A/N: I was being random, so please… don't hurt me!
DEATH NOTE
In the world of the dead, there were bones rotting on the floor carcass after carcass flowing never ending every minute a dead body expires on earth. There were no order and cleanliness didn't exist here. No one believed in the saying 'Cleanliness is next to godliness' and for good reason.
In the world of the dead, there was a group of gods that ruled over whether or not a person in the human should live or die with a notebook. Not the usually sexy all clad in long overcoats, Muraki-looking kind of shinigamis but the ugly deformed types of death gods that no living or dead fan girl would write about. They're so ugly that this- who is a self proclaimed fan girl herself- author wishes not to describe them at all.
"Hey, want to do something fun?" said the god of death with the Indian hat on his head, his teeth poking out on his long snout.
"Well, what do you propose we do?" asked one of his companions, a little monster. His round head was encased with brown skin and with the back dotted with diamonds of varying colors. In his hands he carried a notebook, a plain black notebook with the words Death Note written on the cover in eerie thin letters.
"Well… we can do this…" the trying-hard-to-look-like-an-Indian shinigami, with his sharp nailed fingers, he picked the note from the other's grasp and threw it to the whirling pool on the other side of the realm.
The small shinigami body turned white as he saw his precious Death Note chucked away and sucked to the world of the human beings. His jaw practically detached itself from the owner's head and fell to the ground with a slight thud.
"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO THAT FOR??" The jewel headed shinigami waved his tiny fisted hands in the air with vein signs popping on his head.
"Well, you asked what we are going to do, right." He picked his ear in a way that supposed to look. But instead, it ended up making a horrid sight that even his companion shinigami had to look away in disgust.
"Oh relax, jewel head, it's not like were going to let the punk who gets it keep it" the taller shinigami waved a hand.
"But what about that time with Ryuuku...!"
"Oh come on..."
The small shinigami, shook with a nonexistent cold air dripping down his spine, "Well, you better make sure I get it back!"
"Don't worry It's going to be soo much fun..."
(SPACE HERE)
The door opened, and with one swift kick, Shuichi found himself flying to the streets. There he goes soaring in the air for a bit before his face met in an untimely manner on the hard asphalt ground.
"And stay out, baka!" the angry voice of Yuki rang for the neighbors to hear with that out he slammed the door with the sound clicks ending his role for this small show.
The boy, his pink hair in disarray, was still trying to knock out the dizziness in his system. The swirls in his eyes haven't disappeared yet as they went on going round and round, his eyes not returning to their original state just yet. He was in what most people would call this form, chibi and he had his hands over his head, trying to stop his brain from running circles. A small 'kyah' escaped his lips, when he finally stationed his head to stay put on his shoulders.
The 'spectators' (composed of an old lady watering her hedges), watched the whole scene from her well-kept garden.
"Yuki kicked me out again…" the mentioned above pink haired 'brat' sighed. Then Shuichi, for god knows what reason, looked up to the sky without any warning something fell flat on his face. The impact of the thing that fell on his face had rendered him to fall back again on the ground- this time three to four feet lower than before, with his outline tracing the layers of dirt.
Old granny went on tiptoes as she tried to check from her hedges if the boy was all right but didn't move from her spot.
For a moment, silence reined the whole scene.
There was a teddy bear crossing the street to get to the candy store.
Not that anybody cares.
Back to the injured boy…
"Itai!!!!" Shuichi screamed as he pulled himself out of his body shaped hole. A red rectangle mark formed on his face, the spot where the unidentified object smacked him from before.
He rubbed the red sore spot- that was shaped like a square- on his face.
"What the hell was that for?!" he raised a fist to the heaven. The pink haired brat glared at the sky but nothing happened, and the old lady looked up to but didn't see anything else from the clouds.
"Hm… what's this?" Shuichi looked at the offensive thing that marked his face, "Death Note?"