Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note, the characters, or anything related to the manga (and anime, though I refuse to watch it). This is pure fanbased, and was written because guys are just too damn lucky.
A/N: I came up with this idea when les anglais sont arrives, for those that don't know french girl "slang", you might get what that means now. It was a random idea and I just started writing. It was very differnet for me since I usually write yoai, but I still think of it that way... Enjoy this prologue - No One of Importance ^ ^
He couldn't believe it was happening, yet there the human was, writhing in his bed from a high fever. Ryuk chewed at his lip as he watched the suffering human, too fevered to wake up from his troubled sleep. The shinigami stared down at the paper he received after his summons to the Shinigami Realm. He was most amused by the teen's enthusiasm with the Death Note, however he never imagined it would actually come to this point. He had already killed ten thousand criminals, were there truly so many? How the kills flew by and stacked up to this towering sum. The shinigami grimaced, how would he explain this to the human? Had it truly come to this point? He remembered what the king said, the balance was lost, and now the human had to correct what he had done.
The teen moaned in his pain, the shinigami winced at the high frequency and the light sound of the noise. It was low from the pain the human was going through, the…the changes the human was going through. The shinigami looked out the teen's window into the night. Snow still drifted lazily down from the cloudy night sky. The shinigami shuddered at the whimper which escaped the teen's lips. He only hoped the fun would continue, but…but with the news he had for the teen, he knew there was a very slim chance. It was that lady that sent the teen over, that poor FBI woman. Perhaps if it was just another criminal this wouldn't be happening, if it was another rapist…the Shinigami slid his yellow eyes closed, but this? Really?
Ryuk could not stay in that room much longer, he needed to leave with some sanity intact. He was half way through the wall when the rustling of the bed stopped and the labored breathing lessened. "Ry-Ryuk?" the teen called softly, voice floating through the air like music. The shinigami wince and turned slowly around. Doe brown eyes stared at him, still drowsy from sleep and fever. "Where did you go off to?" the teen whispered as those brown eyes fluttered closed. The round face lying on the white pillow contorted from a wave of pain.
"I was summoned to the Shinigami Realm, kiddo," why lie, why hide anything now, it was clearly too late.
"W-what for?" the teen tried to keep a whimper in but the pain and fever won out against the teen's will.
"Raito…I…" he trailed off staring down once more at the paper in his skeletal hands. One warm brown eye opened, immediately drawn to the parchment in the shinigami's hands.
"What's that?" the teen gritted out while gasping in pain as slender hands gripped bed sheets tightly, twisting the white fabric.
"Raito, I forgot to mention something," there, he said it all, he managed to get it all out! The distorted skeletal figure anticipated an angry out burst but the teen could only writhe from a new wave of pain. "There are other…punishments for using the…for a human using the Death Note, and a human using it excessively," the teen gave out another moan as the lithe frame shook from the pain, "I never expected you to go so far…and now…Raito, you've killed ten thousand humans already, do you know what that does to the balance of the…of the universe? Perhaps if it was ten thousand over the span of ten years, but it has only been a few months. For every death one birth must replace it, at least one birth," Raito gave a cry, back arching from the agony of this strange fever. "The balance is thrown completely and to add on to that…Raito, you have to correct this," the teen was whimpering, curling up into a ball as that last nasty wave left.
"Ryuk, what are you…" the teen trailed off hearing the weak and soft words which were strangely emanating from him. He shot up in his bed, the pain having left him fully. He hurried to the bathroom across the hall and stared at his reflection. His face was softer and thinner, in fact, his whole body seemed slimmer and softer. "I couldn't have sweat…" he trailed off catching the sound of his voice, it was higher and overall softer, and not the low timber he remembered. He whirled around staring at the shinigami. "Ryuk what did you mean I have to correct the 'balance'?" he winced at the high octave his voice took and his eyes widened fearfully.
Ryuk handed the teen the paper he had been holding, "You like taking away life so much, the real Gods decided you needed to create some," a slender shaking hand took the paper and doe brown eyes widened at the words written on it. "I thinking killing that FBI woman was a bad idea, she was your ten thousandth victim," the teen swallowed his throat suddenly dry.
"I'm going to die?" he whispered weakly as his throat tightened and the desire to cry came over him strongly. His knees gave out under him and he slumped to the ground while still staring at the sheet of paper. The teen looked down at his…his body, he slowly unbuttoned his sleep shirt before hurriedly wrapping it tightly around him. He stared up at the shinigami in horror, "Explain," he pleaded as tears slipped down his face.
"Raito, I've seen this happen once before, but the man, this did not happen to him…perhaps because that victim was a man…" the shinigami shook his head as he remembered the black plague. The human population was much smaller back then so it did not take as many kills with the Death Note, but still "You will have three months to…to conceive or you will be killed,"
"What?" the teen sobbed trying to get to…to her feet. "Will I be like this…forever?" the crying teen asked with trembling lips.
"I don't know, whenever the balance is reset or you learn your lesson. You'll have to wait until then to find out," there was a strained silence filled with the teen's sobbing, "Did you think it would only affect you humans? Our…our life source was being taken from us, and the Gods were loosing their children, the whole universe is complicated kid, you shouldn't have fucked with it so much and so fast," the shinigami chided.
"Why didn't you tell me?" those doe brown eyes looked so betrayed and filled with so much shame.
"Didn't realize until too late," the teen glared at the shinigami past…her tears. Shaking…her head…she got up and went to…her room. Throwing on some clothes and a jacket the teen moved to the computer desk containing the Death Note. Undoing the trap and retrieving the notebook was easy and took less than a minute. Grabbing a book back and filling it with Raito's saved up money and some more clothes the teen sneaked downstairs and out the door. "What are you doing?"
"I can't stay there any more Ryuk," Raito winced at the sound of…her voice. Gritting her teeth in shame the…young woman walked through the bitter night to the subway.
"You might not want to used the Death Note for a while, it may make things worse for you,"
"What about the names I have written down?" The shinigami knew the teen was referring to the deaths set for future dates.
"They were already counted for. How many names did you write after you killed her?" Raito paid for the subway ticket and got onto the train before responding to the shinigami.
"Twenty, fifty, I don't know it's been a few days," the teen whispered, staring out at the speeding tunnels. "Maybe a hundred," the shinigami winced at the number, shaking his head in pity.
"Do you have any plans?" he looked expectantly at the teen in front of him.
"I need to get pregnant right?" the shinigami nodded his head grimacing along with the teen, "I need to start dating then," the teen tried to laugh at her joke but ended up sobbing.
A/N: There you go, the prologue. The next chapters should come up pretty fast; I just have to finish editing before posting the other chapters. Hopefully people like it. I'm not a fan for these kinds of stories, but I was feeling a little pissed off that guys don't have to experience the same pains we do, so…heh. Sincerely – No One of Importance ^ ^