Ryuk watched Scout as she ate with Kathleen. She almost seemed to forget that her was there, well, until
Kathleen's apple from her lunch mysteriously disapeared.
"Heh...It was probably one of the jocks..." Kathleen dismissed.
Scout stayed silent, but glared Daggers at Ryuk. Ryuk pretended to be scared and backed away, his hands
covering his face.
"Oh no, it's a terrifying little girl with red hair!"he said, cackling. Scout pretended to yawn, and raised her arms
above her head, punching Ryuk in the gut.
"Aw, come on, you know you can't hurt me, I'm a Shinigami," Ryuk said, as if he were ammused. Scout
looked at him from the corner of her eye
"Makes me feel better."
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After school Scout walked home with Kathleen, talking about which classes were difficult, and which ones were
easy, and who was a bitch or a stupid Jock. Ryuk paid very close attention. He loved gossip. Plus he could always
use it to his adventage later.
Kathleen turned to Scout, "Anyway, tonight's game night at my place, you wanna come?"
"And lose to your dad in monopoly like last time? No thanks," Scout said, smiling in a freindly way.
"Aw come on, you know you wanna..." she said enticingly.
"Nope, I shall leave the board games to YOU, Kath," Scout said as her house came into sight. She hugged Kathleen
and then scurried inside. No one was home, so she had the house to herself. Well...except for Ryuk.
Ryuk grabbed an apple out of the fridge and crunched on it, enjoying it's cold tangy flavor.
"Mmm...Juicy..."
Scout turned to him, her earlier anger forgotten, "So, Ryuk, you said earlier you'd explain how you knew Mr
Guzenheit's name was fake."
"Oh, yeah," He said taking another bite from his apple, "Well, before I do that, I have to ask you this: What is the
difference between a Human and a Shinigami?"
Scout shrugged.
"Well, there's two things," he said, "the first is that when a Shinigami kills someone, that human's remaining lifespan
goes to the Shinigami. For example, If you met a human who was destined to live to a ripe old age of 96, but I wrote
they would die at 50, I'd get those lost 46 years. We always know how many years we're going to get, because we
never have to worry about finding out a persons name."
"How come?" Scout asked, morbidly intrigued by this little lesson.
"Because of our eyes. Shinigami eyes can see the name and lifespan of every human on Earth above their head. that
brings me to the second reason we're different...When a Shinigami writes down a humans name, their lifespan gets
added to their own...But this is not so for a human who weilds the Death Note. Their life span doesn't increase at
all. And that is the difference between us."
Scout gave a small nodd.
"I see..."
"But, one of those differences can be changed," Ryuk said finishing off his apple.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, The Shinigami the Death Note belongs to has the right to make a deal with their Human for Shinigami eyes..."
"A deal?"
"Yeah. With Shinigami eyes, using the Death Note only gets easier...you'd be able to see everyones name, and you
could tell who else is a Death Note user because their lifespan would be hidden."
"And what's the price for this deal?" Scout asked.
"Oh nothing...just half of your remaining lifespan."
"What?!" Scout said, "Why on Earth would I give away half my lifespan for pair of eyes?!"
Ryuk just leaned back in his chair, "I'm just letting you know...it's an option if you ever need them."
Scout sighed, "I suppose I should consider that something nice, so Thank's but No thanks. I'm happy with my normal,
Human eyes." Scout said, pulling out her homework.
"If you change your mind, the deal's still up for grabs," he said grabbing another apple.
"I'll make a note of that..."
"So you see, Old Man," Rekab said in a respectful voice, " Since I dropped the Death Note before I was able to
write his name down, He probably has it. Which mean's I'll have to go to the Human realm...I need a new Note Book
until the Human who holds it dies or gives it up."
He stared up into the face of the Shinigami King, Awaiting his answer.
A deep, but strangely gentle voice replied, "I do not like giving out extra Death Note's Rekab..."
"I know," he said, "I wouldn't ask if it wasn't important..."
The Shinigami King was silent for a whole five minutes before responding
"You may have another Death Note...I do not like it, but this IS an important matter..."
A Death Note floated down from above and landed gracefully in Rekab's hands. He beamed up gratefully at the
Lord of Death.
"Thank you, Old Man," he said kneeling, "I swear I shall not disapoint you!"
"Just don't lose this one..." the voice said, a trace of humor peppering it as the Young Shinigami walked away.
Johnny read each and everyone of the instructions in the Death Note carefully, studying them. There were none on
the back cover.
" 'The Human who's name is written in this Death Note shall die...' " he quoted.
He looked at the note book he held, as if cnsidering something. He glanced at his rat.
"Well...I can think of one bastard who we can test this thing on..."
He looked around for something to write with, but found nothing. He suddely remembered his still-bleeding lip.
He raised his finger to his lip and delicatly dabbed at the wound, coating his fingertip in blood. He opened the Death Note
and lowered his finger to the page, focusing on the image of his Step father.
" 'Ray Matherson...' " he wrote dabbing at his cut again, "suicide. Jumps off of his apartment building in exactly 15 minutes.
Appears as accidental death caused by his frequent alcohol abuse. ' "
His lip throbbing, Johnny once again shouldered his back pack and picked up his rats cage, headed for the apartment he
had just left, to see just how real this 'Death Note' was...
