Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note
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Light curled up in the safety of his comforter. The lights in his room were out, he couldn't stop shaking. Chills ran up and down his back even as a drop of sweat slid down his forehead.
Murder … he'd murdered two people. Shibuimaru Takuo, had he deserved his early death? Harassment didn't deserve execution, Light was sure of that much. But he hadn't thought the Death Note would actually work! But it had, and now … now…
He'd killed two people! His life was over! Even if no one ever found out – and unless Light actually told someone, no one ever would – how could he live with himself? How could he face his father again the next time they had a family dinner? How could he look at his mother, and Sayu?
And there was the Death Note itself. What could he do with it? He didn't know anyone he could leave it with, and just abandoning it somewhere was far too dangerous – but so was bringing it with him everywhere. What if he dropped it somewhere by accident or if Sayu found it while poking through his things? No, no, no, it was all just too risky-!
His eyes fell on a half-melted candle standing on one of his shelves.
Ah.
He could do that, too.
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In an old, abandoned building, Light threw the Death Note into a metal bowl he'd brought from home. It was a Saturday, and his mother was out visiting some of her friends, so she wouldn't miss the item as long as Light hurried home.
Light fished a box out of his pocket and pulled out a match. He lit it. Took in a deep breath ... and finally, he dropped it into the bowl.
There was a chance it wouldn't burn, of course; Light had no idea what the Death Note was really made of, but it looked like paper, so he was assuming it would burn like paper, too.
But if it did survive the fire?
...Well, he'd just have to see if this would work, first.
The flames licked at the black notebook before covering it entirely. To Light's utter relief, the fire ate up the Death Note until there was nothing left in the bowl but a pile of ashes.
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Meanwhile, deep in the Shinigami realm…
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"Wait, no! No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, NO, DON'T DO IT!" Ryuk screeched into the dusty orb. His new Death Note was in danger! What was the human brat thinking?! Burning a Death Note straight off the bat, that was … actually, that was very sensible. But still! "The shinigami king's gonna kill me if I ask for another Death Note!"
In went the burning match! Its little flame spread inside the bowl, eating away at the Death Note until not even its sturdy cover was left unscathed.
Ryuk groaned, covering his ever-smiling face with his hands. He'd just been looking for a bit of excitement, that was all! But now, somehow, everything had turned into an inconvenience instead.
"I hate humans," he moaned, shoving the orb away from himself. He sighed and shook his head. Well, that was one experiment failed... At least, he could last a few good decades before he needed to go to the king of their realm and ask for yet another Death Note. The king would be annoyed then, but at least he wouldn't kill Ryuk. Still muttering, he spread his wings and took to the air.
He'd had such high hopes for that brat, too...
Hopefully, he'd have better luck next time.
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Author's Note: And thus, Ryuk's plan is thwarted! For now...