A/N: I'm so unhealthily obsessed with The Avengers right now, hence the delayed update. I'm so sorry! On top of that and school, my massive crush on Tom Hiddleston is taking over my life. HEEELP.

Disclaimer: I don't own squat :(

Chapter 10: Light on the Loose

Dumbledore studied the Muggles over steepled fingers. Snape and Aizawa had just finished bringing him up to speed. Now the Hogwarts Headmaster was pondering their fate.

"You must understand that whatever I decide will be for the greater good," said Dumbledore.

Light returned Dumbledore's piercing gaze with one of his own.

"We're not telling anybody about the wizarding world," Light stated firmly with that douche-like air of expectancy of being listened to or obeyed. "So we don't need to be Obliviated. This isn't a matter of erring on the side of caution – this is a matter of human rights! I will not stand for mind rape!"

"Are you accusing Albus Dumbledore of being a RAPIST?" the portrait of Florean Fortescue cried in outrage, along with several others.

"I call it like I see it," Light said coolly.

"I'm sure you do, Kira," Snape mumbled. Dumbledore shot him a shrewd glance.

Light stiffened. "What did you just...? What did Matsuda tell you?"

"Hey! Why are you always blaming me?"

"Light, calm down. We didn't tell him anything about our investigation," Aizawa assured the younger Muggle.

"Misa is hungry," Misa announced.

"Here, have some Pink Coconut Ice," Dumbledore offered, pushing the candy tray across his desk.

"Ooh, pretty," Misa said, taking a piece. However, Light smacked it out of her hand.

"BAKA, haven't you read Chronicles of Narnia?" Light shouted.

"Misa doesn't read!" Matsuda defended the blonde.

Snape coughed loudly. "In any case, there will be no harmful side effects of being selectively Obliviated. Your mind will just supply the missing gaps with self-generated memories, and you'll be off on your merry way. Why are we still discussing this, anyway? Since when have we cared about the morality of Memory Charms? Hold still, it'll be quick and painless." With that, Snape rolled up his sleeves and drew his wand.

Light blanched and quickly backed away.

"NEVER! I am the God of the New World, and I will kill ANYONE who gets in my way!" Light shrieked, and he hightailed it out of Dumbledore's office before either of the wizards could utter a jinx to stop him.

Dumbledore was on his feet in a flash. "Severus! He must not come into contact with any of the students, or the Ministry will have our heads."

"Near was right," Aizawa gasped.

"So Light really is Kira," Matsuda moaned, sinking to the floor.

"Does he have a Death Note on him?" Snape demanded.

"No idea," Aizawa replied anxiously. "As far as we know, Mello and the Mafia have one of the notebooks, and Kira has another, but..." He glanced at Misa, who looked like a deer caught in headlights. "If Light is Kira, that must mean Misa is the Second Kira!"

"Am not," Misa squeaked.

Dumbledore made a split decision.

"Somnus!"

Misa crumpled to the ground, snoring gently.

"I'll watch over her," Dumbledore declared. "Severus, please track down the other Muggle and when you find him... bring him to me."

Light ran and ran, dashing down the moving staircases. The first time they changed he nearly toppled over the railing. What kind of genius came up with THAT idea? It was not clever; it was a SAFETY HAZARD. (Rowena Ravenclaw, I'm looking at you.)

Anyway, the corridors were huge; he couldn't risk being seen by students or staff or any sort of surveillance measure. He needed a place to hide in order to properly collect his thoughts, a place where nobody would think of looking for the God of the New World.

Aha! He spotted a bathroom and ducked inside. Thankfully, it was empty. He made his way to a stall, pausing only to stare at the large ring of sinks situated at the centre of the room. He had never seen anything like it. Very tasteful.

"Alright, time to scheme," Light muttered to himself, locking the stall door.

A loud giggle pierced the air.

"What the – "

Light sucked in his breath. He suddenly felt as though he had just been doused in a bucket of ice-cold water, without the actual moisture. If he had arm hair like a proper grown ass man, it would've been standing on end.

"You're cute."

Light bit back a scream. The voice was speaking right into his ear, but there was nobody there!

"Show yourself," Light hissed.

"You would like that, wouldn't you," the girlish voice purred. "What are you in this bathroom for? Everyone knows better than to come here. These are MY toilets."

"What do you mean, your toilets?"

"I haunt them," said the voice sorrowfully.

Light clutched his chest; his heart was hammering so fast. Ghosts existed? But what about all the stuff Ryuk said about Mu and there not being an afterlife?

"Ryuk," he whispered. "Ryuk, where are you? I'm shitting my pants here!"

Ryuk appeared above him, perched on the stall wall. "Then shit away, that's what bathrooms are for. Hyuk hyuk!"

The invisible entity gasped in surprise. "Who are you?"

A bluish, semi-transparent figure of a girl popped into view. She looked like a nerd. Light relaxed slightly. Nerds were harmless. It was the vampiric schoolgirl/Grudge/Ring types that you had to watch out for.

"I'm Ryuk. I'm a Shinigami," Ryuk introduced himself.

"Welcome to my toilet, Ryuk," the ghost gushed. "I'm Myrtle. Some people call me Moaning Myrtle, and if you're lucky..." Myrtle lowered her voice. "...one day you'll find out why."

Ryuk raised an eyebrow. "Is that supposed to be an innuendo? Because you totally look like a virgin."

"Looks can be deceiving. It's always the innocent ones," Myrtle cooed, rubbing up against the Shinigami.

"For Christ's sake. I have a question, Ryuk," Light interrupted.

"W-What...?" Ryuk couldn't take his eyes off of Moaning Myrtle, who was batting her eyelashes at him from behind her thick-rimmed, magnifying-glass-sized glasses that for some reason passed as "hipster" in today's fashion but would've gotten Myrtle egged and toilet-papered when she was still alive.

"I want to know if the notebook works on wizards." Light's wrist, which was adorned with the watch with the secret compartment, twitched rather conveniently to remind readers of the fact that at this point in time, he didn't actually have the notebook on him but he at least had a piece of it.

"Nah, it doesn't," Ryuk said, waving a clawed hand in exasperation. "There are magical contracts in place to keep the peace between our races. Each notebook is bound by Shinigami Law, regardless of who possesses it."

"Damn it!"

"Yeah, we can't see magical folk's names, only their lifespans. It's a shame too, since a lot of them live way past a hundred."

"There must be a way to eliminate them," Light mused out loud. "There must be."

Moaning Myrtle eyed Light with suspicion. "What are you talking about? What notebook?"

"Oh, just this thing..."

Just then, someone ran into the bathroom, sniffing loudly.

Light froze. He peered through the gaps in the bathroom stall and caught a flash of long, red hair. It was a young girl, and she was crying.

"Oh, it's her again," Myrtle muttered, rolling her eyes.

"Who is she?"

"I don't know, but she's always hiding out in here, writing in that diary of hers. She never seems to need a new page, it's awfully strange."

Light's curiosity was instantly piqued. He looked at Ryuk questioningly, but he only shrugged. Suddenly, the Shinigami stiffened.

What is it? Light mouthed.

"That girl's notebook," Ryuk said, frowning deeply. "It's full of Dark Magic, I can sense it. It's setting my nerves on edge. It's extremely powerful."

Light perked up. Powerful, hmm? Interesting.

VERY interesting.

A/N: Yeah, sorry, awful cliffhanger, I know. But more is on its way! Hopefully it won't take so long again :P