A/N: Although this fanfiction does not have a mature content warning, it is indeed very violent. Be cautioned before you read.

TAG Chapter 6

Ryuk flew lazily through the forest, eating an apple and chuckling. Things were getting interesting.

The shinigami's first thoughts were to get back with Light, but then he realized that the boy was no longer in possession of Ryuk's death note.

And what was that blue creature? Ryuk shivered at the thought. It looked utterly unstoppable; it definitely had a place in the top two if someone didn't stop it. And who did it come here with? Were there two of them?

He then thought of the orange haired shinigami. Even on the boat, he had noted that she looked remarkably human, along with her white haired friend and the boy who's hair was decorated with stripes. But now they were all in a game of death.

Ryuk finished his apple, engulfing the core, and laughed. "Things are getting very interesting indeed..."


Britain panted with exhaustion as his blood soaked hands clutched a tree and a firework lighted the early morning sky, showing the torn remains that was once Luke. Britain hadn't found a place to sleep and had been awake through the night, and that last fight had done him a number, tearing his spellbook to shreds and leaving a nasty gash in his shoulder.

He needed to find shelter, and fast.

Stumbling through the forest, Britain made his way through the thinning trees to a small stone clearing with dead branches scattered everywhere. Tripping on one of the branches caused the man to fall and reveal a decently sized hole in the ground. He crawled inside to see that it opened up to a big cave. However, he soon found that it was already inhabited. And that the boy was shakily pointing a gun at him, fear reflecting in his huge glasses.

"Please leave. You'll lead it here," Hiroshi warned, in a remarkably steady tone.

Britain raised his hands. "I dont mean harm, I just need a resting place, and some time to bandage myself." He pointed to his torn uniform and the injury underneath.

Hiroshi lowered the gun slightly. "I understand. But you also have to consider that I could just kill you now." Hiroshi shuddered a little. He wasn't a murderer. He couldn't shoot this man, but at least he could try and scare him away.

"You won't shoot me. I can see from your eyes that you've never killed before," Britain examined. "I should know. I've been in too many wars as it is."

All of a sudden, Britain cursed and leaned against the wall. "Bloody hell, why did I have to go and think about that git?" he mumbled, tears forming in his eyes. The blond man was breaking inside from his brother's loss. All the memories of America flashed back to Britain. He cried in front of the gray haired boy, exhausted and heartbroken.

Hiroshi dropped the gun and bowed his head slightly. "I can see I've brought back some bad memories."

Wiping his eyes, Britain stood up slowly. "It's fine. My brother came here with me, the one that exploded before all this began."

"I'm sorry," Hiroshi sniffled. How sad to lose a brother in this chaos. He would have been glad if the Ao Oni was obliterated.

Britain shook his head and looked at his wound. "Well, I'd better-"

The man was cut off mid-sentence by a sword jetting out of his chest. A firework could be heard as another country was proven dead.

The sword was removed and the body fell to the ground, revealing his murderer, a white haired boy. He wiped off the sword gently. "I wonder how my Zanpakuto even got to the arena..." he mumbled.

Hiroshi yelped and ran past the boy for his life, not looking back at the poor man or the Shinigami that had killed him.


The firework awoke a girl sitting in a tree for shelter, and she almost fell to her doom. She clutched the tree trunk, fixed her pigtails, and looked up at her ally, the electric mouse. She could see that Len had liked the creature; it appeared both friendly amd feisty. And it was yellow.

Miku yawned and stretched, staring at the empty sky. However, the slight peace was soon ruined by a distant crackling that grew louder and louder with each passing second. It was a wildfire. Her eyes widened as she grabbed Pikachu and scrambled down the tree. Pikachu awoke and, seeing the situation, dashed away in one direction. Miku followed in a sprint, figuring the rat knew where to find water. They raced through the trees as the flames grew closer, seeing no signs of water. Finally, a glint of blue could be seen ahead and Pikachu junped into a small pond. Miku leaped in desperation, her skirt and ends of her hair getting singed as she landed in the water. Immediately the fire was extinguished and the two contestants looked at each other in confusion.

"I think they're messing with us, whoever came up with the games," Miku sighed, examining her hair.

Pikachu nodded and floated around in the water. He wondered just when he would be killing this poor girl.


Hiroshi sprinted through the trees, looking behind him only to find that the white haired Shinigami wasn't in pursuit of him. He slowed down eventually coming to a stop, resting against a tree. He needed a weapon if he was to fight against anyone. And there was that spontaneous wildfire that he had seen from afar.

A knife, a gun, anything would do. Hiroshi shivered, thinking of the Ao Oni. What could kill it? Who could kill it? At this rate, it would destroy everything in its path, eventually winning the games.

A slight rustle in the bushes brought Hiroshi back from his thoughts and he took off in another sprint, not wanting to engage in battle.

The boy would never find out that it was just a squirrel.