DEATH NOTE

A Thousand Notes

CHAPTER TWO

Getting The Facts Straight

"What…or who," Emma changed her mind. "Are you? Wait…are you a God of Death or something?"

The thing nodded. "Yes. I am a Shinigami. My name is Ryuk. Oh, and that there's my Death Note."

Emma looked at the book in her hands. "It…is?" I guess it makes sense that a God of Death would have a book named Death Note… "Do you, umm…want it back?"

"Nah, you can keep it, I already have another, see?" He showed Emma the brand new book on his belt. "So, you can keep that one if you want."

"Thanks," She said, unexpectedly. "I think I will…" A group of students walked by underneath the tree Emma and Ryuk were sitting in. "Umm, Ryuk..?"

He chuckled. "Don't worry, they can't see me. Only people who have touched the Death Note or have strong psychic powers can see me. By the way, when it comes time for you to die, I'll be the one writing your name in my Death Note."

"I see." Emma glanced at this strange, winged creature. He was dressed like a demon (or god) going to a death metal concert might dress, he even had an earring. "Umm, Ryuk?"

"Yes?"

"This Death Note…it really kills people, doesn't it?" She asked softly, traces of the child she had once been showing through.

Ryuk finally looked at her, and nodded. "Yes, it does. You saw that when you killed those seven people, by the way it was pretty creative getting two trains involved, and you should have seen what the wreck did to that Sara girl!"

"That bad huh?" Emma mused, wondering how the people's families were going to react to the recent deaths. Come to think of it, how was she going to react to it, once the reality set it?

As if he read her thoughts, Ryuk said: "You take back what you just did, Emma Light Poire. There used to be a way you could do that, but now there isn't." He added, and was surprised when Emma glared at him.

"Okay, let's never use my real name again!" Emma warned him.

"Okay." He replied.

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Emma got home a little later then usual that evening, with Ryuk trailing her. She disregarded the rest of her family in the living room, watching you-know-what on the news, and headed straight for her room, flopping down on her bed.

"Nice place you got here." Ryuk commented.

"It suits." Emma replied, lying on her back with Death Note on her stomach. Thoughts flashed through her mind, sermons and baptism when she was younger, mass. God certainly would not condone what she'd just done.

Then again, when was the last time God had looked out for her anyway?

Where had he been when she'd gotten so sick and nearly died?

Where had he been when her cousins were raped and murdered?

Where had he been all those other times, when people killed other people, or hurt them in ways that scarred them for life?

"Stupid God…" Emma mumbled, just as her mother knocked on her door. "What is it?"

"Emma, there's some…umm…policemen here to see you…" Mrs. Poire said, and opened the door just as Emma slid Death Note under her mattress. "They're here about…umm, are you okay?"

"Yes, mum, I'm fine." Emma replied, walking towards her and, strangely, she was.

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"Yeah, I never liked any of them." Emma replied truthfully, and then narrowed her eyes. "Hey, why are you writing that down? Do you…suspect me?"

"No…" One of the officers said, but Emma sensed a lie and that's when she lost it.

"I'M A CATHOLIC!! I WOULDN'T WANT TO KILL SOMEONE IF MY LIFE DEPENDED ON IT!!" She was screaming, and Mrs. Poire had to come in and ask the policemen to leave, which they did, Emma was thankful.

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That night, the Poire family had apple pie for dessert, and Emma brought some up to her room for Ryuk. The Shinigami seemed to adore apples, and Emma sensed that his mental-health might be, well…slightly dependant on them. When she asked him about this, he affirmed it, saying that to him, apples were like tobacco or alcohol to humans.

Emma shrugged, and went and had the longest shower in the history of the world, singing about seventeen different Metallica songs as she washed her hair eleven times.

When she'd gotten out, and gotten dressed, she said goodnight to her family, who were really concerned about her, and then Emma went to bed.

Ryuk was sitting in a corner of her room, watching her.

"Goodnight." Emma said absentmindedly. She climbed into bed and, hugging a second pillow, went to sleep.

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Dream:

In the dream, Emma was standing on the roof of a building, and a boy her own age with light brown hair and reddish-brown eyes was walking across to her.

For some reason, she felt afraid. Panic gripped her heart.

"Don't be afraid, Emma," The male said in a silky smooth voice. "You and I, we are the same. We share the same views and ideas. We are the same." He repeated, and Emma shivered, to see the black notebook in the male's left hand.

"Th-the same?" Emma stammered. "What do you mean? Who are you?" She asked, just as the male grabbed onto her and pushed her, making them both fall off the rooftop.

"You know who I am…" He whispered in her ear.

Emma was frozen in fear.

The male smiled. "Come on Emma, you always wanted to fly, right?" His lips were very close to hers, and that was when Emma woke up, to find Ryuk staring at her.

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Two strange questions pounded into Emma's mind, and she couldn't seem to shake them. She knew that she wouldn't settle down unless she asked Ryuk for the answers to them.

"R-Ryuk?" She whispered into the darkness.

Moonlight from the window streamed across the Shinigami's strange face. "Yes?"

"Are there…more Death Notes out there, besides the ones that you and I have?"

"Of course." Ryuk replied, not mentioning that the one Emma had wasn't the first one he'd dropped in the human world (and, probably would not be the last…).

"Okay…" The next question was tricky, and Emma just decided to ask straight out. Get it over with. "Which are Shinigami – sexual or asexual?" She was glad it was Ryuk because, anything else, any human male, and she would have been blushing like crazy. As it was she felt weird, like this six foot God of Death should be offended by the question.

Ryuk, however, didn't seem offended by it, and just replied: "Asexual, I believe."

Emma breathed a sigh of relief. "That's good." She whispered, rolled over and went back to a (dreamless) sleep.

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Meg: I am forever reminded of that episode of Futurama, where that weird pink blob goes: "He makes me feel sexy – and I'm asexual!"

Lolz.