Title: Metamorphosis
Author: Shadow/Phantomness

Pairing: Light/Mikami
Rating: PG-13

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*

Warnings: AU, shonen-ai, crack, vagueness, religious fanaticism

 

            Light was not quite sure how things had turned out like this. It had been a fanciful whim, but since Takada was still asleep in the hotel and he was bored, it had been a simple matter to take a taxi and check on Mikami – only to keep him in line, of course.

            It would up becoming a bit more complicated than that.

            Mikami had met him at the door, stunned, his eyes flickering above Light’s head, and Light had allowed him a moment of scrutiny before shutting the door behind them with a quiet click.

            “God…”

            It really had been a simple matter to go from there. Mikami had surrendered almost instantly, and Light had only paused between insistent kisses to ask where the bedroom was. That in itself was a rather simple affair, and he wasn’t sure why he’d asked if Mikami would surrender all to him when he already knew the answer.

            But Mikami had spoken true, and he had laughed inwardly, delighted, as he kissed him again.

            The joining had been painful, but only slightly, while the pleasure more than made up for it, and afterwards, Mikami had gazed at him with an expression of shocked delight, and that was when he had realized the faint weight on his shoulders.

            What…

           

            They were wings. Long, fanciful wings, pristine white feathers like an angel’s. He was no angel, was he?

            He’d almost panicked, almost, but managed to keep his wits about him as he soothed the prosecutor with quiet words, seeing the beginning of black blossoming into being, razor-edged black.

            Shinigami wings.

           

            Ryuk had been startled at the new development, and afterwards, the three of them had sat around the table, the Shinigami munching on an apple while Mikami shifted awkwardly under the weight of his new acquisitions and Light stared at him speculatively, wondering what secrets he was hiding.

            Ryuk finally came to a conclusion, which was a strange one, but Light had grown accustomed to shocks, and the fact that perhaps, Shinigami and humans could produce offspring (though how he would not like to think) was… acceptable.

            Frightening, but he could understand it.

 

            Ryuk went on, quietly, and that was when Light noticed the faint halo of numbers above Mikami’s head. He’d gotten the Shinigami Eyes as well?

            A half-Shinigami chose one mate in their lifetime; be it human or Shinigami, and from that day fourth they would share abilities and lifespan. Of course, the abilities were limited, but Light was more than content with the eyes and his new wings, and the idea that not even the Death Note could kill him now.

            It was a lot for the prosecutor to take in, but as Kira stroked his hair and held him close, he decided that they had eternity to experience, and soon enough, Near and the SPK were gone, and Takada with them.

            Good riddance.

            Long live Kira.

 

End Fic

Completed 6/6/07

Written in honor of Mikami’s birthday, of course! Deals with crack theories, because I have one where Mikami’s absent father is actually a Shinigami who broke that Death Note rule…which makes Mikami half-Shinigami… yeah. Bizarreness. Do not delve too deep in the mind of a fangirl…