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Just a mere couple of days later, after Raito was granted a short break from the undead duo. The young man would be found at home, in his room as usual.

/Hey Raito!/

Called the Shinigami, seemingly out of nowhere.

/I'm bored./

Sort of giving his human companion a weird pout.

"At least I can agree with you on that..."

Yawning some as he stood from his desk. Reaching over as he turned on his television and headed over to bed as he took a seat.

"Lately, I haven't been able to use the Death Note on criminals. And I know the task force will be picking up on that soon enough if people just suddenly stop dying..."

/Oh? Then don't kill criminals, kill something else./

"...How many times do I have to explain that Shinigami killing humans and people people killing humans is totally diff- AH! What the hell is that?!"

Knowing well enough that he could no longer help his fellow task force members, it certainly didn't stop him from hanging around the place. It was safe to say that Ryuuzaki actually missed it.

"There hasn't been a huge flood of deaths lately... and the people that have been dying aren't very big criminals like before..."

Ah, a breath of fresh air. It seemed Matsuda actually gained a few IQ points. If only out dearly departed one could just say the truth, let it all be over with, things could finally come to and end.

"I doubt that I could do it..."

Now sort of talking to himself. It didn't matter, no one could hear him voice his thoughts anyway.

"If Yagami-kun was revealed, they would have to take him away and have him executed..."

Thinking out loud as he walked from one room, though a wall and into the next room. Which was considered a 'break room' where he would find the elder Yagami. Apparently so distressed over the case as he sat on the large couch watching television.

"What an odd choice of programing..."

Invisibly perching himself on the other end of the couch. Yagami had decided to watch 'American Idol'.

/Hey, Raito. Whats the point of this show?/

One of the Shinigami's favorite pass times was television, though most of the time he really didn't understand it. Humans did the funniest things on television.

"It's just a bunch of people who think they have talent. They audition their voices, suck horribly, get told about it by the judges, then they go home crying."

/Sounds funny./

"Painfully funny."

Arching a brow as a contestant would enter. And just like the others, horribly dressed and slightly over weight to some extent. And the voice, so horribly pitched it was amazing the poor woman didn't suck the air right out of the room and suffocate the judges.

"Hm... Paula Marshal... "

Not to mention, they did kinda set themselves up. Showing their face on television like that, with their names in a little caption underneath. It was just too easy. Perhaps the new world could benefit from people with actual talent.

/Humans make the weirdest sounds./

"Indeed they do."

Watching closely. The woman walked away crying after being verbally abused by Raito's favorite judge. The all powerful Simon, who probably wished he had some sort of Death Note in order to clear himself of such idiots. As the woman left, just leaving the door after her littl walk of shame' HEART ATTACK! Before Ryan Seacrest could even approach.

And back at the task force break room...

"Huh? Tell me you just saw that!"

Ryuuzaki, waving his arms frantically but to no avail. Yagami had fallen asleep it seemed.

"You gotta be kidding me..."

Now throwing himselff off the couch as he made way into the next room. Of course, everyone was still sitting around looking at papers and different sorts of file work. So no one would really notice the television just amazingly turned on by itself, right?

"That's weird."

It was pretty much the only reaction they could all express at the same time.

"Oh I love this show!"

Matsuda would squeal. It wasn't a big surprise.

"Yes, this is Ryan Seacrest! And it seems the competition here tonight is deadly. Apparently the rumors of the judges being a little too 'aggressive' with their remarks, have been proven true tonight. Most of our contestants have yet to the leave the building alive due to a massive spring of heart attacks. Most likely from shock, that they missed their chances at Hollywood."

"See?! See?!"

Poor Tenshi. No one could see him. Though suddenly, a thought struck him. This wouldn't be so simple as the whole 'who is watching the news when criminals started to randomly die' plan.

"Millions of people are watching this right now... so I guess it doesn't really matter. And now I forogt what I was doing."

Sigh. Now taking a look around as everyone pretty much stopped their work and paid more attention to the awful singing. No, there would be no working when American Idol was on.

"Ha! They're idiots! Death from shock? Because they suck?!"

Raito simply couldn't hold in his laughter. Nearly rolling around on his bed, he didn't have this much enjoyment in some time.

/Hyuk! Humans are pathetic!/

And, seemingly out of no where. A rather ominous lurking feeling overcame the two. Turning their attentions to the other side of the room where there was a rather un happy looking and pretty pist off Tenshi.

"Yagami-kun."

"R-ryu-ryuuzaki..?"

"What do you think you're doing, Yagami-kun?"

"Er... uh... nothing?"

Raito was a good liar, when he wanted to be anyway. Now composing himself again as he took the remote and looked to the television.

"You've been killing people on TV again haven't you?! What's wrong with you?! Are you really such a heartless basterd! These poor people didn't even do anythi- Ah! W-what the hell is that sound?"

His little ranting moment was ignored for the most part.

Raito would arch a brow, glancing over at him from the corner of his eye and tapped the volume up a few clicks.

"Oh this? This is what happens when idiots are allowed on television to unleash their evil upon others at a world wide prospective."

"Well turn it off."

The Tenshi would stick a finger into each ear.

"What? I'm sorry, I can't hear you Ryuuzaki..."

As Raito would tap the volume up a few more clicks. Doing this purposely of course.

"I said turn it Off! Not UP!"

Ah, it seemed the late detective does in fact have a weakpoint, even in death. He truly hates American Idol it seemed. So Raito would have to fix this somehow. Pulling the little rubber 'power' button off the remote as he gave a shrug.

"I'm sorry, I can't do that. And it seems the volume can't go down either... 'heh' Whatever shall I do?"

"I... Ugh! I don't care! Just make it stop!"

"As you wish."

Giving his undead partner alittle smirk before turning his attention back to the screen. Taking down the name with an easy little scribble onto the paper. Within minutes, the poor man dropped dead during his Seacrest interview.

". . ."

"Well you said to make it stop."

"You know I didn't mean like that Yagami-kun."

"But you failed to specify otherwise."

"Stop twisting my words around!"

". . ."

". . ."

"Ya wanna see me do it again?"

"... Yea ok."

/Hyuk! He just keep getting better and better!/

Now stuck in an awkward moment as the Shinigami gave his new Tenshi friend a strangle hold of a hug. Sort of flinging him about. Leaving Raito with a blank look on his face as he arched a brow oddly.

"Really. You two are just fucking weird..."

Oh man. I couldn't help myself.
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