A: Hey, I know this is an old story and everything (actually, it's the first one I wrote), but I decided it needed some rewrites (mostly because the thing I liked most about this story these days is how Moon completely changes as the story goes on), so that's my newer project. Out with the old Moon and in with the new! I'll try to update as often as I can, but the storyline shouldn't change all too much.

Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note. (sniffle)

Introduction

Shinigami Realm

A large skeletal shinigami with a jackal head stands up, pushing over the board in front of his companion, another large shinigami with large black wings, pale skin, and red eyes who is eating an apple.

"Where are you going, Jicami, the game's just started?" the pale one asks, taking a large bite from his apple as he did so. Jicami's head turns to regard the shinigami, his floating red eye barely visible over his shoulder.

"I'm going to take a leaf out of your book, Ryuk. It ought to make life more interesting, at any rate."

"Now, the leaf you would be taking is?"

"Stirring things up in the mortal realms."

Ryuk eyes Jicami doubtfully, as though trying to figure out his reasoning. "You know, the whole Light thing is barely eight years old. Recreating Kira won't stir up nearly as much trouble now as it would if you would wait another century or so."

Jicami smiles. "Ah, but if I waited another century, who knows if the girl will still be alive." Ryuk's brow furrows in confusion.

"The girl?"

"Do you remember the girl Sidoh saved before her birth?"

"Little Moon?"

"She's not so little anymore. Apparently, Sidoh infused her with shinigami blood so she's half-and-half. I don't know if this is our genes or hers, but she's now 26 years old, although how she manages to pull off a college student is beyond me."

"Does she know she's Light's daughter?"

"No. Misa kept that from her to protect her. But she seems to have inherited some shinigami powers and quite a bit of her dad's brains."

"How so?"

"She can tell when one of us is looking down on her and she seems to have some residential eye powers. More importantly, I think she's made her own Death Note."

"Really?"

"Yeah. She's killed off about six people already, and those are just ones I know of."

"Why are you going to her now?"

"I bound myself to the old Death Note you had buried in the park."

"And?"

"I think it's time she took up her father's mantle."

Jicami turns then to walk away into the swirling mist of the realm. "Good luck," Ryuk calls after him, settling down to play with the bones again. "If she's anything like Light, you're going to need it," he mutters to himself wryly, taking another large bite of the apple.