My Little Death Note: Execution is Magic
Prologue: Dymari's Boredom
"I'm bored." complained Baiku. The gray zombie-like death god was frequently bored. This was a fact that thoroughly annoyed Dymari, a vivid black and white skeleton-like creature, with his colors always changing.
"You are always- ALWAYS- bored. Why don't you go screw with the humans or something?" Dymari said. "I know you stole that Death Note from Mazo. Use it, make the human world go crazy."
"Don't taunt me like that. You know that we can't even make contact with a human. Stupid Ryuk, ruining everything for everyone else..." Baiku said. It was true. Ever since Ryuk had dropped the Death Note at the feet of a Japanese schoolboy and brought too much attention to the Shinigami world, contact with humans was forbidden. This law had been in effect for half a century, and was due to be in effect for at least two and a half more.
"Well, what else is there? What can we do?" Dymari asked.
"See? Now you know how I feel!" exclaimed a still frustrated Baiku. Dymari was always a thinker, which kept him sane, especially in the times that Baiku had one of his 'periods', as Dymari called them. Baiku had a tendency to, about every two months, realize that the world of death is boring as... Well, as boring as Hell.
"I suppose I could modify my portal." Thought Dymari out loud. "If I simply modify the wavelength of the omnidirectional servers in my trans-dimensional portal's warp hole base, I could redirect the molecular travels, causing me to be able to access parallel, or maybe even completely different worlds!"
"Dude, shut up. You're starting to sound smart again." said Baiku, not realizing that Dymari had just found the cure to both of their boredomes. Dymari, however, had the gears spinning wildly in his head. He flew off to his house, if it even could be considered such. With the elements of both magic and science at his hands, Dymari had access to more than any other scientist could even dream of having.
He walked over to his dedicated shinigami realm to human world portal, still thinking deeply. The shinigami had always tinkered with trinkets and things he found (or stole, if he really wanted it), but he had never once thought to mess with the portal. He sifted some dust off of the cover he had put on it, coughing and cringing away. He despised dust.
He tried the classic human tools, he tried basic magic, he even tried just throwing stuff at it, but no matter how much he tried, nothing seemed to work. He could still plainly see the human world. For the first time for him, his theories had proven false. He leaned up against the portal's freaky control panel and slid down, finally giving up after six hours. He heard a static-like crackling sound coming from the portal. He stood up and looked into he portal.
"I... I did it." he said. He wasn't sure how, but he'd changed the portal's location from a drab wheat field to a colorful, stone-and-straw type town. It may still be Earth, but it was a start. Then he heard a pair of voices and saw two brightly colored horses walk past the portal's view.
No riders? Dymari thought. But then... who was talking?
He looked closer and saw that the horses were speaking. He also realized that he needed to have an extra Death Note to actually do anything in that world. It was an easily solved problem. Baiku had a gambling addiction, and a game could be rigged to ensure the loss of his extra Death Note.
In the short flight over to the bench Baiku was laying on, Dymari had already devised a scheme.
"Hey, Baiku. Wanna play a game?" Dymari said to the lazy shinigami.
"What kind of game?" Baiku asked, his curiosity obtained.
The plan was simple: a ball-and-cup trick, letting him win twice and getting small prizes, then playing for the Death Note and ensuring his loss.
"I have three cups, and a ball under the middle one. I'll mix them around, and if you can find it, you get a roast chicken. I know how much you love yourself some roast chicken." Dymari explained.
"And if you win?" Baiku asked.
"If I win, then I get a cupcake from your stash." Dymari said. Ever since shinigami had mass ventured to the human world, they had been using delicious human food as a sort of currency. Everyone had their favorite, and Dymari's was by-far cupcakes.
"Deal. Let's play." Baiku agreed.
Back at Dymari's small abode, the game had been going on longer than expected. He kept asking to increase the difficulty of the game, and Dymari kept , he dacided not to wait any longer.
"You've won about thirty times, and I want to up the anti. How about this: If you win again, you get all of my chickens. But if I win, I get your extra Death Note." He offered.
"Deal. I'm on a roll." Baiku agreed without hesitation Dymari set up the game and moved the cups faster than ever before. Halfway through the mixing, he took the ball away without Baiku noticing. Baiku guessed, and lost, as expected.
"Take your damn Death Note. Just give me the rest of my chickens." Baiku grumbled, handing over the notebook. Dymari gladly handed over a bag of roast chickens (some real, some fake).
Baiku left in a hurry, anxious to eat his chicken. Meanwhile, Dymari returned to his portal. He realized, as theyu weren't humans, that the rules of the death note would have to be modified to work for ponies (which he had learned they called by listening to conversations). It was a fairly evil task. He tested it out, and it worked perfectly. Now, all he had to do was wait for a pony to walk by. Soon, one did. She was alone, which made the plan that much easier. He waited for the right time, and dropped it through the portal.
His timing was perfect. The notebook landed directly in font of her. She picked it up, curious. He could now enter that world, and that's exactly what he did. He hid, watching from a distance. She opened it and read the front cover rules.
"The pony who's name is written in this note... shall die?!"
Hey, readers! It's BigBadFluttershy here, with a new crossover idea I had after walking through some marijuana smoke on accident I don't smoke, but my cousin does, and I walked past him and got very high. It was this morning,as the new MLP episode came on, and i was like "Ponies plus Death equals f***ing awesome!", and this story was born! As always,
The pony who only cares a little bit, BigBadFluttershy