Authoress Note: Hi guys! Hope you all had a wonderful Christma-Hannuka-Kwanzaa! I know I did. Santa treated me very nicely this year and I'm quite happy about it. Thanks guys! We're almost at 70 reviews now, let's try and get a 100 for The Life Script this time! Whoot! We can do it guys!
Reviewer Acknowledgement Time!
Demi-Crow-Sings: It's certainly been a long time since you've been around. I was wondering when you were going to catch onto the fact I was going somewhere with just those 10 simple rules to begin with. Hahah! Yush, yush! Bask in the glow of not 65 reviews, but 69 now. Muahah! Just kidding, glad to be hearing from you again. I hope you enjoy the story as much as everyone else has.
Jillian Jiggs: Damn, the crack of the story must be addicting or else you wouldn't have spontaneously burst into song on your review. Ahaha. Ah, well, but you know Light. When in doubt, call Misa or Mikami to do your deeds for you. Keegan will have a lot on her hands. That and the fact that Ryuk's basically expressed unintentionally that 'he wants her babies'. XD
Sahxyel: A Merry Christmas to you my favorite grammar mole! Did you get everything you wanted for Christmas? I sure did! Actually, with the Life Script it's different. Say for instance, Light killed Keegan and Ryuk didn't immediately have 'saving Keegan' on his mind.
The binding contract of the Life Script would force him to bring her back to Life, but if he didn't willingly want to he would have to die with her. It would be a double-edged sword on Ryuk's part because he would die too if Keegan died. His life span is kind of connected with Keegan's. But if he did save Keegan's life with the Life Script the Life Script would be destroyed because that's what it's usually used for (saving human lives) but if Keegan used it on Ryuk as he was dying it could be destroyed in return for Ryuk's life being prolonged. Of course you never know what I have in store…so I'm not telling you what I plan to do. Nyah nyah. Thanks for the question though.
Sharnii Brooke: Ryuk didn't want to hug Keegan, but he knew he had to because she was crying over him. Him of all people. You have to admit, even Ryuk would be surprised that somebody actually gave a hell about him. So what else could he do but comfort her? Teehee. Then again, that's how love works I suppose. Thanks.
Syrupdrip: I gave the same sort of response to Sahxyel and I'm glad you asked that question. See Ryuk would need to be saved, because say for instance he snatched up his Death Note and all of the sudden wrote Light's name in it. I don't know what would happen because Ryuk could either die or not if he was prolonging Keegan's life. You do remember of course that The Death Note's binding contract involves Ryuk having to write down Light's name in the end, but if he HAS to write down Light's name because when the end is near he would be both saving Keegan's life and killing Light when he time came. The Death Note wouldn't know what would be on Ryuk's mind because it doesn't feed off emotions like the Life Script does. If Ryuk saved Keegan's life with the Life Script nothing would happen to Ryuk and Keegan wouldn't be dead if Light tried to kill her. The rules of the Life Script aren't exactly clear on the binding contract because love is actually intertwined into this sort of situation with Ryuk and Keegan. So the Life Script being destroyed will be complicated. Oh yeah…Near and Keegan on a "date"? Haha, I can see Ryuk being really happy about that (not). Of course they could just call her up and be like: 'We need some clarifications' or whatever. Thanks for asking.
PiScEs-BlOsSoM69: Of course! I got a great pile of stuff for Christmas! Best Christmas for me ever! Haha. I'm glad you liked how the chapter turned out. Happy Holidays to you. Thanks.
Enjoy Chapter 19 guys!
Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note. Death Note belongs to Tsugumi Ohba and Takashi Obata.
Disclaimer 2: The idea of the Life Script belongs to me. Please do not steal. Thank you. Any Original characters, Keegan Phelps (no relation to Michael Phelps) and others, belong to me. Thanks.
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Her dreams were blank as she slept. Keegan hadn't even realized she had fallen asleep until her eyes opened to the blinding sunlight in her face from her window. A hand went up to shield her eyes and Keegan sat up from her rather comfortable pillow. From behind her-
"Ohhh…" An unpleasant groan.
Keegan's head spun to look at Ryuk rubbing his head. "You never stop moving in your sleep, jeez." He grumbled, cracking his joints back into place from resting in such a crooked position.
"Wait…what?" Keegan asked him, her brow cocking suspiciously. "How did you end up-" She didn't get to finish because Ryuk sat up with incoherent muttering.
