Chapter 1: Gods of Death, and Three Eyed Rabbits

The shinigami king laughed, while his world rotted.

This world of the immortals had been slowly decaying into bones, dust and filth for eons. With every passing day the landscape fell like rotting flesh to only revile more dirt, and each day the immortal realm died.

"Well, this is amusing" The king smiled, entertainment was rare in a world such as his "you wish to be granted the powers of a god of death?" He tilted his head and another shriek-like laugh burst forth from him.

The figure in front of him remained silent; unlike the King he was new to this world. His hair stroked across his head in a colour too red for the dying around him, but his eyes were the worst; like syrup. Like gold, drifting in circles, gazing at everything around them. It seemed that only a short time ago these eyes closed for the last time, and now they were getting a second chance.

"Yes, I do" Light responded. Light didn't fit in this dying world, but he would soon "When a Death Note was in my possession, the half the human world bowed down to me, but I guess you know that already"

The king smiled "You speak as if such human achievements are worthy of my attention"

Light wasn't fazed "So you did watch them"

"Yes" the King nodded "It was quite impressive, you had a Death Note for six years, and killed more than most of my subjects do in six centuries. But whether that means you are worthy of another chance... I'm not convinced"

"Then let me convince you"

The King looked up, curious at what the human soul would say

"Give me the powers of a shinigarmi, and a Death Note, and I will defeat the human realm in your name"

The King was interested now.

"Your kingdom is dying, but the human world is only rotting. If I had a single Death Note I would take the human world in order the save this one" Light glanced at the King "Is that convincing enough?"

The King considered this; he knew this world was fading, and he had forgotten what if felt to rule a living world.

The King glanced over this soul with new interest "Most who have wielded a Death Note accept their fate and move on to their afterlife" his lips twisted in joy "But you aren't most humans are you, Light Yagami"

Light just stood still

The King smiled once more "You may get your wish, but first you must pass my test"

"What are the rules of this test?" Light asked

Another laugh burst forth "You are quick to the point aren't you human? The conditions of this test are that you have one year and twenty five days to conquer the human world. You must take over this world with only one Death Note, and only a human can use this Death Note" the King waited for this to sink in

Light understood "So I am to manipulate a human to use to Death Note to my favour? And I'm guessing that only this human can see me?"

The King nodded "Only those who touch that Death Note can see you, and by the way; you are only allowed to manipulate to first human who touches the Death Note"

"And if this human gives up their Death Note?"

The Kings launched his head back in merriment and screeched with glee "Then you, Light Yagami, stay dead"

"It's a bunny" Satsuma said simply, she then pointed out the portions of the rabbit to the enraged art teacher. While Satsuma was busy telling Mr Pahang that the rabbit's third eye was actually a mouth, Ponyo smiled.

Her best friend Satsuma may have the physique, and rimmed glasses of a geek, but her personality came from her honey hair, which was continuously dripping out of her pony tail and onto her pixie face.

Mr Pahang's face peeled back in frustration, which pushed back his crisp black hair "Satsuma, you are supposed to be painting your perspective of the horror of Kira's reign"

Satsuma nodded in agreement "This is all symbolism, the bunny means... that Kira was evil, and his fear... multiplied like rabbits, and now, since Kira's caught he's... as harmless as a ... bunny!" her hair flicked her face as she jumped up "I am an artistic genius!"

Ponyo knew that even though they were best friends, they contrasted each other; while Satsuma was a petit collection of yellow, Ponyo was pale. She had a short thick sea of black hair, which looked like it was submerged above water; her eyes were the darkest blue, and all her clothes hung loosely on her.

"So you're saying that the world's worst serial killer is symbolised as a pink, three eyed rabbit?" Mr Pahang had brought his feature back down to scrunch them up in annoyance

Satsuma crossed her arms "I thought we had already established that the mouth just looked like an eye"

Mr Pahang threw his head back in defeat "Why can't you paint like Ponyo?" he gestured to Ponyo's painting.

Ponyo shrugged modestly "It's just my view of the overall effect of Kira tyranny"

Ponyo had depicted the Earth; darkness clung to the planet like a weed. Anyone who saw this would think that Ponyo thought that Kira was the darkness spreading, but she really meant for the darkness to be evil. Kira was just one killer who had power, he had tried to stop evil but he had become evil instead.

"If I were more like Ponyo, then no one would ever have discovered Kira's bunny side" Satsuma sulked.

To her good fortune; the bell for the end of school screamed before Mr Pahang could, Ponyo collected her art book and bag and left with Satsuma.

The hall was flooded with a sea of students, and the pair of friends fought against the current to the grass haven out-sides. Once they were out, the sun blazed in the sky and warmed up their skin. Satsuma suddenly realised she had forgotten something from inside the building, and worked up her courage to venture into the school again. Ponyo folded her legs underneath herself and pulled out her art book, there she plucked a pencil from its place behind her ear. Ponyo then whipped her hand around in abstract shapes, to capture the figure of a bird in the distance. While she was tracing the creatures out-line, a speck in the distance irritated her eye, and she squinted to look closer.

It was a falling book.

The book clashed against the earth, it then laid there, its crisp white pages exposed to the sun. Ponyo felt the urge to rescue it from its fate if it stayed there, cringing slightly when she stood up, the she walked over to the book.

She then picked it up.

The Ponyo spun it around; the cover said something in English. Ponyo was never good at deciphering English, but she tried. She knew that the second word was the English word for "note", and inside the covers there were other words written in English. She could only make out fragments, and soon gave up. She then flipped through the pages, which were all just frosty white; it was ideal for an art book. But there was something strange about it, a weird feeling which prodded the base of her neck. Ponyo flickered through the pages until she reached the back of the cover, she suddenly remembered one of the words; die. She dropped the book in disgust; she would have nothing to do with death.

Ponyo didn't know it was too late to reverse her action now.

She strolled her way back to her original spot, but her art book was missing. Quickly, she scanned the area for it, a figure stood in the distance.

Ponyo glanced up and saw him; he had her art book tucked under his arm. He looked old enough for graduation, and was wearing an ink black suit. He had reddish brown hair.

"Hey, that's mine!" Ponyo yelled, and she marched toward him.

Satsuma suddenly called Ponyo's name, Ponyo turned to her for help in confronting the thief.

"Who you yelling at?" Satsuma asked

Ponyo was confused, and glanced around to see the thief had disappeared.

"You didn't see him? He was there a second ago"

Satsuma tugged her glasses off, then started using her shirt to clean them "My glasses probably messed up again"

"He stole my art book. How am I going to afford another art book? I need an art book; otherwise I have nothing to sell on market day!" Ponyo felt like sinking to the ground and crying

Satsuma grimaced, but she knew what to do in a situation like this one. She guttered her bag, and pulled a small square object out.

"Wow, I'm so full that I have no idea what to do with this delicious ham and cheese sandwich! Do you have any ideas Ponyo?" the sandwich disappeared within the second.

Ponyo quickly inhaled the sandwich. She thanked Satsuma for the gesture, who said it was nothing and that she hated cheese and ham anyway.

"It's what fat Americans eat" Satsuma reasoned in her own racist way.

Ponyo smiled, and waved good-bye when Satsuma was picked up by her parents. With Satsuma gone it was time to go, but she couldn't leave yet. She paced over to the book she saw falling, it seemed like it was waiting for her. But with her art book missing she needed another to sell.

So Ponyo plucked it from the ground and stashed it in her bag, and while she walked away; a figure in the distance grinned.