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"What? WHAT?" I grabbed my tutu, staring in disbelief as my attire was cleared of all blood, before whirling around in shock and disbelief, running around in circles like a dog chasing its tail. Hilly stared at me from his spot in the air, silent, but probably coming to a realisation, that whatever place we came from, everyone had lost their nutter a long, long time ago. I mean, what were the chances of the singular group of three people that rocked up here would all act with an extreme lack of common sense? When I stopped I found my brain dizzy, head whirling as I stumbled around for a few moments, trying to catch my balance. Erin and Shilo were glancing at Hilly, waiting for the situation to be explained to me. He opened his mouth to speak.
"Whenever you break the rules in a verse, you get punished by being sent to a different series, but… because these two had already gotten themselves into an alternate verse, I just have to reset the game." He turned to Erin and Shilo; "And the both of you wandered off before I could give you your task."
The three of us exchanged confused looks, each staring up at the Shinigami with our own questioning looks. I felt ridiculously smug, though, when I came to the realisation that my lack of involvement in the task they needed to complete, probably rendered me free to break whatever rules I wished. As though reading my mind, Hilly smirked in my direction and tossed a small white notepad at me, on the pages scribbled by messy numbers was a long, long, excruciatingly long list of 'OH, SHIT.' I lifted my head up and stared at everyone occupying the space, my throat going dry. I remembered this list. We all remembered this list, didn't we? We'd made it years ago, way back in primary school when we all watched Death Note together.
Scrawled limply at the top of the first page, underlined furiously was a childishly capitalised title "69 Things to Do in Death Note."
Shilo made a lunge for it, snatching it from my stiff grip and staring at it with Erin. They exchanged looks, before screaming and throwing it half-way across the grounds, some unfortunate student getting hit on the head with it.
"I THOUGHT WE BURNED THAT THING."
I ran to grab it from the ground before the student could figure out what had hit him, bolting back to our original place and shuddering as I went over the list. Some of this stuff was horrible—we must have been on crack, we really must have.
"My favourite one is the one where you try to revive L with nipple clamps." Hilly nodded in approval, glancing down at us, with some overly smug, superior look over his face. Shilo and Erin looked devastated, like they'd been hit by a truck. Half of this stuff wasn't even possible, right?
"What are we supposed to do with the list?" Erin asked, cautiously, hands clenching by her sides. Hilly cocked his head and laughed, swinging a thick arm around her shoulders and bringing his face to her ear. She pushed him away by the jaw to keep him at bay.
"Complete the list, of course." He insisted, staring almost a bit too lovingly at Erin, and then her chest. I huffed alongside Shilo, and we exchanged looks. This wasn't our good day. I grunted, eyes following the scenery, gazing across at the tennis court not far from us. It seemed that L and Light were nearly done with their match.
"Number seventeen says 'Hit Light with a Tennis Racket.'" I quoted, everyone turning to look at Shilo. It was predominant that this number was written by her. She had a violent approach to showing her affections, and if anyone were to risk hitting a mass murderer over the head with mundane sporting equipment, it was probably going to be her. She shifted uncomfortably on her feet and glanced to the side. Despite how uncomfortable she seemed with the idea, it was probably more evident than not that she wanted to do it.
"Well then, ladies, you'd better get to work." Hilly chuckled lightly, gingerly groping Erin's breast before disappearing in mid-air. She hissed aggressively at the space where he had occupied, probably on the verge of getting herself an anti-reaper charm, before sighing and glancing at Shilo.
"Well, I guess this is on you, girlfriend." She spoke, gripping the blonde's arm and starting to drag her toward the courts. I followed in silence, noting the strange looks we were getting from the university students. Apparently wandering around in bunny-outfits wasn't a common thing. Shilo and Erin seemed to ignore it well enough, though. Maybe they were just used to the stares by now.
We shoved her at the courts, and watched numbly from the sidelines.