"Yesterday? The crying? You wouldn't shut up about it. The fact that I could possibly die?" He explained.
It all came back to her then, Keegan slapped her forehead. "Oh! That! Oh…Oh God, Ryuk. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to embarrass you like that. Good god that must have been so awkward and-"
"Yeah, well…shit happens. No big deal. It's done and over with." He said quite plainly, without much bother to his voice. Ryuk was just waving it off like it wasn't a big deal. Wow. Weird.
Keegan looked at her alarm clock on her nightstand and read the time on it. "Noon? Shoot. I missed a class this morning…wait…it's Tuesday…so…"
"You don't have class today." Ryuk muttered, pointing at her calendar. "You got it all marked down for the next three months."
Keegan got up from the bed and flipped through it. He was right. "When did you look at my schedule?"
"Last night." He was scratching the top of his head trying to remember exactly. "Yeah. Last night."
"And you've been on my bed since then?" She asked, a little annoyed with the fact. "You know that's not permitted right? You're not my cat."
"You weren't complaining when I muffled your crying yesterday." He snickered.
"Oh, that's funny." She laughed sarcastically as she headed for the door. "You're hysterical! Ha, ha, ha, ha, HA."
"I know I am." Ryuk responded casually. "You owe me, you know."
"For what? Pretending to be my knight in shining armor?" Keegan rolled her eyes while she left the room.
He followed of course, Keegan never knew him not to follow her around the house. "What are we doing today? More crime fighting against Light?" He asked.
Keegan casually walked over to her Playstation and turned it on, hooking up the Guitar Hero controllers to it and tossed him one. "Nope. I don't have to worry about him right now. We can goof off today. He's probably rolling around in his little emo corner trying to figure out how to bite at me next?" She shrugged.
Ryuk looked down at the controller with confusion. "So…"
"We're just gonna play Guitar Hero until then." She chuckled. "Why so serious Ryuk? It makes you look funny."
The shinigami didn't know what to think right now, his mind was kind of blank and he had just spent the night making sure that Keegan didn't cry anymore over him. There was something wrong with him today and he didn't like this feeling. "Hey, where's the Life Script? Same place as yesterday I assume?"
Keegan put her controller down and reached under the sofa. The notebook felt relatively warm and she opened the inner cover to find Rule # 14 etched into it. Keegan skimmed over it briefly before she looked up at Ryuk. "It's like what you told me yesterday…"
"Huh?"
"About the binding contract." She held the notebook up to him and Ryuk scratched the top of his head while looking at it. "Oh. Yeah…right." He said awkwardly. "Coincidence really."
"Yeah, I'll say. Are we gonna play this game or not? Put the guitar controller around you all ready. I'm bored." Keegan whined.
"Yeah, yeah. Just shut up, I'm working on it."
"You ever played this before?" Keegan asked while she began scrolling down through the song list until she'd picked one. "Ah. My favorite."
"I've observed others playing it. So, I'm sure I can handle it."
"All right, I picked 'Message in a Bottle'. I like its tune, it's nice, kind of subtle, and there's no screaming in it."
Ryuk shrugged. "Makes sense I suppose. It's your game Keegan.""
"I don't like loud noises. They put me on edge and I often wonder if someone's breaking into my house. TJ did that once to scare the hell out of me." Keegan said, choosing the song. It didn't take long for it to start and they were playing the game.
It was clear to see that Ryuk wasn't clueless when it came to this game. "Did you think you could beat me at a video game Keegan?"
She shook her head. "Well, you unlocked almost everything in Ratchet and Clank that one morning when you were bored as hell while I went out shopping for groceries. So, I wasn't expecting to win either."
It wasn't hard to play Guitar Hero, but damn was she doing a good job of keeping up with him. "Damn it Keegan, do you ever give up?"
"Nah…I told TJ, I'm a worker. Even in video gaming." She chuckled. "Sorry I'm making this difficult for you Ryuk. And the game's set to Easy mode."
"You suck Keegan." He snapped.
"Gee Ryuk, thanks. This is great friendship banter." She said sarcastically.
"I wasn't kidding, you do suck. My points are higher than yours." He argued.
"It's game Ryuk, calm down. " Keegan warned.
He scowled at her and she gave him this obvious look that said she wouldn't let him have lunch if he was going to behave like a sore loser if she won. "Hey…"
"What?" Ryuk asked.
