Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note.
A/N: My second Death Note story.
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Ryuk laughed evilly, and for a good reason. His "young apprentice" Light, had reached the end of his days. What more was that the Shinigami Ryuk had stolen several Death Note's from his superiors and was thinking about eliminating the boy altogether, since he had begun to become a problem between him and his superiors.
"Ya can always bring 'em back." One of his demon buddies suggested. "He'd be a great side-dish! I always love those humans, so tangy and juicy!"
The shinigami sighed. "There will be none of that," he said. "I've happened to take a bit of a liking to this one, so it is unfortunate that he must be eliminated so soon. Still, if these deaths don't stop happening in one particular place, then it will become a worldwide problem. I don't feel like waiting another ten years for things to cool down between these… disturbances. It is best to stop them when I still have the chance to contain them."
The other demon regarded Ryuk carefully. "Why don't you wipe his memory then?" He spoke.
"It is all a matter of personal control. If he is dead, I won't go back to send him on more petty tasks. This may sound stupid to you, but it's the best that I can do. I don't want to kill innocent humans for no reason, especially since that brings me absolutely no enjoyment whatsoever. No, I must kill the boy; even though he is only but a boy. I must go to retrieve Light's Death Note."
"And what about the boy?"
"A peaceful death should just about do the trick."
Ryuk jumped down onto Light's window absolutely quietly. As for the boy, he was currently indisposed off, with bottles surrounding him on the floor. There were beer bottles, along with some pills that did not look like they had belonged in a teenager's room. Light was holding a piece of paper in his hand. Upon closer inspection, it looked to be his report card, and it also looked to be that he was failing ever class except gym.
"It's a pity, because I've always sort of liked you," Ryuk began. "You were different then most of the humans that I had ever let the Death Note slip into their hands. And you will be the most difficult to destroy. You've been such a good boy." Smirking, he began to rifle through the kid's desk, finally finding what he wanted. He began to speak again. "But in time, all of the good must come to an end, so I bid you farewell."
The Shinigami pulled out his own Death Note, and replaced it with Light's. "This won't hurt," he chuckled slightly as he wrote down Light's name, age and type of death. "Nobody will believe that a young boy such as yourself has died of natural causes, so I must be circumspect. A painless death by arson should do. Goodbye, my young prince. When you awaken, you will come to realize that your death is just beginning." With this, he hopped out the window, just barely having the time to turn around before the house was engulfed in flames. Within minutes, it was nothing more than a pile of rubbish.
"What a pity…"
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It may seem a little sloppy, but I just haven't had the time to really give this a good run over. Usually my stories aren't this messy. I apologize.