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He was a vision.
Teru knew his God would be.
It was riveting to finally meet him; to behold such beauty shocked his system, bringing tears to his eyes and causing a rapid pulse to thrum underneath his skin. His voice on the phone was only a prelude, a hint of what he truly was. How could one be so perfect?
“God…” Teru murmured. He would get on his knees if only asked, but Raito seemed content to simply have him stand there. Those chestnut eyes bore into him with the intent to study, to scrutinize, and to judge. Only he could judge Teru, otherwise the prosecutor wouldn’t hesitate to incapacitate any who found themselves fit to play a false prophet.
“Well done, Mikami,” Raito said. It was a symphony to his ears, hearing God praise him. “You’ve been loyal, I appreciate that. You understand how Kira works. How I work.”
Yes, he did. Teru knew God’s mission. He knew his goals, was moved by them, and devoted himself to accomplishing the tasks given.
Especially now that he saw the face of God, Teru would do anything. He would walk across hot coals and bare lashes against his back to even catch a fleeting glimpse of a smile, a look, a wave. Milky skin and rosy cheeks would haunt his dreams for the rest of his mortal life, and even beyond in the depths of purgatory he would think of such ethereal features.
“I think you deserve a reward.” Raito graced him with a soft quirk of his lips, and to Teru that seemed reward enough.
“If my God wills it, it shall be done,” Teru said. Who was he to question what he did and didn’t deserve? As much as he personally felt like he was not worthy, his God deemed otherwise. He wouldn’t disobey a single word that came from Raito’s soft, pink mouth.
Teru then felt a hand on his cheek and the rush of warmth startled him. His God’s palm pressed gently against his skin. Teru resisted the urge to lean into the heat.
“You’re shaking,” Raito commented, but Teru was too stunned to reply. “Here. Sit with me, Mikami.”
The warmth fell away, but then returned when it spread to his own hand. His God pressed their fingers together and pulled, bringing Teru out of his stupor to sit on the plush couch in the hotel room.
“Is there anything you want to ask of Kira?” Raito inquired. “As I said, you’ve been a devoted servant. If there’s a request, let me hear it.”
Oh. Teru shouldn’t. He couldn’t ask his God for anything. He had all that he wanted now.
Except…
“A kiss,” Teru whispered. It left his mouth without care, without a second thought. Internally he scolded himself — stupid, imbecile, how dare you ask God for a single, frivolous thing…
A melodic laugh echoed through the room. Teru was stunned by the angelic sound and looked at his God’s face, finding himself ashamed and mystified. He didn’t intend to cause humor, but his God didn’t seem angry by his words. The last thing Teru wanted was to cause upset.
“A kiss?” Raito questioned. He giggled again — giggled — and Teri’s pulse felt wilder than before. Dare he say that his God was cute, adorable even, especially when he made that sound. Then again, it was obvious that Raito could be anything and everything, whether it be stunning or precious.
Precious appeared more fitting if Teru had to put a name to it. His God was precious, undeniably so.
“You do not need to -" Teru began. He wanted to take back his brazen answer, but Raito silenced him.
His God held out his hand, offering himself to Teru.
Oh. Oh.
He didn’t allow himself to cry. No, he would hold his composure.
Teru took that delicate hand into his own and brought it to his lips. He swore he could feel every crease and ridge of his God’s skin just from the slight contact. Not a flaw could be detected, just as he knew, unblemished and creamy and overwhelmingly lavish.
“Good boy,” Raito praised.
Teru could have melted. He felt like he was already a puddle on the floor. His God approved of him, of his actions, of this. He daringly allowed himself to be selfish, just for a fraction of a second, and pressed another kiss to his palm. No warnings heeded him to stop, so he closed his eyes and held his mouth there for a moment, savoring the taste of Raito Yagami.
“Anything for you,” Teru told him, confessing his thoughts. Anything at all. He would burn down the city, cause calamity worldwide, or write anyone’s name, even his own, should his God want it.
Raito studied him again. Those whiskey eyes and honey locks invaded his vision again as Teru glanced up under his lashes, waiting for him to speak.
“Anything?” Raito asked. His voice dripped of curiosity.
“Your command is sacred. Your wants are my wants,” Teru said without hesitation.
Another smile, this time broad and playful. Who knew his God could be so wondrous? Teru briefly thought of seeing other expressions on his face; joy, desire, lust — it was sinful of him to even consider it, but he was a mere human compared to Raito. He was flawed in many ways, despite his prayers and devotion. His mind wasn’t pure, nor holy, no matter how hard he tried.
His God knew this. His God knew everything.
“I’ll keep that in mind, Mikami,” Raito said. He tugged his hand away from Teri’s grasp. “Now, show me your notebook. We're going to have a busy night ahead of us. Justice doesn’t rest, as you know.”
Yes. Yes, he understood this. God’s justice continued on no matter what.
His sinful mind would need to be cleansed and purged. The best way to do that would be to enact his will with the Death Note. He would listen to his God’s words, do his bidding, bring order to the world under Raito’s watchful eye.
His beautiful, lush eyes.
Hastily, Teru grabbed his briefcase. He would need to write many, many names tonight if he were to be considered for forgiveness. As much as he wanted to get lost in the depths of his God’s appearance and allow himself to give in to his basic, human instinct, more important things were at hand.
He opened his notebook and basked in the presence of his God. To the end of this world, Teru thought. Allow me to service you in any way possible.