Co-written by Lionhart280 and HybridDemon

Rating: M Not suitable for children or teens below the age of 16 with possible strong but non-explicit adult themes, references to violence, and strong coarse language.

Words: 1,031

Based upon: Deathnote

Chapter 2: Revenge

Ryou stared at the notebook thoughtfully. He had already hung up the phone on Sonoda, and was now chewing the eraser on the end of the pencil he held in his hand. Images of all his enemies gloating faces hovered in his mind, laughing at him, punishing him without reason, and making his life a living hell.

And now he could finally exact his revenge, and get away with it too.

Ryou leaned back in his chair and stared at the roof, "Who to kill first?" his eyes flashed, what was he thinking? After they died, the police could trace them back to all being enemies of Ryou. Unless…

No one would ever suspect Nikki to have been murdered. It was an accident. If he killed off everyone he hated with run of the mill deaths, no one would ever suspect him, the good looking Ryou, as a murderer.

So back to the original question. Who to kill first? How about that annoying Yagami guy? Always had the right answer in class, and the only guy girls thought was cuter than he, Ryou! He always looked at Ryou with that look of disgust, as if he was worse. Yes, Yagami would do fine.

Ryou leaned forward and held the pencil above the paper. But how to kill Light? There were a lot of different ways. But no, Ryou would have to think up the worst death for him, so Light would have to wait.

The teen's eyes lit up as he leaned back and snapped his fingers, "Of course!" he exclaimed. He knew the perfect victim! Asakura! That bastard always used to beat up Ryou in middle school! Now it was time for revenge…

Ryou quickly scribbled down on the Death note, 'AsakuraHiroyasu. Falls down stairs and breaks neck.'

The teen leaned back and smiled triumphantly. Excellent.

An hour and ten names later, Ryou finally closed the book. That would do for now. He slipped the notebook back into his back pack before opening his doors and going downstairs for a bite to eat.

"I suppose that will be good for tonight," Light spoke before closing his textbook and returning his pencils and geometry set to their places inside the drawer of his desk. He then flipped on the television to the eight o'clock news.

"A young teen girl has been a victim of a hit and run at Soyama Street just an hour ago. Police are investigating the scene, and have only just released the name of the Girl, Nikki. Onlookers s--" Light paused. Nikki? Wasn't she that popular girl in his class? Light thought for a moment.

He remembered talk that she had broken up with that Ryou guy, and was now going out with someone else. It was sad to hear that she had died. Light flipped off the television and stood up and stretched. Maybe he'd play some Mario Kart on the Gamecube.

Light turned to look at the clock and found himself face to face with what appeared to be a large deformed blue jay. His first instinct was to scream. His next instinct was to bolt for the door. Instead he found himself doing something quite different.

"Hi, can I help you?" Light queried to the large manlike figure.

"My name's Ryuk. Where's my Notebook?" The thing asked, glaring at Light. Its massive yellow eyes seemed to rip right into Light's inner thoughts and left him with a cold feeling in the pit of his stomach.

"Huh?" He shuddered, "What notebook?"

"The Death note. You were the first person to touch it, and are therefore the rightful owner. So where'd you stash it?"

Light couldn't help but gape, "You mean that grungy thing outside my school? It was real!?" Light's eyes widened with realization, "Then that means… You're a Shinigami!"

The Death God stared at Light levelly with its unblinking eyes, "Listen kid, I'm only going to ask one more time. The Deathnote, what did you do with it?"

Light scratched the back of his head, "Well, you see… I kind of threw it away…" There was an extremely long silence as Ryuk stared at Light, as if trying to figure out whether or not he was lying.

"Excuse me?" He asked, "You mean, you had the power to kill at will… and you threw it away?"

Light frowned, "I guess it looks that way, huh?" He suddenly realized who he was talking to, "So what happens now? Do you kill me, or put some type of Death God curse on me for touching your book?"

The Death God stared at Light for a moment longer before bursting out into guffaws of laughter, "What is that? Some idiotic idea thought up by you humans!? Of course not, once the Book enters the human world, it's property of the Human world. And since you were the first human to touch it, it's officially yours now!"

Light spread his arms out, "But I don't have it! I threw it away at my school!"

"Well you better go back and get it! Who knows what would happen if some other human got a hold of it." Light nodded and ran downstairs.

"Where are you going, Light?" his mother asked as he flew by.

"I think I dropped something important at school out of my back pack. Going to go check!" He replied as he ran out the door.

"It's not here!" Light cried out in fury, looking about him, "I threw it right here!" He indicated the ground at his feet.

"Which means that someone else has it now. That's not good for you, Light!" The Shinigami glared at him.

"What does that mean?" he replied. A look of confusion crossed his face.

"I'm pretty angry that you've done something as stupid as this. Thus, I am now going to give you exactly one month to find me my book, starting from when I first dropped it at exactly midnight last night."

Light swallowed, "And what happens after a month?"

Ryuk lowered his gaze until the two were practically nose to nose, "I'm a Shinigami, Light Yagami. You figure it out."