Death note fan fiction:
What happened next.
PROLOGUE
"Kira is finally dead!"
This message has been broadcasted across the world, for everyone to hear. Those four words caused several different reactions. For some people, they see reason to celebrate, for a murderer is dead. For others, they feel need to seek revenge, for in their opinion- a God has been murdered.
The year is now 2012, two years after Light Yagami's death. Most people had forgotten about the Kira case by now, and life carried on as normal.
A short young man, around the age of 19, walked lazily down a dark, grey hallway. He twirled his white hair around his fingers, and straightened his white shirt. He inserted the pin in to a safe and took out a black notebook, the words 'Death note' read loudly on the cover.
"Near" came a voice behind Near. Near turned around, reluctantly, facing his colleague. His colleague was a young man, in his mid 30's. He had short black hair, and appeared much younger then his age. "Yes Matsuda?" spoke Near, looking at Matsuda with a bored expression on his face.
"What exactly are we going to do with the death note sir?" He shuddered, as memories from the death note flooded back in to his brain.
Near raised an eyebrow to Matsuda.
"I am going to destroy it of course." Near spoke, casually, pulling a lighter from his pocket and holding it below the death note. Matsuda stared at Near with resentfulness, He felt he should have had some credit for the death of Kira, being the one that shot him. But Near treated him as a dim-witted buffoon.
"With all respect, Near, if you were simply going to burn it, then why did you ask me to come along?" Matsuda asked in annoyance, as he watched the Death Note alight, the flames dancing around it.
"Just in case." Near said, smiling at Matsuda's annoyed face. Near left, leaving Matsuda staring at the ashes of the Death note.
Meanwhile, in the Shinigami realm, Ryuk sat, bored once again. The Shinigami realm seemed so tedious compared to the over-exaggerated drama that happened in the human world. Also there was no apples, All he did day and night was gamble, then sleep.
"Hey Ryuk" came the voice of a fellow Shinigami, Sidoh. "Guess what?" he said, more cheery then usual. Ryuk, bemused, stood up and yawned. "Amuse me" he said to Sidoh. Sidoh revealed two Death Notes. Ryuk raised his eyebrow "Why do you have two?" He asked Sidoh. Sidoh chuckled.
"That's for me to know, and you to not!" he jeered. "Fancy a game of poker?" he said, picking up some cards, and dealing them between himself, Ryuk, and a few more Shinigami's. Ryuk sighed and sat again, looking at his cards. To his surprise, Sidoh threw his spare Death note in to the betting pile. Ryuk looked disappointedly at his cards, which were not very good.
"Feeling lucky Ryuk?" Sidoh asked, sniggering. Ryuk nodded, "Sure" he spoke, nervously chuckling.
The game of poker progressed, Ryuk was determined to win the death note.
Sidoh sniggered, "Three of a kind!" He said proudly, laughing as he watched the other Shinigami's fold. Ryuk smiled victoriously, placing his cards down in front of a sniggering Sidoh. Sidoh's eyes widened as he saw Ryuk's hand.
"A straight flush!" Ryuk laughed, taking the Death note from the pile. He stood up and flew over the Shinigami realm, when he "accidentally" dropped the death note in to the human realm. Ryuk could have drooled at the thought of the apples he would soon be tasting, as he flew in to the human realm.