Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note.
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Light started to shake his head as he dug up the last of the dirt in which he would bury his pride. Setting the Death Note down, he thought that he could hear an almost silent chuckling from the tree above him. He also knew who that voice was from.
"I can't take this anymore, Ryuk!" Light howled without turning around. "I can't do this! It's like I have the weight of the world on my shoulders, and it's killing me! I want to get rid of this, so that I'm not responsible anymore! I can't be!"
The demon chuckled silently as a smile played its way across his lips. "So you're not going to destroy it?" Light gave him a look, but the Shinigami countered it with one of his own. Ryuk continued. "No, you can't burn it. And you can't flush or rip the pages to shreds either.'
The boy raised his eyebrows, "why?"
Ryuk nodded, because he was beginning to laugh, and for the boy, this certainly wasn't a laughing matter. According to the Shinigami's superiors.
"Because that would be a violation of the book's contract with its owner."
Light gulped. "And what about burying it?" He asked solemnly.
Ryuk pulled a pistol from his leg pouch. "For that the penalty is death."
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I like torturing Light. Light isn't as cool as L.