Author's Note- I tried posting this before but I went back and fixed it up so I'm going to try this again. This will be fairly short and I'm expecting it to only have three parts.
Not for Kira's Sake
"Look at this mess! I'm Kira! I can't waste my time cleaning up my room. There's justice to be served." Sleep depression was beginning to catch up to Light. It had been three days since he had shut his eyes long enough to have a dream, bordering the lines of a nightmare. It had left him restless and power-hungry.
Ryuk took a look at the mess. It was only a few hundred apples, slightly bruised, slightly moldy . He knew it wasn't so much the mess that made Light yell but his frustration. He looked over at Light who as of late much resembled Kira's archrival L. Or at least the man who a few days ago claimed to be the world famous detective L. Light was now sporting bags under his eyes, his hair was in a jungle of tangles and knots, and his clothes was beyond wrinkled. He looked like crap which was totally out of character for Light. It Ryuk said something it might make Light even madder then he already was, so for once, Ryuk held his tongue.
"What are you doing?" Light looked at the gray skinned Shinigami in disgust.
Ryuk let his arm fall to his side. "If you couldn't tell I was holding my tongue."
Light mouthed the word why then tilted himself back in the chair he was sitting on. Ryuk tried taking that moment to apologize. "Light I-"
Light snapped his head down, where moments ago he had his eyes tracing the design on the ceiling, now they glared at the Shinigami. "Ryuk…" Light's voice was wavering because of the large amounts of anger he was trying to suppress.
"Yes?" Ryuk answered carefully.
"I need my personal space for awhile. I want you to go back, and I don't want you to come here again until I call you." Light seemed to have forcibly swallowed he anger.
"Go back where? Define here." Ryuk knew he shouldn't mess with Light, he was in one of his moods, but if he was going away he needed some form of entertainment to remember bye.
"Back to whatever hell you spawned from! Go back to that Shinigami realm you're always complaining about." Looks like Light bit off more anger then he could chew, because there it was, back again to slap Ryuk in the face.
"And I shouldn't go where until you call?" Ryuk asked once he had out foot out Light's window.
"Here, my room, this house. Just get out!" Ryuk could still hear Light losing his temper as he flew away. Psh, and everyone though Kira was a cool levelheaded savior that believed in justice? Where was the justice in getting kicked out of your home? Well it wasn't his home, but he liked to think of it as his. Either way the world was being deceived. Under all that plotting, killing, and speeches Kira was just another human. Light went through puberty like all the other teens, and he still had to deal with hormones like everyone else. He wasn't a god even though he liked to think of himself as one. All that is what made it interesting, Ryuk reasoned.
There was an eerie silence in the Shinigami realm. As far as the eye could see there were no Shinigamis, not a single God of Death lingering around. Any Shinigami that found itself out in the open was quickly reminded of what the definition of fear was. Fear, the agitated feeling caused by the anticipation of the realization of danger, an uneasy feeling that something may happen contrary to one's hopes. Yes that about summed it up. It had been a long time since the Shinigami know as Ryuk had visited the realm. With always following the plans of Kira, who Ryuk liked to call Light, he never had the time. It wasn't his fault that L showed up and was pressuring Light and most importantly it wasn't his fault that Light's room smelled of moldy fruit. Okay well… maybe it was him who stored the apples away under the bed but how was he suppose to know they didn't keep like the sandy ones from the Shinigami realm?
That had been the last straw. Light sent Ryuk away. Tossed aside into the trash, just like those moldy apples. Now what was he suppose to do for entertainment? When he reached the realm the silence was more noticeable than any sound had ever been. Where was everybody? He was about to call out, because even a Shinigami can get the heebie-jeebies, when he heard a soft cracking sound. It was the sound of a bone breaking. This was a joke right? Someone must be playing a trick on him. He looked around to see if he could locate where the sound had come from. Nothing. It was as if the whole realm had been abandoned, maybe it had. Darn, must have missed the memo, Ryuk mused to himself. Where would he go now?
Ryuk could go anywhere that wasn't Light's room, or house, so he could go almost anywhere. Probably shouldn't go anywhere were Light might see him, though it would be funny to see how many people would react to Light yelling at thin air if he lost his cool. Just thinking of all the fun places he could go to put Ryuk in better spirits. He had always wanted to go to Italy… The Shinigami was pulled from his thoughts when a low murmur of whispers began to make the air vibrate. He was defiantly not alone.
