WE BACK WITH MORE DEATH NOTE, SONS.

The plot will be following the main plot of Death Note, but there will be a lot of elements from KuroS in it as well, and there will be a load of headcanons, too :)

Enjoy!

The wind never slowed above – relentless, it blew, rustling the dead grass that persisted in odd corners, shifting the bones that lay throughout the grey landscape, making them rattle against each other in a hollow melody. Dust blew through the air, sparkling in the dim light of the realm as it blew past the occupants of the world, slumped where they sat, monstrous bodies limp where they lay. Other hulking forms wandered the world aimlessly, dragging their feet through the punishingly sharp stones that littered the ground, and those that remained would hunch down in their little groups, rattling dice carved from rocks and bones, pushing various mementos back and forth – a shiny rock there, a strangely-shaped bit of bone here.

In other words, it was boring.

Greasy strands of black hair rustled as the non-stop breeze blew by again, and long, black-clawed fingers reached up, pushing them away from red-ringed, yellow eyes. "What a bore," the creature rasped, tongue flicking out over cracked, dry black lips. "Day in, day out. . . how is it that humans say? Lame."

"Nothing to be done," another voice said, and the first figure turned his head slightly, tucking his patchworked hands into the pockets of his ragged leather pants. "They are only that, after all: human."

The second figure unfolded herself slowly from where she'd been laying on the ground, curled up like a cat. Her white skin, hair, and clothes provided a welcome reprieve from the dreary, monochrome landscape around them. She reached up, brushing purple-tipped, chalky white locks away from her colorless face with a skeletal, taloned hand as she walked towards him, sheer cloak fluttering behind her filled with holes. "Yet you watch them," she said, moving to stand next to the other figure as he stared down through a hole in the ground, the barest amount of light shining through it, making their clammy skin seem warm, full of life.

He cackled. "I'm not the only one, eh, Rem?" he ran a hand through her hair, claws scraping her scalp, and she jerked away, making an irritated noise.

"I watch one," she hissed. "And don't make such human actions towards me – I'm not one of those mortal women you can charm into giving you their years."

"Of course," he purred smoothly, but his voice didn't match his sneer. "Although I wouldn't be so sure about that; you've spent so much time mooning over that – what was the word you used? Mortal?" Rem snarled, and he took a step away, raising his hands. "I'm just saying, dear friend. You've been neglecting your duties. Better pick it up before you become just like her – and him."

"I have no friends," Rem hissed. "And it's not as if you have much room to speak when it comes to our duties, Ryuk. I've seen no sign of you working, or so much as write a word in the past days – no, weeks." Her gaze flicked to the chain hanging from his belt, decorated with a single heart pendant. "Where is your notebook?" Her hand drifted to cover the black journal hanging from her own hip.

"Ah, yeah," Ryuk tilted his head, scratching his chin, though there was no stubble to be found. "About that," he snickered. "I lost it."

Rem's eyes widened, purple lips falling open in a perfect O as her jaw dropped. "You what?" she spoke quietly, near a whisper.

"I lost it," he shrugged. "Dropped it."

"You – how could you do that?" Rem seized him around the neck, dragging the taller of the two down so that they were eye-to-eye. "You realize what you have done?" she hissed, claws tightening around his throat. "You have doomed yourself, you fool!"

"Aw," Ryuk snickered, grabbing Rem's hand. She glowered at him as he squeezed it, forcing it away. "No need to worry, dearest," he patted her on the cheek, letting his fingers brush over the bandage wrapped over one eye. "I know exactly where it is."

Rem glared at him as she jerked her hand away. "Fool," she repeated. "That's not loss, that's laziness."

"Not quite, lovely," Ryuk commented, striding over to stand at the edge of the hole, looking down, bathing himself once more in the light. "See, I know where it is, but it's kinda in a tough-to-reach place. . ."

"Speak plainly, for once," Rem snapped. "You're not a child, not by a long shot – stop acting like one."

"You wound me!" Ryuk pressed a hand to his chest. "Why, my skin's as soft as a baby's bottom!"

"A dead one."

"Ouch," Ryuk turned to look back at the hole. "Very well, sweet," he sighed. "I dropped it," he pointed down into the hole. "There."

Rem's eyes widened to the point where Ryuk seriously began worrying that they'd roll from their sockets. "You. . ." she sounded truly frightened, fists clenching. "You dropped your Death Note," she finally said. "You dropped your Death Note into the human world."

"Why, yes!" Ryuk clasped his hands with a grin. "Who'd have thought?"

Rem backed away, shaking her head. "You're a true fool," she said. "You're going to get it back, aren't you?"

"Well. . ." Ryuk drawled, crouching into a squat next to the hole, peering over the edge. "I would, see, but there's a slight problem with that plan."

"Don't tell me –" Rem began.

"Yup," Ryuk said. "Going, going. . . gone!"

"Fool," Rem repeated, glaring at him, one visible eye glowing. "You realize what's going to happen?"

"Chaos, bloodshed, destruction, abject misery," Ryuk counted on his fingers, grinning.

"Stop yourself!" Rem shouted. "You have no idea what you've done –"

"Oh, on the contrary, love, I know exactly what I've done."

"Which is?"

Ryuk grinned, teeth glinting in the light from the hole. "I'm about to have some fun, aren't I?"

Rem glared at him before turning away, stone-faced. "Do what you will," she hissed. "But I'll have no part in it."

Ryuk cackled as she stepped away, back arching. He grit his teeth, and, with a hiss, stiffened. Two dark blue appendages burst from his back – wings, like those of a massive, sickly crow, feather rustling in the ever-present breeze. The Shinigami flapped them once, twice, rising into the air and plunging into the hole, his last cackle echoing through the empty air.

Rem stood still, watching as the sunlight streaming into the dark, dismal realm flickered, overtaken by clouds. She stepped closer to the edge, looking down as rain began pouring onto the realm below.

"Do what you will," she repeated quietly, though there was no one left to hear her – and, if anybody was they certainly wouldn't know, or care, about what she was talking about. "But I will have no part in it." Her own wings unfurled from her back, bones clacking as they snapped into place behind her, pale mesh stretched between the bones, not unlike her cloak. She flapped them, rising into the air. "And neither will she."