(Kitty: So, a new chapter eh? Please don't get your hopes up. I totally ran out of inspiration for this one. :'( I really love everyone who reads this and I wanna give everyone a hug and a freaking cookie! –gives everyone a hug and cookie- I FREAKING LOVE YOU!)

"Ehh, Ivan-san? Is it good to talk to that thing while people are around?" Kiku whispered quietly to Ivan. The day was Friday, a day after Ivan had told Kiku about the shinigami Ryuk, and the Death Note. They were in their first period class, Biology, and Alaric was trying to teach the class about heredity.

"Nyet! Most of the class is used to me talking to myself so it shouldn't be any different if I really talk to someone da?" he whispered back to Kiku.

"Ivan, Kiku. Is there anything you would like to share with the class?" Alaric was looking straight at the two talking boys.

Kiku shook violently and stared in horror at being caught doing something bad, "Ehh… errrm…" he stuttered.

"Da, you said that the genotype for color blindness were two dominant alleles on the sex chromosome. But they're really recessive da?" he smiled childishly.

"Oh," Alaric looked at what he wrote on the board, "So I did. Thank you Ivan…" he nodded at Ivan.

Kiku looked at Ivan, "How did you?"

"I'm used to people telling me to stop talking da? You hear them all the time, 'Ivan stop talking, your disrupting the class!' 'Ivan, shut the hell up!' you know, et cetera, et cetera." He whispered to Kiku. "I just learned to listen while I talk to things!" he smiled cutely.

Kiku smiled softly, "I guess I don't pay attention to you as much as I should Ivan-san, you're a very smart boy…"

Ivan nodded and smiled a little wider.

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After three other classes, Ivan and Kiku were walking to their Grammar class. A few times, Kiku would look behind them, and then swiftly look back forward.

"Ivan-san… This may sound weird, but Mathew-kun has been following us all day. He's a sophomore, we don't have a single class with him!" he whispered to Ivan, "It's weird…"

"I've been noticing the same thing, Ivan. I just assumed he was one of your friends, but he hasn't approached us and he keeps looking scared." Ryuk added.

Ivan nodded and bit his lower lip; he looked back and didn't see Mathew anywhere, "Are you sure? He's not back there…"

Kiku looked back too and tilted his head, "he was just there, maybe he had a class close by." He shrugged, "Just look out for him after class Ivan-san."

Ivan nodded, "Da, I will… Wait… Ryuk, did you say anyone who touched the Death Note would be able to see you da?" he looked at Ryuk with wide eyes.

Ryuk chuckled, "You have a good memory boy, I did say that."

Ivan ran his hand through his bangs, "oh shit…"

-Flashback-

A boy with blonde-brown hair came sprinting from the crowd and bumped blindly into Ivan, which caused him to drop the Death Note. The boy stopped dead and stuttered, "I-I'm so sorry Ivan!" he picked it up and gave it back to him.

Ivan snatched it back and smiled, "It's okay da? Matthew was just getting the nurse!" The boy, Matthew, nodded and sprinted away.

-End-

Kiku looked in confusion at Ivan, "What's wrong Ivan-san?"

"Mathew touched the notebook." He stated dully. Kiku's eyes widened, "Are you serious? That means he can see this big beast roaming the hallways, no offense Ryuk-sama…" he bowed towards Ryuk slightly.

Ryuk chuckled, "Non taken human,"

Ivan smiled, "Wait, why are we worried? I could just write his name down in the Death Note da?" he took out the notebook nonchalantly and opened it to the first page and placed the pen neatly underneath Sadiq's name. He wrote down 'Mathew' and paused. "Erm, what was his last name?" he asked Kiku.

Kiku looked startled and thought, "His older brother is… ehm, was Alfred-san right? I'd assume it was Jones then," he said more like a question than an answer.

Ivan nodded and wrote down 'Jones' after it. He closed the notebook and put it back into his coat pocket, "That takes care of that da?" he smiled cutely at the shinigami and Kiku.

Ryuk looked at Ivan and chuckled darkly, "Sure, that takes care of that," he repeated back to Ivan.

[* * *]

Ivan was restless in class, he couldn't pay attention to anything the teacher was saying. 'Nothing seems to have happened, no ambulances, no sirens, no nothing! Is Mathew dead or not?' he couldn't stand it any longer. He slammed his palms on his desk and stood on his feet.

"Ivan! Sit down this instant!" The Grammar teacher, Ludwig, screamed at him.

"Nyet…" he mumbled and stormed out of the classroom. As he was in the hallway, he heard a flapping of wings fly up beside him and Ryuk entered his field of vision.

"Wow, you can just do that in a high school? I had no idea these times were different!" he exclaimed.

"Shut up. I'll get detention for this no doubt, but I have to know if he's dead already!" he stomped over to the cooking class and shoved open the door. He scanned the rows of faces and made out a fair face with glasses. He ducked quickly underneath the desk, but not before Ivan could identify that it was Mathew. He growled. "Mathew…" he mumbled.

"Ivan! You cannot just interrupt my class like this!" the teacher screamed at him. "You bastard…" the cooking teacher walked over to Ivan, he was about a head shorter than Ivan but was always fiercer.

"Mr. Vargas, I would like to excuse a certain student da?" Ivan asked angrily.

"Like hell you will! Now get out of my classroom before I make you!" he glared at Ivan and pushed his stomach, "Out out out!" He slammed the door in Ivan's face.

Ivan growled at the door and a voice appeared beside him. "Ivan. Get back to my classroom now. You have a Friday detention." Ivan turned his head and the Grammar teacher, Ludwig, was glaring at him. Ivan blinked and looked down, "Da, sorry sir…" he walked back to the classroom.

(Kitty: Woah, this adds a whole new meaning to 'Who?' I heard of forgetting Canada completely but just his last name? Poor Mathew… Oh, and ever heard of a Grammar Nazi? Well that's what Ludwig is. GOD THIS CHAPTER IS FULL OF TERRIBLE WRITING AND BAD PUNS! I'm sorry… I'll update a.s.a.p!

No copyrite intended on anything copyritable!)