The whispering could be heard clearly now but no words came from it. A cloud of black smoke crawled across the floor like a snake stalking it's prey. Ryuk saw it coming and took to the air. It was safe to say something wasn't right. The air began to wrap around him like a blanket. His wings got to the point where they were pinned to his body. You can't kill a Shinigami unless it saves someone with it's Death Note, but you could trap one. Stuck in the air Ryuk was a sitting duck.
"Ryuk… how nice of you to… visit." A soft voice whispered from the smoke, which no longer resembled a snake but a human. Little by little the smoke disappeared and in it's place stood a boy. The boy looked fragile and out of place with his surroundings. He looked up from behind white bangs, that looked mismatched with his orange hair, and stared at Ryuk.
"Well this is home sweet home after all." Ryuk said as if he lungs weren't being crushed. It didn't make much sense because only what he allowed too touch him touched him but this smoke was having no trouble.
"I suppose…" The boy walked over to where Ryuk was suspended in air. "It's fine… you can lower him…"
Before Ryuk could question whom the kid was talking to he was suddenly in contact with the ground. Now that he more level with the boy's face he could see the kid had had black clear irises. It was like looking at an egg cooking in a frying pan only the yolk was black. The pressure on Ryuk's chest slowly lifted away and he began to get feeling in his wings again.
"Ryuk… you have your Death Note… but you claimed you lost yours… and now you've come back leaving the other with a human. Why?" The kid's voice was still only a whisper. He wore a black robe and Ryuk could only see his head and hands.
"I'm on vacation." Answered Ryuk, seeing no reason to tell this kid anything. The kid in a swift movement reached out and placed his fingertips on Ryuk's forehead. The boy's skin was soft and pale, to Ryuk it felt like a light breeze brushing his face. Who the hell was this kid?
"You lied. Ryuk lying to me… is like falling in love… suicide." The boy removed his fingers and chuckled. "I'll be kind though… I'll let you prove to me that you… deserve to live."
Ryuk just nodded dumbly. He was sure the only way a Shinigami could die was by falling in love, had the kid found another way? This could explain the lack of Shinigamis. He could try to escape, but this could be the entertainment he was looking for. He let the kid continue. "All you have to do is… drop this…" The boy pulled a Death Note from beneath his cloak. Ryuk recognized it at once, it had been the Shinigami Nu's. "All you have to do is replace this… notebook… with another notebook. Simple yes?"
Ryuk looked at the Death Note, then at the boy holding it. What had he gotten himself into? No… it was that Light Yagami's entire fault for sending him away. Well he was the one that made the mess with the apples, but it was because he saw the squirrels storing nuts away on the TV that he got the idea, but then again it was because Light wanted to watch the sport's channel in the first place that the TV was on. So the cause must have something to do with sports. Oh yes, now Ryuk remembered. Light liked to watch the high school football team Deimon Devil Bats because he had a suspicion that their quarterback was a criminal, but he had no evidence yet. So their quarterback was the reason behind it all, he would have to thank him later… The boy was waiting for an answer so Ryuk said with more confidence then he felt, "Yes, very simple."
"Good. Then I want you… to bring back that blasted notebook!" The kid's face scrunched up, he looked in pain. The boy gave Ryuk the Death Note and written instruction on where to find the other notebook.
"When you obtain it… come back immediately, and whatever you do, do not look in it!" The boy turned around and began walking away, his black robe billowing after him.
"What happens if I accidentally see part of a page? Or if it falls and opens up?" Asked Ryuk.
Without looking at him the boy called over his shoulder before turning into smoke, "I'll kill Kira."
What a nice guy. Ryuk took one last look around at the sad sate the Shinigami realm was in, it was worse then when he left it the last time. Ryuk's only mistake was storing all those apples and not eating them, he was going to be regretting it for a long time. Under his breath he mumbled, "I don't care what happens to Light, what kind of a threat is that?"
"He's you're only source of entertainment," The boy's voice whispered even though he was no where to be seen.
"Well true but…" Ryuk started.
"JUST GO ALREADY!" The boy shirked, he voice no longer that gentle whisper.
"Fine I'm going," Ryuk couldn't stop the inevitable so he looked at the paper in his hand. The place was in Japan, oh well Italy would have to wait. "Just remember I'm not doing this for Light!"
To be continued…