"Why did you end up sleeping in my bed?"
He paused the game. "What?"
"Yeah, last night. What was up with that?"
It never really occurred to Ryuk why, but Keegan had fallen asleep after crying for about 45 minutes. He counted how long it had taken her to finally shut up. She must have obviously wanted to get a lot out of her system if she had cried for that long. "You fell asleep Keegan. If you would have seen how much time passed by while you were crying…You basically wore yourself out. What was I supposed to do? Leave you on the hard wood floor?" He grumbled out reluctantly.
"Well, no. But how'd you end up in my bed?"
"In case you started crying again I could try and shut you up. Let's get off this topic now, I don't want to talk about it." He tried to start the game again, but Keegan paused it this time.
"Talk to me." She demanded.
"No." He refused.
Keegan paused the game again when he tried to start it up once more. "Stop doing that!" He snarled.
"I will when you tell me what's wrong." Keegan said with a mischievous grin.
"You're pissing me off Keegan, are we gonna play this game or not?"
"You care about me Ryuk." She grinned.
"I do not, now un-pause this game." He ordered.
"All right, well if you don't care about me. When's my birthday?" She asked.
"October 12, 1987." Ryuk snapped very quickly before he'd realized when he had said. "…Damn it."
Her brow rose with a frown on her face. "Don't care about me huh?"
"Just because I know you're birthday doesn't mean anything." Ryuk snarled.
"Sure, sure. I get it. Trying to hide the fact that you enjoy being my friend. I understand." She nodded, "It's fine Ryuk. You don't have to admit it."
"Admit what?" He scoffed. "That's we're friends? Or that I have weird feelings when I get around you?"
That last part he hadn't meant to let slip out. Ryuk twitched and closed his mouth.
Keegan's head turned towards him with a funny look on her face. "What?"
"Nothing."
"No, go back to that last part: What weird feelings?" She asked.
He didn't answer her, but when she wasn't looking he un-paused the game. Her fingers were quick and she caught his movement. "KEEGAN-"
"What…weird feelings?" She asked.
Ryuk glared at her in agitation before he muttered to himself.
"What…?"
"…I have strange feelings when we're near each other. I don't know whether to like them or not." He managed to strain out.
All right, so now Keegan felt bad for pestering him about what was wrong, so in response she put the controller down and went into the kitchen to heat up something in the microwave.
"Hold on."
Minutes later she came back out with a steaming mug of what appeared to be something that smelled exactly like apples. Hot apples…Ryuk inhaled the scent and Keegan placed the mug in his gangly hands. "Here…I shouldn't have badgered you about this. Careful. It's hot." She warned.
"What is it?"
"Cider. Apple Cider. It's not apple juice, it's better."
Her hands were warm from the mug; he felt it as she handed the delicious smelling apple drink to him. "Oh…um…thanks Keegan." He mumbled.
"You're welcome." She said, patting him on the shoulder. "Take the guitar controller off I don't want you spilling anything on it."
He set the controller down with the mug still in his hands while Keegan went upstairs to get dressed. Obvious he sensed how awkward she must have felt about the whole argument they had just had, so he left her alone in response. Forgetting that the drink was hot though-
"AAH!"
"…What did I say about it being hot?"
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"You want me to…what?" Misa asked, as Light stood at the kitchen counter not looking at her. He was too focused with staring at his own Death Note. "You need me to help kill more people again?"
"As the 2nd Kira, Misa, you have a duty to fulfill to me. As the first Kira. You do like making me happy don't you? When you help me out it always puts me in a good mood." Ha, as if. Everything Misa did was annoying even the way she worshipped him. But with her as such a loyal lapdog it wouldn't make sense to get rid of her.
"Oh, of course! You know I do, because I love you!" She squealed. "My darling, of course I'll help you. "
There she went again, calling him darling. That was a big peeve he hated, but Light had grown to tolerate it eventually because he knew he could control Misa at every angle. "Lately I've found myself challenged by this unknown nemesis that calls themselves 'Kuro'."
"KURO?" Her mouth opened wide and she sounded appalled by the tone of her voice. "How dare they try and copycat you!"
