy and Light never cared about those he used. Even without that mistake Light was prepared all along to kill Mikami, when his use was over. Mikami the other understood that, he accepted it gladly, and perhaps that was why his life had been spared, that and the fact he was useful, not to mention trustworthy.

Mikami would kill himself before he would betray Light. He would remain faithful and useful, and want nothing in return. He didn't have to be manipulated, as some of Light’s tools had been, just instructed. Mikami’s mind was so like Light's own. As Light entered the apartment, taking it in he found even Mikami's home suited him.

It was a small apartment, well decorated, but Spartan. Orderly, it existed primarily as a place to work, and sleep. A place of necessity, although neat and well decorated, it was more like a model of what a home would look like as opposed to an actual home. It was too neat, too immaculate, to be a real home that was actually lived in. Mikami did live here of course, but his sort of life was an almost monastic existence even before he became Kira's tool.

After taking in the small residence, he turned to his servant.

Once Light was inside, safe from any wandering eyes that may have been there, he closed the door. Once the door was closed and locked, Mikami turned, lowering himself before for his god. He stared up at Kira wide eyed, even after meeting, speaking with him. He still wasn’t over the wonder of it. Here was his god in the flesh before him. Mikami life had indeed been somewhat monastic, for he had always been a servant of justice; justice was all he had ever wished for. Even as a child. Of course he was not without desire, pleasing Kira was important as well, god was the most important thing to Mikami, because god was the one who would insure justice on this earth. If justice was served Mikami would be happy, but was be more than pleased that god had recognized him as a servant of justice. This chance, serving god, it was his greatest pleasure and to be here now kneeling before him when Kira was pleased, it was the greatest thing he had ever known. His left hand came over his heart as his head lowered, respecting the being before him.

"God,” the word was softly spoken but Mikmai’s voice rang with religious fervor. He was almost trembling with, he was happy and excited, his wide eyes glistening with tears of joy. His heart was filled with intense rapture. It was ecstasy to be before his god like this. God was in his house, god was pleased with him now, and it was all he wanted.
Light looked do on him, a little taken a back by this. Mikami’s breaths were rapid, Light was sure his heart was racing, the look he had seen in those eyes, before they were lowered before him in reverence, was incredibly intense. This was unadulterated adoration, more than that, this was worship. The look of surprise on Light’s face shifted to a contented smirk, he could get used to this. He stepped closer, reaching out to run a hand through Mikami’s hair as he had before, then moved his hand down to gently cup the man’s face, lifting it gently so the other was looking at him.

Mikami looked up, completely captivated by Light’s continence. Here was god, looking on him, pleased with him, answering the prayers he would not voice by showing him this sign of favor. He gently grasped Light’s hand leaning his against it, nuzzling it slightly, before taking it Kira’s hand in both of his and lowering his head once more to lean his forehead against that hand in an act of submission, then to kiss it in an act of adoration, “my god,” he breathed. He didn’t know if that was the right thing to do, if the action was proper, part of him was terrified he would some offend the other but it just felt right. He wanted so much to give some sign of his fealty, his adulation.

Kira allowed it, he did not pull away or rebuke him, just softly said, “you may rise now Teru, my dear acolyte. “ Light liked playing god, no not playing, being. So he did not mind the veneration he was shone, in fact he encouraged it. Mikami was not being clingy in the way Misa had been, not in an annoying away, this was different. The passion in this fervor, the benediction in his voice as he called Light god, it was so pure, and to be the object of this adoration, to be god, was wonderful, Light wanted it.

Mikami stood, “welcome to my home,” he said stepping forward in a gesture to let Kira know he was welcome to do whatever he wished and to act as though this home were his, and truly it was Kira’s because all Mikami had belonged to his god. He hoped this placed pleased Kira, it wasn’t the place for celebration. It barely had any form of entertainment...just the television, a laptop sitting on a desk in the corner. Paperwork was filed neatly on his coffee table, more of those men who deserved to die by Kira's word. "Can I get you anything?" he asked quietly, watching his god with joyful eyes. “Is there anything I can do, anything at all?”

Light had worked so hard to become god or the new world. Yet it would take some getting used to, being with someone who truly worshiped him, to have someone so eager to serve his every whim. It was not that he didn't like it, of course, he did like it. This was exactly what he wanted, to be god, well this and justice. The whole world would be perfect now, no wars, no crime, and everyone would worship him, just as Mikami did. “not at the moment,” Light place a hand on Teru's shoulder. "Teru, you have done so well, I am sure of it." On the way over, he had heard the voices speaking of it. The whole world was in an uproar. Light couldn't wait to sit and watch it all unfold. He moved away from Teru, taking a seat a large easy chair in front of the TV. "come, Teru, lets watch it all unfold. This is our victory."