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Tap water dripped along in the background, his slowly filling kitchen sink ignored as Higuchi kept his gaze on the table'd book before him. His body rocking the slightest in his chair. His greedy, malevolent eyes setting the Shinigami in the room uncomfortable.

"Whose name do you intend to write down first?" The pale creature, the one that had gifted him Kira's power, questioned. A glint filling up it's eyes.

"... You said I can choose anyone?" Higuchi questioned, his unblinking eyes filled with greed. His mind ran thousands of miles a minute, picking out the best targets. Picking out the best way to increase his company's standing, and of course, his own personal.. Assets.

"So long as you-" The creature's voice continued, once again explaining the rules available. Rules he'd long since memorised, yet he had enough sense not to instigate the creature of death before him. Even if her manner, for whatever reason, almost seemed more humane then him.

He certainly wasn't in denial about his morales. The fact his first thought regarding the book of death had been about the profit he could make out of it certainly told him enough.

With a suppressed shudder, at the power he now had in hand, Higuchi slowly but surely put pen to paper, about to put in his first name before to his surprise. The god of death before him flinched back, it's already pale features paling further as it's chaotic eyes widened. The demon's footsteps audible as he watched it take a few steps back. Higuchi narrowed his eyes, his gaze momentarily turning back towards the book. His mind briefly wondering if the creature could in fact read minds... The reaction shown coming from his intended choice...

He barely paid attention to the fact that his first thought was borne out of dread. Dread for the possibility that there were in fact people he couldn't just be rid of after all.

And then the proverbial shoe dropped as the god of death spoke.

"Who is that..?" Rem was it? Higuchi ignored the shiver that went down his spine as he turned to face the shinigami's focus. His own gaze landing on a youthful face. One that held eyes that, for lack of a better word, terrified him. His body locking up as his breath hitched at the sight of the sheer chaos looking directly at him. The sickenlingy sweet smile sending all kinds of warning signs through his head.

"Why can't I see his name!?" The creature continued, Higuchi already on the move as he pocketed the notebook, his footsteps carrying him towards the voice's side before-

'BANG!' The sound of a gunshot filled his kitchen as his body suddenly stopped moving, his breathing haggard as he minutely turned his gaze downwards to the sight of red filling his stomach. His body collapsing as he fell to his knees. The book long forgotten as he forced his gaze onto the smiling stranger. His words lost as he mustered the most hateful glare he could manage. Yet all it seemed to do was earn an even bigger smile out of his, at this point, guaranteed killer.

"Seriously..." The stranger shook his head, idly crouching down to pick up the dropped book of death. His gaze promptly locking onto the creature he could now see.

The lack of any reaction at the sight of a death god told him plenty. Said stranger's smile slowly turned into a chuckle, one that grew into an outright laugh as he raised his gun towards him for the second time, this time aiming higher. Making certain even that he wouldn't see the next five minutes. Let alone tomorrow. Funnily enough, the irony of how random his death was never occurred to him.

"Who brings a book to a gun fight?"

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