"It's not a copycat Misa…it's the exact opposite of what I do. This Kuro proclaims they're justice against me for the criminals I kill. It's Kuro who is wrong in this world Misa. Not me. Please…if you love me you'll do this for me?" Light pleaded softly, grasping her hands in his. "Use your Death Note to start punishing criminals to strike back at Kuro. Send messages to Kuro as the 2nd Kira for me…Do my will?"
"Ohhh…Yes. I will." Misa sighed happily. "Anything for you!"
'Good. Now all I have to do is wait for Kuro to take Misa's bait as the 2nd Kira and Kuro will have to give up after realizing that he can't face two Kiras, let alone more if I count Mikami.' Light thought to himself, this would be very interesting to watch.
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"All of these saved people were all on the news. Kuro must have been getting the names off the internet or from watching the news in the evenings." Gevanni tossed a folder of medical records Miss Lidner. She in turn handed the documents to Near.
"I've all ready seen those. They're all the same, like Mister Juarez's was after he was admitted to the hospital. Healthy. Nothing more than trauma from the events that had transpired when these people were killed." He mumbled something before he pushed the Kuro Cat Chess piece close to some anonymous white pieces on the chessboard. "Kuro saves those who die too young or were murdered when they didn't deserve to be. This includes the criminals that Kira kills."
"Which means?" Gevanni asked.
"It means that Kuro works from the safety of her own home and looks up the name, somehow either on the news or the internet and counteracts Kira that way." Near answered plain and simple.
"But how did Kuro know how to bring back those criminals in the Task Force database system that Kira had all ready killed?" Miss Lidner pondered.
"Simple computer hacking skills. Skills that involve a step-by-step process. Hacking skills that teach someone how to not get caught. When we were reviewing through the Task Force Database there was evidence that someone had hacked into it from a computer in the U.S. The Task Force hadn't figured that out because they're busy trying to figure out the Kira case. They're too busy to worry about hackers." Near divulged just from what they had reviewed over.
"So, Kuro takes advantage of the Task Force while they're down and out?"
"Exactly, but how Kuro would even know about the Task Force is a mystery. She has an inside source."
"Who though?"
"Divine intervention." Near chuckled.
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"The serial killer known only as 'Kira' in Japan appears to have started his rampage again as criminals in numerous countries appear to be dropping dead here and there. The killings are still coming as we are speaking on the news this evening. It is unknown how many criminals are in the death toll. This is Kelsey Jillons from Channel 8 News, signing off."
Keegan turned the t.v off and frowned at it. "Ryuk, how many lapdogs does Mr. Yagami have?" She asked curiously.
"There's Misa, who's basically his little pet that does everything he commands her to, and then there's Mikami who's a little more or less just like Light only he wants to serve Light as his right hand (Misa's not his right hand)."
"So how many supposed Kira's are there?"
"There's been a few. Some are dead now and the rest are just Kira fanatics." Ryuk shrugged, sitting next to her. He sounded kind of funny because he was trying to speak without his tongue occasionally popping out of his mouth because it still stung from the burn. "Owwww…"
"You have a really bad tendency to burn yourself on hot foods. Was it worth it?" Keegan asked while she scrolled through the Task Force Database and suddenly found an outgoing message recently sent to 'Kuro'.
"Oh…absolutely." Ryuk hummed in content, apple cider definitely was better than apple juice.
"Oh hey. Well, look at this." Keegan chuckled, opening the message file in her video player.
The white screen that popped up had a black 'L' in the background. "Anymore Letters of the Alphabet I should know about?" She turned her head towards Ryuk, who seemed to be trying to antagonize Lucil again. "Hey." Keegan nudged him. "I'm talking to you."
"Huh? Oh. Yeah, see there was this original member of the Task Force and his alias names were Ryuzaki and L. Light took over the name 'L' and calls himself that to conceal his identity from threatening party members and from the SPK. But Near all ready knows that." The shinigami explained, watching as Keegan listened to the message. There was no point in really continuing it since it was really Light talking about negotiating some alliance and Keegan's response was picking up her camera with a chuckle.
"Hey, piss Lucil off for a second."
"Seriously?"
"I need his angry face to tell the Task Force to plainly and simply to forget any negotiations or messages with me." Keegan told her plan to him, while she leaned over Ryuk's lap and held her camera up to Lucil's hissing face before filming him hissing and clawing at the camera.
Ryuk of course was displeased with Keegan invading his personal space so rudely and he pushed her off after she was done. "Hey, hey. Watch the personal space here, I'm still trying to get rid of the human germs I caught last night."
