Prologue
"Light," Ryuuk's ears pricked up at the hearing of footsteps, "that you?"
"Yeah," he replied nonchalantly, a small scowl appearing on his face. He shuddered, and instinctively wrapped his brown cloak tighter around his shoulders. Who knew it could get this cold?! Light seethed inwardly.
It had been fifty years since "The Death Note Tragedy" had ended. It had been fifty years since Light died.
One problem: Light still held onto Ryuuk's Death Note, even in death itself. Ryuuk had Rem's from when L and Watari had died and took the female Death God with them. So, Ryuuk thought, why not make him a Shinigami? I told him he'd make a great death god…
And so, Light was reborn as a Shinigami by the name of Snafu, meaning disaster, and has been Ryuuk's "son" since his reincarnation.
"Bring back anything from the other side?" the older Shinigami turned around to face him, his face excited, "A certain-?"
"Apple?" Snafu smirked as he reached behind his back, and displayed a shiny red piece of Ryuuk's only fetish.
"APPLE!!" Ryuuk jumped up and tried to grab his prize. "Light give me the apple!"
Snafu inwardly cringed again at the sound of his birth name, he now thought of his human self as a failure as a God.
"What's the magic word~?" Snafu rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet. His voice was an octave higher, it was as if he wanted to imitate Misa.
"GIVE ME THE DAMN APPLE LIGHT YAGAMI!" Ryuuk roared in frustration.
"Oh shit…" Snafu whispered, his eyes widening in realization of how pissed Ryuuk truly was. And all over an apple! His feared expression transformed into an evil smirk, "You want it?" he showed off the forbidden fruit again, "Then go get it!" he threw it over the edge, and the poor, innocent fruit went tumbling back into the Human Realm.
"YOU LITTLE BASTARD!" Ryuuk roared, charging into Snafu's torso like a bull and repeating his ramming technique, "You threw the one thing I've ever craved!"
"Get over it, old man." Snafu said between gritted teeth, trying to get the heavier body away from him.
"You want what you crave?" Ryuuk mimicked Snafu's almost exact words, digging into Snafu's inner pocket and clutching his Death Note, "Then go GET IT!" and with that the rich, completely lethal notebook was flung out of Ryuuk's hand and, like the fruit, fell to the incompetent hands of the Human Realm.
"YOU STUPID BASTARD!" Light shrieked, "Why did you do that?!" he pushed Ryuuk out of the way and watched his precious power fall faster and lower into his former home.
"Road trip!" Ryuuk stretched his arms over his head, walking over to the edge of the stretch of land, "You owe me another apple by the way."
"Whatever." he snarled, standing next to him and peered over the edge, "Where do you think it went? Japan again?"
"Nah," he shook his head, "I'll search Asia. You go for America. They'd be stupid enough to actually use it." and with that, they both jumped feet first into the Human Realm.
"Master Lawliet?" a shimmering Watari stood next to his companion.
"Yes, Watari?" L raised an eyebrow at A: why he was being called "Master Lawliet" and B: what was so important that Watari interrupted his tea time?
"It seems," he cleared his throat, "that we have a situation."
"What type of situation?" he sipped his sugary and syrupy looking tea.
"The Death Note- it's…" the old man sighed, "it's been dropped again."
L's charcoal eyes widened and he spat out his tea all over the platter of sweets, coughing up his drink and sputtering a few words, "I-I beg you pardon?!"
"A Death Note was dropped earlier today," he explained, "we think it was-"
"Kira." he spat out the name as he coughed out the remains of the tea, "I'll get on it right away Watari."
"You're going down?" he looked at the young man with concern.
"Once someone picks it up, yes." L nodded, "I can stop this from happening again, we don't need anymore massacres."
"Good luck, L." Watari's eyes crinkled as he gave L a reassuring smile.
"But before we get onto that subject," L looked at his friend with a cute smile, "can I have some more cake?
TBC…