Disclaimer: I forgot on the last one, but I don't own Death Note. Maybe I'll put one of these every couple chapters.

He coughed and cleared his throat, recomposing himself. "Well, I guess this isn't very surprising." He mumbled, fist still near his mouth.

"Hmm? You've seen another ghost?" I asked curiously, sitting down across from him.

"Not exactly a ghost. Anyway, is this where you died then? Usually ghosts don't leave the place they died."

"Well, that would be awesome, because then I would know where I died and where my body might've been, but I can go anywhere and that's why I'm confused." I paused and added a mumble of, "But being killed in a cafe? You'd think that would be all over the place and a pretty cool place to die."

He ignored my last comment. "Really? Then why can I see you when I have never seen a ghost before?" He seemed to be thinking about this just as hard as I was.

"I don't know." I shrugged, but then lit up. "Oh! What if we had some kind of special connection or something from when I was alive?"

He gave me a skeptical look. "I've never seen you before."

I pouted and crossed my arms. "Fine. Maybe we were supposed to have a connection and now I'm dead. I don't know! You're not talking to freaking Einstein's ghost!" I threw up my arms in exasperation.

He gave me a look I could only assume was irritated.

"Okay, how about this? We go talk to the thing that you saw that's "not exactly a ghost" and maybe they'll have answers?" I suggested.

He thought about it, then began collecting his books. "Alright."

"One point for the ghost! Yay!" I cheered, following him out the door as I celebrated my good idea.

He was silent and walked with a straight face. I was a little confused until I realized he would look insane if he talked to me since no one else can see me. So, I looked around as I trailed behind him. I looked back and spotted someone tailing us, or, him. It's hard to get used to the fact people can't see you.

"Hey, uh, I don't know your name, but is that guy always following you?" I asked, walking beside him now.

He glanced out of the corner of his eye at me and nodded just slightly.

"Why?" I muttered, mostly to myself, as I looked back at the guy writing in a small notepad suspiciously.

When we got to his house, I followed him up the stairs, ignoring anyone else that may have been in the house. I was interested to see what he was talking about. I was almost excited. He closed his door behind him and closed his curtains, then turned around to look at me expectantly. I tilted my head slightly, then followed his eyes to where he was staring behind me. The thing standing there made me leap back a bit and get in a defensive stance, letting out a surprised gasp. It was really tall and looked almost like a clown, aside from the fact it had bluish skin and was wearing a black, feathery kind of outfit. The thing, I'm guessing it was a male, cackled and seemed rather amused by my reaction.

"You can see me?" He asked.

"U-uh, yeah. I'm a ghost-thing, I guess?" I responded nervously.

"A ghost?" Now he seemed interested. "Usually they're caught in the last moments of their death and confined to the place they died."

"Yeah, we already went over that." I glanced at the boy, who was now sitting in his desk chair watching our exchange. "What are you, anyway?"

"I'm a God of Death, Ryuk." He motioned to the boy. "He picked up my Death Note."

"Death Note?" I repeated curiously.

"We write names in notebooks that can kill those people to survive."

"Oh. Well, was that even a good idea to give it to a human?" I responded, then quickly shot, "Not to mean you shouldn't have it." to the boy.

Ryuk gave me an odd look. "You think I dropped it on purpose?"

"Well, by the way you're saying that, yeah, probably." I shrugged. "But why a human? If there's Gods of Death, then give it to something interesting, like a vampire or werewolf."

"How do you know if they're real?"

I shrugged again. "I don't know. Just a feeling. I can't remember a lot, so it's hard to say."

He cackled. "I like her." He told the boy, who just smirked.

"Oh right! My name's…Uh…" I had to think hard about it for a minute before it came to me. "Oh right! It's Rin Kobayashi."

"I'm Light Yagami." The boy told me.

I nodded. "Right, well, uh," I turned back to Ryuk, still not over the fact he towered over me. "Since you're a God of Death, would you happen to know how or where or even when I died?"

He shook his head. "No."

"Huh?"

"I don't keep track of deaths." He said, holding up his hands and backing out of the room. "Can't help." He disappeared through the wall.

I sighed, sitting down on the bed and shifting my pleading gaze to Light. He sighed and looked at me for what seemed like a long time.

"Well, it looks like you're in some slightly ripped clothing, so you probably died outside after a struggle of some kind. As for how, it doesn't look like you have any injuries, but I don't know enough about ghosts to say whether or not that's a valid assumption."

I thought for a while, closing my eyes to concentrate on something that seemed important but I was having trouble remembering. It finally came to me and I snapped my eyes open, sitting straight up as I got his attention away from writing and watching the news. I must've been thinking for longer than I expected.

"I remember being to the hospital a lot, but maybe I got into some kind of accident and taken there in these clothes. I think I was there a bit before my memories just cut off, so it could be from a relapse or something? Maybe that's where I died?"

"What were you there for?"

"I don't know. I can't remember that part." I deflated.

"I see." He said before turning back to what he was doing.

I mulled over the possibility I died at the hospital for a few minutes before I stood up and looked over his shoulder to see the pages lined with seemingly random names.

"What're you doing?" I asked curiously.

"Writing criminals' names in the Death Note." He replied after a short hesitation, watching me from the corner of his eye.

"Killing off criminals?" I asked quietly, unconsciously biting the side of my index finger before starting to giggle. "Good."

"Good?" He seemed a bit surprised and looked at me fully.

I nodded, composing myself into a neutral expression. "Someone should embrace the satisfaction of a justified kill. Killing's in our instincts. We are apart of the animal kingdom, after all."

Now he looked just plain confused and a bit shocked.

"Sorry. I can't remember much. That's just what…" I trailed off, realizing what was weird about what I had said. "What's wrong with me?" I mumbled, biting my finger again as I went back to sit on his bed.

"So, you're pro-Kira?" He asked after a minute.

I jumped a bit, but slowly lowered my hand. "Kira…The one mysteriously mass-murdering criminals with heart attacks…I guess I can see why, but I guess it really doesn't matter to me if it's just criminals. Rapists and murderers deserve to die, but I personally think it should be more painful than a heart attack."

He gave a light chuckle. "It's justice, not revenge."

"Revenge is more fun." I shrugged and flopped back onto his pillows. "How long until you're gonna sleep?"

"Why?"

"I'm considering sleeping here. Your bed is nice."

"Ghosts sleep?"

"I don't even know if I'm a ghost. Maybe I'm just cursed. Either way, I can sleep."

"Go ahead then. It's only four in the afternoon. I'll kick you out if you stay too long."

"Thanks." I mumbled, already half-asleep.

I would never sleep in the presence of a guy I just met, but I guess since he can't even touch me, it didn't matter. He can't do anything to me if his hand just goes through me. Besides, it seems like he'll be glued to that television and book for a long time. He's not interested in me aside from the ghost thing anyway. That's comforting and offensive at the same time.