Death Note – Light's Legacy

Chapter 1: Boredom Again

A giant ball of dust. He'd never really thought about it much, but now as Ryuk stared at the empty wastelands of the Shinigami World from behind his bars, he realised just what a pathetic sight it was. He breathed a sigh and propped his long, twisting body against a wall once more. Ryuk opened the empty palm of his clawed hand before closing it again, as though he was carefully squeezing an invisible orb-like object… Oh, if only he had an apple! So juicy… So red and tasty! But lately, not even the other Shinigami had bothered to visit him and the ones that still did didn't bring him apples very often… Not even the rotten, dusty Shinigami version. No, most of them still didn't concern themselves with the human world, not even after that little stunt Meadra had pulled a few years back. The only one who had seemed remotely curious was the old guy – and it wasn't the good kind of curiousity. Apparently, Ryuk hadn't really broken any rules by dropping Shidou's Death Note but the Shinigami King wasn't too pleased about what it had set in motion. Humans weren't really supposed to know about their kind, even if they could only see them after touching a note. Hence the reason Ryuk found himself here. He scratched his neck, looking around his empty cell for the bazillionth time with his big, red eyes. It was nothing but a dark cave with one way in or out; there was only a small crack in the wall that allowed him to look over the wastelands. Chains hung from the ceiling like snakeskins. Geez… Even some gambling with Gook and Dellidublly would be enough to alleviate his boredom at the moment. Just then, though, the sounds of footsteps echoed from above. Ryuk turned his squashed, crocodile-like face to the bars of his cell, where grey light shone down upon his black tufts that humans would call 'hair'. Countless gems twinkled as stars as the figure drew closer.
"Hmmmm? Armonia? What'cha doin' out here?" Ryuk asked the skeletal figure, who happened to be the old guy's right-hand man.
"Be a little more grateful, you washed up Shinigami," Armonia croaked. "I'm here to let you out. Apparently, the king figures you've wasted enough time in there. He wants a word with you, though."
"Oh!" Ryuk was so surprised, he knocked his head against the ceiling when he stood up. Armonia paid no attention to it, placed his golden hand against the bars and they disappeared.
"Well, what are ya waiting for? Move it!" Ryuk's face bore a grin as he followed, stretching out his black wings for the first time in a long, long time… Moving up the winding stairs, his hand went towards the note Meadra had passed out to him… He was getting that feeling again. That spine-tingling sensation that only his little human friend had given him when he'd had that mad, eager look in his eyes… Or when he was elaborating on some flawless scheme for his sinister agenda… "Yagami Light… I think I'll get to have some more fun after all." Ryuk thought to himself. And this time, he had a plan of his own… After all, the Shinigami World was still too boring for him.