INTRODUCTION: KING OF DEATH

In recent news, the Kira attacks are on an all-time high, in the past week, almost 5,000 convicted criminals were killed by heart attacks, including the deaths of the FBI Agents that were posted in Japan. Also the fiancé of one of the Agents have gone missing, she was last seen at Sato Police Station, and they firmly believe that Kira is behind her disappearance. In other news...

It was the same thing on each news station and talk show, Kira this and Kira that, the people of Japan was crazy about this mysterious mass murderer. Harry James Potter-Black, the Master of Death, beloved of Truth, the son of Isis, and the favorite of Lady Fate. After the Pure-Blood wars he moved to Japan to get away from all those who sought to control him and use him for his fame and money.

He had done his part in the war it was about time for the British Wizarding World as a whole to get that whited sepulcher stick out of their stuck up arses. Even though he had done his part they still wanted him to fight off the remaining Death Eater's, in his opinion it was about damn time that they started fighting back properly. Hell, magical means might not be effective against those bastards but mundane guns would surely do the trick on top of that the Ministry couldn't track a bullet like they could with the killing curse.

Now, here he was in Japan living in a two story house with the living area on top of an old shop. He decide to open up a bakery; even though he was forced to cook for his relatives, he had found cooking especially baking relaxing and fun.

Luckily for him the apartment flat was already furnished. He spelled it clean, repaired the furniture and changed the colors more to his liking. The store front was changed to an open floor layout, with a few banishment charms he got rid of the divider wall in the dining room and added one to separate the kitchen from the seating area. He spelled the walls and curtains a pale yellow, the crowning scarlet. The chairs and tables were a nice eggshell white with scarlet color tablecloths.

-WITH LIGHT AND RYUK—

It a hot Saturday evening when Light left campus, the streets were alive with many different people trying to either beat the train, or get home on time. He had another 1000 inmates to kill this evening when he got home, and he needed to find out who L was; that stunt from eirler had made a mockery of him; and Ryuk, that damned shingami was getting on his last nerves speaking of the little devil he was frozen still.

"Ryuke?" Light asked carefully, wondering what could be wrong with the Shinigami.

"He's here..."

"Who's here?"

"The Master of Death, the King of all Shinigami's." his grin split his face as he looked towards Light.

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