22 juni 2009 - 12:04

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‘Near… Come, quick!’
‘Here’s his body!’
Near ran into the building and…
‘Light… I won. L’s succeeder has won!’
Everybody looked at Near. He defeated the Kira. He won. Light’s body in front of him.
Near sat down on the stairs and checked Light’s pulse.
‘He is really dead. We’ve succeeded.’ whispered Near.
His face turned into a curly smile. He starts playing with his hair.
Matsuda looked shocked.
How can Near be so happy? Light was like a friend for them.
No he wasn’t! He was just Kira, killing people.
Matsuda lifted Light’s body. The only thing we should do was to give him a last place to rest.
He couldn’t stop it. Tears started running down his cheecks.
How could this all happen.
No Light wasn’t just Kira and he wasn’t just a friend. He was both.
That hurted Matsuda. Light, who was always nice, was afterall a killer.

The next week Matsuda opened the newspaper.
Near didn’t mentioned the papers that Kira was caught.
However, people know he’s gone.
After Light’s death no criminals died of a heart attack.
They know Kira’s gone.
Yes, Kira’s dead. But he still has a weird feeling.
He still is afraid of Kira, like it’s not over yet.
Well it doesn’t matter.
Kira’s gone, and he must go on with his life.
But how? After all things that happened.
Finding out that Near was just a kid?
Now he thinks about Near, where could he be?
He hasn’t contacted Near and Near hasn’t contacted him.
He’s like Kira. Gone.
Gone.
He drinks the rest of his cup of coffee.
Takes his iGod and goes to work.
No stress, just his life again.
He walks to the frontdoor.
Life’s good. Yeah. Life’s good.
And with a at little smile on his face, he closes the door.

He opens his eyes. The wind is blowing.
All he can see is sand, sand. Sand everywhere.
How…?
Could…?
This…?
Be…?
Can’t go to Hell nor Heaven. But that must mean…
No, that’s impossible. That’s simply impossible. However, where could he be if this is not it?
This isn’t the human world… He has never seen anything like it.
Is this nothingness? The rustling wind seems to be answering his question.
He starts laughing! It’s a miracle! He. Is. Still. Alive! Well, in an other way of course. He grins. He stands up. His hands look awful. Covered in blood. Yes. Covered in his blood. Still pouring out of his wounds. However the pain is gone.
As smart as always, he knows what this means. There is no other explanation.
Light is a Death God