The Shinigami began to make a strange noise, "HOO AHH HAHAHA SNN. That is the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard. HEEHA HOO."

"You are a God of Death aren't you? So you should be able to kill me." The Shinigami stopped, what Chika now realised, was laughter. Her face hardened and she became serious.

"So you don't know then. Well you're useless... I can only kill people if I write their name in that book. Now give it back."

"What if I don't want to?" The Shinigami didn't respond, "Well what can you do? I don't see another book. So I guess that means you're powerless. Isn't that right Shinigami!" Chika knew she was right, after all she had just killed someone on the live 9:00 news, "Or should I call you Daril, that is your name after all."

"AAHHH HAHAHA HAAAA! You are smarter then you look. Yes, my name is Daril Ghiroza and I come from the Shinigami Realm. That book you hold in your hand can kill anyone you know the name and face of. But I'm surprised that you figured out how to manipulate a time and action of death. If you just write someone's name they die of a heart attack." That was exactly how Kira killed over ten years ago! Kira's name had never been released when he was 'defeated.' A few people still believed that he would come back.

"Daril, do you know who Kira was?"

"I have no interest in the dealings of the human world," an object on Chika's desk caught Daril's attention, "What is this?" She picked it up off the desk and it unraveled until almost touching the floor.

"That is called a slinky," Chika watched Daril bounce it up and down, "for something made out of metal it is quite springy."

"This is made out of metal?" Daril's fascination seemed endless, "I collect any kind accessories made of metal, if you must know."

"You are welcome to keep it, I no longer have a use for it." This was of course a lie. Now that she knew Daril liked metal accessories she could use other things of interest to learn more about the Death Note.

Chika's cellphone began to ring. Daril looked curiously at the phone, but didn't bother to ask what it was. "Hello, who is this?"

"Hi Chika, this is Taro. Sorry for phoning so late." She looked at the clock, it was already 10:37.

"That's all right. What are you calling for?"

"You know how we tried to extend our stay in New York?"

"Yes."

"It worked!"

"That's great."

"We'll be staying there now for 27 days. Oh, and our flight leaves at 10:00am tomorrow."

"All right then I shall see you tomorrow. Don't be late!" She closed her cellphone. Daril didn't seemed concerned that they would be going away to New York. Not that her opinion mattered. Chika lay down on her bed, but she did not sleep. Instead she questioned Daril about the Death Note. To be an owner of such a power was a privilege. And to use it to its full potential she had to learn every thing about it.