"Wah, wah." Keegan mocked him in a sarcastic whine. "That's all you do lately. All right, all right. I'm sorry. But Lucil's face was perfect."
"How did you end up owning him Keegan? I mean…you could have picked a nicer cat." He suggested. "Why him?"
"He was in the dumpster in the alley when he was a practically a baby. I couldn't leave him. So I kept him." She said, uploading Lucil's angry video to the computer and etched a digital message above Lucil's head that read clearly in chatspeak: 'NO, Kuro-Neko iz not PLZD (Which would be in proper English, Kuro-neko is not pleased)' in big bold white letters above his head. She had made sure to film only Lucil's face and not the background around him.
"Oh…I see. Had to save him off the street?"
"I love cats." Keegan sighed sadly. "I was supposed to get a Scottish Fold kitten for Christmas when I was 14 from my Aunt but that didn't happen and instead I got Lucil just a few years ago."
"What the hell is a Scottish Fold?" Ryuk asked, cracking his shoulder bones slightly before Keegan looked at him in disgust.
"It's a breed of cat. Ohh…Gross, do that often?"
"Yeah…I can contort myself in many different positions too when my withdrawal symptoms get bad." So there were some downsides to having apple withdrawal. "It sucks. Light used it as an advantage to coax information out of me or if I didn't do as he had asked."
"Oh, you poor baby." Keegan said in a pouting voice. "He was mean to you."
"I get it, you're mocking me. You can stop now."
Keegan was laughing several moments later before she composed herself and sent the message to the Task Force. "Well that settles that. Oh! I promised Aunt Carol I'd go grocery shopping today." She rushed off the couch suddenly and found Ryuk at the front door when she came back. "No…you have to stay here. I have a new apple dish I'm going to make today and I don't want you to be getting any mischievous ideas while we're in the aisles at the store."
"Aw, damn it. You're not any fun." Ryuk crossed his arms in front of him with a clearly noticeable scowl.
"Cheer up, you're getting fed either way. So stay here. Otherwise I'll have to punish you." That said, she grabbed her purse and left. "Be back in about a half hour."
The door closed on him and Ryuk found himself staring at the thick white door with a frown. "What am I suppose to do until then?" He whined.
He glanced back at the Life Script on the coffee table in the living room. It had started glowing again, when he flipped it open he found yet another rule starting to etch its way onto the inner cover. "You've got to be kidding me. Two rules in one day?" He asked.
When the book stopped glowing, he picked it up. "Rule # 15…" As his golden eyes skimmed over the page he had to stop himself for several moments and do a double take. "Say what?!" He snapped. "Oh, no. No. No. No. It's bad enough I have to share everything with her now, no. I'm not going to do it just because the rule says I can (not that I will)." He stared hard at the words on it before the book started glowing in his hands in agitation. He threw it on the floor. "Look, you. Just because she owns you right now doesn't mean you have to pick on me while she's gone."
The book's glow started blinking furiously until Ryuk kicked it. Its response was zapping him with violent electrical shocks until he was thrown back into the railing by the stairs. Prompting him to convulse into some kind of seizure before everything went black.
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Rule # 15: The shinigami whose bound to the mortal user of the Life Script may take a human form if he or she so chooses depending on the books dependency on the owner. Should said shinigami take a human form, the shinigami may witness unfavorable symptoms. Those include: vomiting, twitching, OCD, and occasional dependency for adrenaline rushes.
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He awoke several moments later to rub the back of his head. Keegan wasn't home yet and he wondered how long she would be while she was gone. "I guess I'll explore the neighborhood a bit 'til she gets back." The door opened and closed behind him and he found the sun feeling unusually brighter than it normally would be to him. "Ugh. Sheesh. Tone down the rays some, will ya?"
"Afternoon!" Somebody called to him.
He had to stop then and turn his head to whoever had spoken to him. A little balding man next door was watering his little sky garden and waving at Ryuk. Something was wrong. "Uh…Yeah, hi." He responded quickly. How could that guy just see him out of the blue? Unless…
In moments Ryuk had rushed back inside the house in the hallway bathroom to look at himself in the mirror. Normally he wouldn't but-"OH YOU STUPID NOTEBOOK!"
