Disclaimer: Death Note belongs to Tsugumi Ohba and Takeshi Obata. This non-profit, non-copyright infringing fanfiction belongs to me under international copyright laws and taking it is plagiarism. Don’t steal and don’t sue. Thank you *Phantomness bows*

Title: Risen
Author: Shadow/Phantomness

Pairing: Light/Mikami
Warnings: Vampires, shonen-ai, AU

 

            If a cat jumps over the grave of a person newly dead, that person becomes a vampire.

 

            He blinked open his eyes painfully, before he took in his surroundings. Darkness all around, slightly damp, almost earthy… and as he tried to move, he found that he could not. For a moment, he panicked, his hands madly scraping against the heavy wood of his coffin, before wondering how on earth – vaguely – his family had manage to afford this, what with gravesites being expensive and most people cremated?

            It mattered little. He was not dead.

            He would not die here.

            Light methodically inspected his surroundings once again, and then began to work on lifting the coffin lid. It was surprisingly lighter than he had expected.

            One last thrust broke the ground above him, and he crawled out awkwardly, nails digging into the mud. But finally Light stood; brushing bits of grave dirt off the dark suit he had been buried in.

            He wondered idly how they had explained his death, but it mattered little. Still, there was work to be done. First, he had to find the one still loyal to him.

            Light stepped forwards, and before he quite knew what was happening, he had shifted. Black wings beat lightly in the night air, seeking, as eyes glowed red.

 

            Mikami sat quietly in his cell; wrists manacled together, his mind a tangled jumble of emotions. He felt ill.

            I betrayed him… I betrayed Kira… God… I am no better than the ones I killed…

            If not for his bumbling, Kira would have ruled the world…

            But if Kira could die…

            Did that mean that Kira was not God?

            Impossible. Kira had to be… had to be… a small black shape swooped in his window, and he smiled.

            A bat.

            It seemed as though the fates were laughing at him. Bats were representations of evil, were they not? And if one was coming…

            Was his soul forfeit?

 

            The shape glimmered, and Mikami’s eyes widened as he realized just who stood in front of him.

            “Mikami….” Kira purred, and his voice was soft though his eyes were sharp. “How could you doubt your God?”

            The prosecutor stared, stunned, even as his eyes glowed redly.

            There were no numbers above Light Yagami’s head, as was expected, but this time… there was no name either.

            “You were foolish to doubt me.” Kira continued, and Mikami felt his breath catch as Kira leaned in close. He caught a glimmer of white before pain pierced his throat, and his eyes widened.

            Light lapped up the blood slowly, hearing Mikami’s heartbeat slow, but he wouldn’t kill him, not yet. He licked his lips when he finished, satisfied, and pulled the man into a kiss.

            Mikami would have struggled, but his mind was awash in a whirl of new thoughts.

            Kira… Kira was alive…

            That meant… Kira was God… God rose from the dead…

            It made his betrayal ever so striking and he accepted his sin, even as the kiss broke between them.

            He watched as Kira casually snapped the manacles around his wrists into shards of metal with his bare hands, still disbelieving.

            “Let’s go.” His God spoke.

            Mikami could do nothing but follow. They passed men, other men there, but it seemed as though the men could not see them. It was almost deceptively simple to walk out into the night.

            He slid behind the wheel of the car, surprised that the keys had been left in the ignition – careless! – And drove, listening to Kira’s whispered instructions.

            He should never have doubted.

 

            It was easy to steal the Death Notes back, so simple, and he could have sworn Ryuk had winked even as he curled his fingers around precious black paper. Near would have noticed, had he not been drunk on victory, planning to burn them to destroy all his evidence.

            Well, well. What an interesting entry… but now was no time to dwell on that. He wrote quickly, efficiently, and he smiled as they crumpled.

            Pity, Near. You should have taken the page with the fake names out afterwards…

            Ryuk followed as he slipped out of the headquarters, where Mikami still waited, silently, hands clasped together.

            It was finished.

 

End Fic

Completed 2/9/07

Because vampires are fun though I know they’re quite cliché. Still, I had fun writing this! ^^