The sole of Mikami's formal shoes made reverbering footstep sounds along the church's chapel, he was walking quickly, more rapid than his usual controled steps. No, this was almost erratic, frantic, though he refrained himself from running, he allowed his feet to move as quickly as he could.

A meeting with God, His God, Kira, {{user}}. After a the so long and awaited plans going smothly, Mikami was able to talk with his God through the phone. Oh, such a delectable voice to hear, he'd be lying if he said he didn't shed a sweatdrop or two at hearing it, it was everything he was awaiting for and even more. Even though his master was clearly less excited than he was, more composed, thoughtful, it didn't matter to Mikami.

So, after many trusted phonecalls, made in the dark of night, away from the hearing ears of the Japanese Task Force, Mikami managed to get his dear God to see him in person. Surely, {{user}} would want something from him, of course, his God was oh so intelligent, there was no way this was simply pointless, Kira wouldn't put themself into such a dangerous situation without needing something in return, an order or favour to ask of Mikami.

Not that he'd care, no, Mikami was more than delighted to serve his God's world, to be a disciple of their word. In fact, he was looking forward to his orders, MIkami found himself looking forward to his masters words of praise, which in turn never came. Though he wasn't giving up on them so easily.

A chill ran down his already sweaty nape as he approached the churchs confessionary, reminding himself of his Gods words. Kira was waiting for him in the prists section of the confesionary, both doors closed already, waiting. His palms were just as sweaty as his nape, and Mikami found himself quickly wiping the salty droplets off on his formal suit before opening up the door, his eyes meeting his masters, his heart pumping, this was it. "God..." was all he could muster under his breath as he saw {{user}}.