It had done it. That Life Script really had done it. It had put him in a mortal form and Ryuk didn't like it one bit. This was probably even worse than having apple withdrawals. This was terrible. It was awful. His normal leather outfit had been changed to accommodate this 'form' the book had given him until he decided whether he wanted to change back or not. And he really wanted to. The gangly leather outfit wasn't a outfit anymore. It was a black leather jacket, dark faded jeans with rips at the knees and boots. Biker boots…
He poked his head out from the doorway in the bathroom to scowl at the Life Script laying on the floor by the staircase. "I hate you…" He hissed at the book before returning back to the mirror in the bathroom. "Dammit. I look hideous." He snarled. Actually, he probably didn't in human standards but for him, Ryuk was horribly disgusted. His hair was black and greasy and somehow messed up in some weird way on top of his head that he didn't like.
"This must be what my hair looks like in this ugly shell of a body." He looked down at his jacket and tugged on it before looking at a tag on the inside that clearly read: 'Harley Davidson'. "Oh come on! You've got to be kidding me! A label?! A label?!!" He snarled, jumping out of the bathroom to yell at a notebook that clearly wasn't going to answer him. "What did I do to deserve this?" He asked.
Back in the bathroom again, Ryuk was trying to figure out what else had been changed. All right, so the earring was still there, the belts were all together…his eyes were a humanly dark amber color and he looked to be just a few years older than Keegan in this wretched human husk. What next? "Pfft. I'll probably be driving a motorcycle around and look like some kind of punk up to no good." Hey. That gave him an idea.
"If people can see me in this form right now, I can do whatever I want kind of." Now that Ryuk thought about it, he sort of wanted to be seen. Maybe not in an attention seeking sense but in a way to roam about as if he had some trouble he wanted to get into. "I think I'll have some fun today."
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The rough air felt good once he got used to maneuvering this hunk of junk. If Ryuk could recall correctly he'd just been strolling around the local town and 'window shopping' as some called it when someone had callled him over into an alleyway where he was presented with this obvious motorcycle that didn't belong to him:
"Hey, you're Mike's friend right?"
"Mike? Oh…uh, yeah. Yeah. Mike."
"Well, he said somebody was coming by to pick up the bike at this location. He all ready paid in full for it for ya, so it's all yours pal."
"Seriously? Wow, that's nice of him."
"All right, then. He said of course that I should throw in the helmet for free, so the helmet's free."
"All right then, I'll see Mike later than to thank him."
"Yeah, sure. And tell him I said great doing business with him."
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That poor sap, he had no idea that Ryuk had basically just stolen this bike. This bike that must have cost quite a pretty penny: A Nightrod VRSC. He wondered what Keegan would think if she saw him with this bike. "Oh fu-" A truck zoomed by him beeping its horn loudly and he realized that he had to get home before she did. The engine on the bike revved up and Ryuk turned it down an open alleyway before he whizzed out of it to cut off a taxi in that general area before he pulled the purring vehicle up in front of the little row house and parked it there.
He pulled the helmet off and put it under his arm before he opened the door and closed it behind him. "Where the hell should I put this thing so she won't see it?" Oh that was a good idea, hide the helmet while there's a suspicious motorcycle parked out front of her house. That was an original idea. There wasn't much he could do before the door handle jiggled and a wall of grocery bags shielded him from Keegan's vision.
"Hey! Do you know if Joe came by today or if the cops set him free on the news today? There's a weird bike parked out front and I'd like to know who owns it before I have that pretty machine towed away."
"Yeah, that would be mine." Ryuk coughed, clearing his throat as she entered the kitchen. Oh boy, how was he going to explain this to her. "It was so slow at the grocery store. I can't believe they only had three cashiers working today as busy as it was." She continued, before realizing she'd left the Life Script out and went to retrieve it from the living room.
It wasn't on the coffee table when Keegan went to pick it up. She instead found it carelessly left on the floor and opened to the inner cover where she skimmed over Rule # 15. "Hey! Did you see this new rule?" She asked, picking up the notebook while she walked back into the kitchen to find the helmet sitting on the kitchen counter. She looked at it funny before she looked at this strangely unfamiliar (yet at the same time familiar) man sitting on her kitchen table.
"Who are you?"
"Why don't you ask the notebook?" Ryuk growled as he glared at the little white notebook in her hands.
Keegan dropped the Life Script. "RYUK?!"
"I think that thing's got a personal vendetta against me, I look six feet under!"
