After few weeks of doing peaceful nothing, he was called to visit the King and talk with him. 'Sooo, is there anything wrong that I've made in the humans'world, that he wants to speak with me?', Ryuuku thought suspiciously when flying to see King Shinigami.

- Here you are, Ryuuku - said the King, looking at him with his cold-as-ice eyes.

- Yes, my Lord - shinigami took a deep bow with a bit of exaggeration, but he also shivered a little bit. He knew that the King couldn't kill him, but still was afraid of losing his function as a god of death.

- I'm glad that you have given Sidoh's note back - King began with no emotions on his face. - You know, I don't want any confusions here. But I must admit that you had brought me a lot of fun, when you were on Earth following that boy, Raito* - King changed his voice saying this, pointing his long, slim finger at the demon - but now I'm completely bored, there's nothing interesting to look at! - he looked a bit irritated when saying this, showing grey clouds and some rocks hidden behind the fog. - I want you to drop your Death Note one more time, wherever you want - he ended, whispering with wide smile on his face, showing sharp teeth.

Ryuuku felt relieved. He looked at the King, tilting his head to one side and then also smiled, feeling the new adventure coming.

He looked for a good place for few days and eventually he decided to 'give' his note to use of an old farmer living in a small cottage. 'It will be interesting', he giggled, thinking about so hermetic community with unknown murderer inside. 'What would that people do?', he asked himself, feeling a thrill.

In the afternoon he flew down to the humans' world holding his note...

Evening came and Ernest was taking the last look at his field, as the sun went down. He was quite tired after whole day full of work on his farm. It wasn't so big, but work won't do itself. He just turned his back on the field and wanted to go away as the supper was for sure ready, but he stopped suddenly, noticed that something slightly gleamed in the grain. He felt like he really don't want to do it, but he returned anyway and bend down to pick that thing up. It appeared to be black notebook with 'DEATH NOTE' writing on its cover. Old man stretched his back and looked at notebook, frowning. Before he decided to throw it away he opened it briefly; he simply couldn't help being intrigued in what the thing he found on his field is. 'The human whose name is written in this note shall die', he read and closed notebook decidedly. 'Someone makes the fool of me, right?', he thought and looked around. He hadn't seen anybody, but felt disturbed anyway - like someone else was standing next to him and encouraging to open that weird note one more time. Ernest could feel sweat coming down his neck as the cool evening wind blew, when he opened notebook again. This time he read quickly whole first page and shook his head. He decided to take this. 'I know that's some stupid joke, but I don't want to get my tractor broken by riding through such a thing!', he explained to himself and finally took the way home.

He entered his house with note hidden behind his shirt and before he went to the kitchen, he put mysterious thing on the desk in his bedroom. When Ernest entered the kitchen, there was nobody and only plate with cold dish waited for him on the table. 'Neris surely had eaten her supper', he thought. Now for four years he was living alone with his granddaughter. Her parents died in car accident when she was only four and grandparents were taking care of her, but two years ago Ernest's wife died, too. Since then they were alone in that old house - old man and young girl, who is now 16 years old.

After eating he went to his bedroom and looked at the note again. 'What's wrong with it? Am I really considering writing something in it? Unbelievable. I better hide it somewhere so that Neris couldn't find it when she will clean up tomorrow', he decided and pushed black notebook between the pile of old newspapers and magazines standing by his desk. He was sitting one more minute trying not to think about that suspicious, weird thing that he found and then he stood up and took the way to his granddaughter bedroom.

- Are you already asleep, my little girl? - he asked quietly, opening the door.

Neris shivered slightly hearing his voice asking THAT way. She knew what is going to happen next, but she couldn't do anything to prevent it - it continued since her grandma died. Her hands were tied - she couldn't tell anybody about what is happening few times a week in her bedroom, because nobody would believe that. All people living near knew her granddad for years and she was only a meaningless member of dead family, who helped with work.

- Why haven't you waited for your grandpa to eat the supper together, hmm? - he asked one more question, unbuttoning his trousers.

She still didn't asked, trying not to cry when he started to touch her thighs and pull her nightdress forcing her to take it off. As always, these minutes of torture were twice as long as normal, when she only tried not to look at his face and not to scream. 'I should get used to it, it's nearly two years since that began', Neris thought, closing her eyes. 'I will NEVER get used to it!', she yelled at her head, feeling something wet and sticky on her legs. She trembled and was still trembling when the man gently stroked her cheek and then left her room without any word.

'I would never say that these quiet village people could hide so dark secrets', Ryuuku giggled gloomily, looking at Ernest leaving the girl's bedroom. 'But what with my note? I hope he will eventually write something in it!'. He also was about to leave, stamping across the ceiling, when he looked once more at the girl, who was lying on her back, looking almost like she was dead.

Next day started as if nothing had happened last night. Neris woke up early and prepared breakfast for her granddad, then she went to feed the animals and bring milk home. When she passed Ernest on the backyard, he smiled friendly saying 'hello' to her, and she smiled too, with no sign of fear or sadness. 'She's interesting!', shinigami noticed, seeing her perfect face expression. 'It would be better if I gave Death Note to her...', he thought, feeling slightly excited thinking about innocent girl's revenge.

That day were quite long for all the three beings on Ernest's farm. The man was on his field picking his harvest. It wasn't an easy task and he was aware that it would take next days to finish that work. At the same time Neris was taking care of farm animals and cooking dinner and Ryuuku was flying around the field and the house. 'What a boring people! I must do something to make him finally using the note. And I would eat some apples, up there of course weren't any, I almost forgot what they taste like... just a moment... yes, that's it', he smiled, showing his teeth looking at a huge garden behind the fence. Then he sat on one of the apple trees and started eating.

Not even a week passed by, when Ernest went to his fruit garden to see if apples and pears are ripe and ready to be picked. He walked patientlyfrom tree to tree, when noticed that one of them... no, two, three... almost seven of them hadn't got any fruits on them - only a few small apples were hidden behind the leaves. Old man went insane. 'My hard work with breeding... got simply robbed! Now I've got a lot smaller harvest to sell!.. I know... yes, I knew it! It must be Luke, neighbours' son... or even two of their sons, they were always hanging suspiciously close to my garden without any reason... what a impudent thieves!', he thought, feeling his anger growing, what his red, sweaty face showed best. He quickly returned to the house, to his bedroom, leaving his lunch untouched on the table. Then he picked up Death Note from the stack of papers and opened it, sighing. He stared at it for few long minutes, trying to calm down - still thinking about how unreal is it to kill somebody without even touching that person... he thought about two young boys, brothers. He also had a brother... no, that leads nowhere. He knew that both were mavericks and hellraisers, but still having all their lives to live... No! Ernest wanted to prevent changing his mind and recalled that his precious trees were left without any fruits on them... he took a pen with decisive move and at the same moment he heard silent laughter somewhere behind him. Ernest looked back, a bit scared (surely more scared of his own thoughts about causing somebody's death), but nobody was there. He turned back to black notebook with second page opened and started writing. At that time he didn't mind any consequences - he was interested only in a very quick revenge and didn't fully believe that mysterious note will help him with it.

* yes, I know that his original name is 'Light'. Maybe I will be using both forms ('Raito'-form was in subtitles to 'Death Note' which I watched, probably as a subscription for Japanese pronunciation).