A/N: This idea came to me while lying in bed, trying to get to sleep. Yes, I randomly think of anime at such times… sadly. I'm sorry it's short, I don't know how to make it any longer since I got to the point very easily.
Disclaimer: I wish I owned Death Note, but I don't.
The humans don't know of our secret revenge. They're too busy eating us to notice us getting stronger, forging weapons out of the carnage they leave in our damn bags. How could a creature cause so much death with only one hand? They … they took my family in one handful, forcing me to start anew, yet again. A sound from outside the bag took me from my thoughts.
"I'll solve equations with my right hand and write names with my left. I'll take a potato chip... and eat it!" a particularly annoying human said and put his hand in the bag. It was my time.
I readied my position, grabbed a sword made with my wife's femur and ran toward the intruder. It had no effect. I was doomed. Humans are also bigger than we had expected. With sharp teeth. Damn it, what was I thinking?