She stammered something awful and unintelligible before she snatched the notebook back up. "How did-"
"It hates me." He pointed at it, with a scowl. "Ask the notebook. I think it's got something against me because after you left, this is what happened to me!" He pointed out as he tugged on his leather jacket. "Look at this, it ruined me!"
"But…" She flipped it open. "You can change back you know."
"It changed me against my will…"
"But you can still change back…Have you even tried?" She asked, hitting him over the head with the notebook. "And get off my table with those boots!"
Ryuk dropped off the table with an obnoxious 'thud' after getting down. He stood a at least a foot and a half taller than Keegan so she didn't really seem so threatening from the angle he was staring down at her from. "There, happy?"
"Not particularly. Whose bike is that?" She asked.
"I guess you've noticed that the helmet's mine. So I suppose the bike is mine." Ryuk shrugged with a grin. "Why? You mad?"
"DID YOU STEAL THAT BIKE?!"
"Kind of. Somebody mistook me for somebody else and told me the bike was mine. Some guy named Mike had all ready paid for it. So I took it. I mean, it WAS so generously offered to me." He was testing her patience now. This was certainly fun to do.
She hit him in the back of the head. "Ryuk the cops will come after you if they know that you stole it! Do you know that-"
"Hey, the guy wasted his money and all ready paid for it. So it's the other's fault because he mistook me for somebody else. So nothing I could do about it."
"You could have been honest and said: 'I'm not so-and-so, sorry.'" She put her hand son her hips as she tried to correct him on his obviously criminal-like behavior. "I can't believe you!"
"You left me alone Keegan, so I had some fun. Maybe I'll give the bike back, maybe I won't. But it is pretty damn pricey if you look at it." He pondered aloud in admiration of it. "I think I might keep it."
"That's a Harley Davidson Nightrod VRSC! Are you crazy?!" She snapped, her hands clasping over her head. "We HAVE to return that back to the owner!"
"The owner wasn't there to claim it, I don't think I should. Hey! It rides pretty smoothly, you wanna ride it yourself?" He asked, gesturing to the door. She slapped him in the back of the head again. "Ouch!"
"You idiot!"
The door handle jingled again and Keegan and Ryuk got awfully quiet when Aunt Carol walked in. "I'm back! Oh…Hello. Who's this Keegan?" Her aunt asked looking over at Ryuk. "Oh! That must be your bike then! I'm sorry, I thought some hoodlum in the neighborhood had parked it there deliberately thinking they could get away with it."
"Yeah, ma'am. I'm that hoodlum." Ryuk pointed out, clearly not happy that somebody had literally insulted him so blatantly in such a polite tone.
"Keegan, we had a talk about boys in the house didn't we?" Her aunt asked.
Was Aunt Carol seriously going to do this now? Oh whatever entity was out there clearly disliked her today. She knew Ryuk was probably having a ball inside. "Yes, Aunt Carol. He just got here actually when you got in the door. So I was going to wait until you got in the door to tell you. Ah, Aunt Carol, this is…" She had to think of a name really quick. One that was believable because 'Ryuk' wouldn't cut it. "Roy."
"Aunt Carol, this is Roy." Keegan introduced the two. "Roy's a friend of mine, he's in one of my classes at school. He majors in my photography class. He mainly photographs motorcycles and has been submitting certain images to bike shops to advertise the bikes in." She explained.
'Best. Damn. Lie. Ever.' Ryuk thought to himself. "Yeah, that's me. The kid with the bike. Got it as an early Christmas present." Oh! That was a good lie too! He was catching on to how Keegan managed her lying skills so well.
"Oh, well. It's nice to meet you. I'm Carol Phelps." They shook hands, despite the fact Ryuk was reluctant to. "Well, I'll be upstairs wrapping some things for the rest of the family. No misbehaving." He pointed at Ryuk with an accusatory glare on her face before she left the room.
"…Roy, huh?" Ryuk snickered.
"Shut up…"
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Authoress Note: Yes folks. Yes. I did. I decided that this would be the 'CRACK' chapter. I had to. I just had to. So please nobody shoot me. Just don't. Part of me thinks it turned out well and the other half thinks…'Damn. What did you eat today to make you write this?' Also, I felt that shinigamis should be able to take human forms, but this is only in regards to the Life Script rules and stuff. Just in case anybody was wondering. All right well…feel free to review or flame on this chapter. Thanks.