Akio was sprawled on his dark bed; his arm hung over the edge and he was lying on his flat stomach.
Ryuk crouched on the floor beside him.
He had been there all night.
At first he enjoyed watching Akio read the Death Note. Watching Akio's faces and predicting his expressions when he turned the page passed the time. Akio's eyes scrolled page by page, mumbling to himself.
"The human whose name… shall die… person's face in mind… same name will not be affected. Forty seconds… not specified… heart attack. Six minutes and forty seconds."
Ryuk watched as Akio's small mouth gaped open.
All the names written by Yagami Light had remained.
Akio paused and looked up at Ryuk.
"There's a false rule here."
Ryuk peered over the book's cover.
"Hm?"
"If the owner of a Death Note does not use it after 13 days time, he'll die."
Ryuk scratched his head. It wasn't in a shinigami's nature to just… help out a human.
He hummed.
"That is false… if you keep reading there's another fake."
Akio continued.
"The one about damaging the notebook? Everyone that touched it dies?"
Ryuk nodded.
"Those were made up by Light when he was in a bind."
The young man fingered through the pages of names.
Past criminals, names Akio didn't recognize, and torn pages.
The flipping of pages slowed to an end and Akio slumped; dropping to his side. His eyes were narrowed and watery.
Ryuk grinned.
"Too much for ya'?"
Akio turned over as to not face the death god at the moment and breathed, "Goodnight."
But… now, Ryuk felt some sort of apathy for the human.
After Akio had fallen asleep, Ryuk took the book from Akio's limp hands and opened it to the page that Akio was book marking with his finger.
It was the page after all of Light's work.
His last page.
The page that read the name 'Light Yagami' in a dark silvery ink.
