~Chapter One~

"Welcome to the Shinigami Realm. Are you willing to take the rules of becoming a Shinigami, also known as a Reaper or God of Death? The rules include:

You must continue to write names in the Death Note,

You will never help a human; by doing so you will face death yourself, and the remaining years of your Shinigami life-span will be given to that human,

If you accidently drop your Death Note into the Human World, and that Death Note is picked up by a human, you will follow that human around until he dies,

Whoever picks up your Death Note; you will be the one who writes their name in your own Note…"

"I know the rules. I will uphold them and will not fail to take the lives of humans."

"Whoa there, Buddy, this isn't Boy-Scouts; it's a simple yes or no answer."

"Well then, I accept."

"Hhhhheh hhhhheh hhhhhhehhhh heeee! Very well, welcome to the life of the Shinigami, Light Yagami…"

Light wrote a name in his Death Note. This isn't even close to being as interesting as it was back on earth… he thought to himself. He wrote another name. As a Shinigami, writing names had no benefits, other than expanding a miserable life. As a human I was able to see my works as Kira, at least. Down here it's just so… boring…

"Hey, Light, you want in?" A few Shinigami were playing dice.

"Of course; what else is there to do?"

. "This is the Japanese police! Surrender and we won't use force!" Shuichi Aizawa and his police squad stormed the building. There was a gun-shot. A police-officer fell to the floor, blood spewing from his chest. "Damn it! They've opened fire!" The squad fired back.

It was another gang, dealing illegal weapons in the Black-Market. Ever since Kira stopped killing, the crime rates quadrupled across the world; it was worse in Japan for some reason; probably because that was Kira's base. Now that Kira wasn't there, the world was in constant violence. Wars, murders, gangs; they all were all starting again.

The last thug dropped dead, a ribbon of blood painting the wall behind him. The squad regrouped. One officer and five thugs, dead; two officers wounded. "Okay, search the building for anybody else and arrest them. Also, search for weapons, drugs, or anything illegal," Aizawa commanded.

Aizawa exited the building. It was surrounded by police cars. Touta Matsuda signaled Aizawa. He walked over to him. "They're searching the place," he explained.

"How bad is it?"

"One officer dead and two wounded. Damn it, we lost another officer. God DAMN it!" Aizawa yelled, putting his hand on his head trying to control himself.

"Aizawa, it's all right. He died for a good cause," Matsuda tried to cheer him up.

"Hell, if Kira was still here, this wouldn't have happened."

Matsuda snapped, "DON'T YOU EVER SAY THAT! His name is Light Yagami, and he's a murderer. You of all people shouldn't even think he's justice!"

"You shouldn't be talking. You were the only one in the task force who supported him, up until you found out it was Light. God, let's not get into this right now…"

What… what is this? Light thought to himself. I can't believe it… My sixth month here and it's already happened! He bent over and picked something up; it was a Death Note. I found… somebody's Death Note…

"Hey, Newbie!" somebody yelled at Light. "I left my Death Note here, have you seen it?"

Light smirked. "No, sorry Pal, I haven't seen a Note lying around at all. If I see it, I'll come find you. Deal?"

The other Shinigami stared into Light's eyes. "Fresh meat; you haven't even obtained the Shinigami look yet. How long has it been since you've been here, a year or something?"

"Six months," Light replied.

The other Shinigami laughed. "Damn, time's going slow lately. Whatever. Come find me if you find my Note." He left.

Light stared at the second Notebook. With this… just perhaps… I can do it.

"Leaving already, Light?"

"No, I accidently dropped my Death Note. I'm going to go get it."

"Heh heh, yea right. Whatever, though, it's your Note. Better find it fast, before a human gets a hold of it… Hhhhheh heh heh!"

"It's been six month since Misa Amane disappeared from the media; the same time the killings of Kira stopped. Perhaps, could this celebrity be Kira?"

Misa turned the television off. Light, you liar. You never made me your queen of your new world. Without you, I see no point in continuing my own life… I feel empty. She picked up a picture of her and Light. Damn it, Light. I don't even want to continue my career now that you went and died on me…

It was true. Light promised to make her the queen of the new world he set out to create. He broke his promise when he was killed. He had found a Death Note and tried to change the world. He failed to bring this to truth when the owner of his Notebook killed him.

Light had been convicted as Kira by Near, the best detective in the world. Light ran away after trying to kill Near and his helpers. He was wounded from multiple bullet wounds, however. He didn't make it far, for the original owner of his Notebook had written down his name in his own Death Note.

Misa was a second Kira, but was never convicted. She didn't have her Death Note anymore, though. Both she's and Light's were taken by Near so they could not be used. She was now not able to avenge Light and create a pure world as he thrived to do. There was nothing left now, or so she thought.

Misa left her house to go on a walk and get some air. She walked down the street until she came to the park. She walked down the park path a ways. It was night-time, but the dim lamps lit her path.

She couldn't stop thinking about Light. She stopped walking and started to cry. Light… She almost jumped when her thoughts were interrupted by a "plop!" She studied the ground; there was something there. A chill went down her spine and he lip began quivering. She bent over to pick up whatever made the noise.

Her stomach began feeling sick as she saw the outline of the object in the dim-lighting; the outline of a book. She picked it up and flipped it over. It… can't be… She almost threw up as she read the title. She read it several times just to make sure she wasn't going crazy. It read: Death Note.

She opened it. The first page said: How to use the Note. She wasn't going crazy, she now knew. Nobody could remake the Note this perfect. Few only knew of its existence. Misa suddenly jumped at the sound of a voice.

"So you found my Note?"

She slowly turned around. "Li…Light?"

It was Light. He was actually there. "Misa, I am the Note's owner."

"You're… A Shinigami?" Misa asked. She was so shocked she fell to her knees.

"Misa, I need you to do something for me…"

"Anything for you, Light! I promise: I will kill a billion criminals if I have to!"

"That's good, Misa. You still haven't forgotten our deal."

"Of course, my love! How could I? It's been a long six months, but I could never forget out deal…"

"Thank you, Misa; however, I have something personal to take care of before we proceed with our plans. There's going to be blood, Misa, and I've already shed mine. It's time for revenge…"