Light Yagami had never been quite the same since he'd felt L Lawliet's heart stutter it's last beat as the detective died in his arms. He liked to pretend that he was gleeful at the prospect of the inky haired man's death, seeing as the very last thing that had kept him from his New World had been eliminated.

But Light had become even hollower than he'd ever been before.

At first, he was in heavy denial, drowning his confusing feelings in running circles around the police and coffee - too scared to confront his feelings.

Of course, when that got too much, he let Misa sleep with him but it was disappointing. She was... too small. Too soft. Blonde. Feminine. Bubbly. Stupid. Without the threat of Rem, he just kept her around as nothing more than another decoration in his apartment, using her as his connection to the outside world to keep up appearances.

Kiyomi was a bit better but not by much. She was smart enough and had the right colour but she talked too much. Tricking Matsuda three years down the line had been a little bit of a breaking point. The man had been extremely stubborn and skittish, but he was alright enough to the point Light did use him again a few times.

Mikami had been his new fixation when Light had first seen him. The man was closest enough to pass as L that Light picked him often, able to function again to finally beat the police and make three quarters of the world submit to Kira.

But dear god... When the SPK had been silly and attempted to capture and execute Light in his own headquarters - It was then Light felt as if he'd been blessed again. He laid his eyes on you, a member of the SPK, when the team had been captured and prepped for execution. If he didn't know better, he'd think L had been resurrected. The resemblance was uncanny. He couldn't kill you - no matter how much you hissed and kicked.

He'd been given a gift to keep him from shattering and he'd be a fool to throw it away. He'd break you and build you back up to be his perfect L.