Again, I state that the plot in this is NOT mine, but the OC is, so no stealing or your name is going in my not-yet-existent Death Note! lmao kidding. THIS FIC TAKES PLACE AFTER LIGHT YAGAMI AND MISA AMANE!
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A/N: I just broke my ? key, so if someone is asking a question and there is a / instead of a ?, please do not fault me.
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Ryuk was bothered by the news, as was nearly every other shinigami in the shinigami world.
Apparently, too many of the death gods were getting bored and finding excuses to get into the human world, where they promptly fell in love with the beings they were meant to kill, and died themselves. The population was falling and the shinigami king had called some of the higher ranked death gods to his "throne"
to discuss what should be done about it.
Ryuk was one of the many who hadn't been invited. Daril, Justin and Nu were among three who had been and no doubt they would be stampeded by curious shinigami as to what, if any, decision was to be made.
For the moment, Ryuk sat in the dusty dirt close by the usual gamblers, Guuku and Deridovely. As was usual, Deridovely was losing.
"Aww, I just got this ring!" he complained loudly.
"Stop losing and you can get it back!" said Guuku, leaning on his large bone scythe.
"Hey, Ryuk, want to play?"
Ryuk had other things on his mind and shook his head once.
"Didn't you guys hear The old man and some others are discussing this right now! We're dying out, apparently," he explained shortly, fingering a shriveled up apple on the branch of one long dead tree. What he wouldn't kill for a juicy red one...
"Baah. Even the King can't do anything about that. Except somehow make more of us, but I don't know how he does it. I know I can't breed, that's for sure," said a shinigami nearby named Rontu. He had a fringe of fur around his sleeveless parka jacket and a black vest on underneath. He wore goggles pushed up on his skull forehead but otherwise, he was all bone. (A/N Yes, kudos to anyone who can tell me where I borrowed the name Rontu from, itr's a classic)
"I know, hence the rule XXXVI. That IS the rule, right?" askd another shinigami who also wore goggles, but with gemstones for lenses. He wore a red tie as a head band and had sharp teeth in his seemingly eyeless skull. He wore a long tattered trench coat and tattered black pants with rather native american-ish boots. Slung on his back with a black strap was a large piece of bone shaped remarkably like a guitar.
This rather ambitious shinigami's name was Erikkan. Some shinigami called him Erik and others calld him Rocker, because of the guitar-shaped bone staff he carried.
He personallly wasn't bothered by the decline of the shinigami in recent years. True, there seemd to be less of them around lately, but he wasn't about to volunteer anyway. He had what one might call "equipment" but it didn't work quite like a human's and wasn't functional in the least. True, he was mostly bone covered in skin and useless muscle , but apparently, the king of death gods hadn't seen fit to castrate and "fix" every single male shinigami. They had all been human at one point in time, he knew, but not a one of them remembered it.
At any rate, he didn't think the shinigami king would decide in favor of breeding. That would be breaking rule xxxvi and nearly all shinigami who had "bits" had useless, decayed ones, most likely much like his own. It was pointless, redundant, hypocritical and would never work.
Much to everyone's surprise, that wasn't what the shinigami king decided on.
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PLEASE REVIEW!! I have to go now, now all my keys are sticking... damn it.