AN: Umm…I don't really have anything to say.

Okay, since I'm including all of these spoilers ayway…if I owned Death Note, Mello, L, and Matt would live, Near would have died, and Light would have somehow succeded in creating his perfect world while keeping L and Mello happy. But that didn't happen, so I don't own Death Note.

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I was on a high for the rest of the day. I had killed Near, become a shinigami, gotten a new Death Note, had no worries of being caught, and life seemed to be perfect. Man, this was great!!

I didn't see Ryuk for sevral weeks. I had baffled the new Task Force with my Kira killings after my death in the meantime. I'd killed so many people that I had gained over a hundred years of life in less than a month. I couldn't see how anyone could be feeling down in such a great time. But somehow, Ryuk seemed to be.

I was simply looking around for something to do when I ran into him. (Writing name after name down for days on end without rest got pretty monotonus after a while. I was, you guessed it, bored.) He was staring at the human world from one of the many orbs available. He looked depressed, even with his eternal smile.

This confused me. How could he, who loved watching Kira's perfect world being created, be sad? Was it just not entertaining because I wasn't human anymore? That didn't make sense. But, knowing Ryuk, anything was possible, I supposed…

He sighed. "…She looks so perfect. What could possibly happen?" He muttered. Obviously, he either didn't know I was there, or had forgotten about the amazing senses a Shinigami possesses. I cleared my throat.

"Oh! Uhh…hi, Light. Just, uhh…you know…"

Without responding, I walked over to the orb and peeked over his shoulder.

Oh. What I saw was a blonde woman, very beautiful by human standards. She actually reminded me of Misa. But Misa was a Shinigami too now, (she occupied some of my time by my avoiding her.) There was no way that human woman was Misa. (Plus, I could see that her name was "Nina Baker." Duh, it wasn't her.)

I realized why Ryuk seemed so sad. Nina only had two months of life left. Ryuk obviously loved her. Why, I didn't know. All I knew was that in two months, Ryuk would probably die too.

I peeked above his head. Wow, he had been watching her for a long time. Last time I'd seen him, he had sevral months of life left, and was planning to go on a killing spree in some major city to get more life soon. He had clearly forgotten about his own lifespan. He had six weeks left. I winced, not knowing if he knew or not.

"Yeah. I can see the gears turning. You have it all figured out, don't you?" He said really sadly, "I love this woman. She's not only the only human I've had any feelings for, but she's the only thing, shinigami or human, I've ever given half a crap about. I'm not killing a single person until I'm saving her. I know no one is supposed to kill her for two months, but I've decided that anyone who approaches her that looks suspicious is dead."

I didn't understand his logic, but then again, I never had.

I was trying to figure out his mindset when it all happened at once. A homeless man that I saw was carrying a knife jumped out in front of her, her lifespan shortened to three minutes, Ryuk grabbed his Death Note and began writing the man's name down, I screamed "NO!" and I guess I was too late because in seconds, the man was falling, Nina's lifespan was lengthened, and Ryuk was turned to dust.

I quietly grabbed his Death Note, and, pausing only for a few seconds, turned to walk away. I'd never cared much for Ryuk anyway.

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AN: Okay, so I guess this story is an excuse to kill off everyone I hate that survived. That's all the rest of the story is gonna be. Sorry. I've got to get this off of my chest, and then I'll write a better story. I promise. I know this one kinda sucks, but I don't really care. I like writing it. It makes me feel better inside. Just let me finish my personal therapy and then I'll do something worth somebody's time. I promise. Okay?

I know this chapter was short. It's late at night and I don't feel like thinking anymore, so I made it really brief. Next one will be longer.

So far, I've only gotten one vote on my poll. If you have written a story for Death Note, please, PLEASE, go to my profile, read it (my profile), and vote on my poll. It's really simple. (Thanks.)