It's been two years now since the death of L. Actually today is the anniversary of his death. Yagami Light has been ruling Earth as a new god for already two years. Everything has gone perfectly, just as he planned. Once his greatest obstacles were gone (L and Rem) he had complete control over everything and everybody. He lived a comfortable double life. The life of the perfect son, the smart college student and the talented detective. No one suspected him. But that was all just a façade. In his true life he was Kira, the worst enemy of the Task Force Team. His father, Matsuda, Aizawa, Mogi…
no one suspected him. He ruled the world.

It's been two years. He passed away two years ago. L… These thoughts went though his mind as he walked back home. Of course he visited the grave. Of course he grieved in the presence of his father. Of course said he missed him and would avenge him. L, the only man who stood at the same level as he did. But he died, he lost. Kira was now ruling the world. Punishing those who are evil, those who are bad to others and go against his justice.

He walked silently back home. His footsteps echoed in the lonely street. Silent. The shinigami was watching him all the time. Something was not right here.

"Hey Raito!" He yelled suddenly as if afraid of the silence. "Why are you so quiet today? There is no one here, why don't you speak to me?"

No response. Just silence. Just the sound of steps. Just the sound of wings flapping in the air.

"Raito, are you going to ignore me the whole day!" The shinigami was bouncing his arms and legs like crazy. Light had a dejávu.

"It's crazy, you know." The shinigami looked surprised as he heard these words.

"Well, I'll do crazy stuff if you continue ignoring me like this! It's no way of treating a god of death!"

"No" Light replied "I mean it's crazy I cannot stop thinking about him"

"Who? Oh, you mean, you miss him?"

"I don't know…I guess… a bit…I mean, I lived with him 24/7 for months and I don't even know who he was!"

The shinigami looked surprised with the little outburst, and then became curious.

"Don't know him, hé?" He said in a mischievous way "Ah, you know what I mean! I knew him as a detective, perhaps even as a friend, although a very strange friend… I knew his freakish habits and silly rituals and how his daily routine went around sugar and sleepless nights. But what was he truly like? What kind of person was he? Who was this man?" Light
felt a sudden rage grow in him. If he won, if everything was so perfect, why did he still have the feeling every day that something was not right, something was out of place?

"I don't get it!" He yelled, the shinigami still watching him, interested. "He's dead! My obstacle is gone! So why can't I stop
thinking about him, why won't he just go away, disappear from my mind, just like he disappeared from this word!"

Silence.

Step after step, the only sound apart from the soft flapping of giant black wings.

Silence.

A/N

Well, what you you think? This is my very first story, so I hope you'll enjoy it as much as I did writing it. Be sure to give
your thoughts about my story in the reviews.