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Light Yagami's P.O.V.

My plan was going perfectly. With an army of Shinigami behind me, I've scoured across this country punishing the wicked. As soon as I get to the coast, I'll head back to Japan. From there I'll set up my base of operations, punishing all hours of the day instead of just mornings and nights. With my new ghostly form, all of this is possible. And the best thing about all this? No L. Him and his successors were gone for good, leaving nothing to stand in my way.

There's no way I can be caught. I'm not even visible anymore. The only ones who can see or even touch me are other supernatural entities like the shinigami, which means I have nothing to worry about. I can't picture any other non-humans caring about them enough to cause me any trouble. The only reason I've stuck to using the computers when everyone is gone is so no one will be able to interrupt me.

Tonight, we're in Las Vegas. This city is full of despicable people that the world would be better off without. Finding criminals to punish would be a piece of cake in a place like this, especially with the shinigami.

I had tried to make the eye deal. I didn't have anything to lose, since I was already dead, but they wouldn't let me have the eyes. They said they already gave me one wish, so they wouldn't give me the shinigami eyes since I had no years to pay for it. But that was fine. I had actual shinigami following my every command, by order of their king. Even Ryuk was doing as I asked, despite his constant grumbling. They themselves rarely wrote in their own notebooks, but they told me names. With their help, the name Kira will be worshipped as a god by this time next year.

I walked the filthy streets of Vegas, writing names left and right. One of the best things about being dead? I don't get tired. I could walk forever and never need sleep or rest. Before I knew it, it was 11:00 in the afternoon. The sky was dark, but the streets were still lit with bright lights. All I needed to do was find a computer and I'll continue my work. This time of day people are either at home, are slobbering drunk, or gambling. In any case, it was perfectly safe to assume I would not be interrupted.

Just then the lights all around the city went out.

"What the hell?" I said aloud, wondering why everything suddenly turned off. Nothing closes in Vegas, not this early. This must be a blackout. Damn. "Hey, Ryuk," I said.

"Yeah," he said, turning to me.

"Fly up there and see if there's anywhere that still has power. We need to get to a computer."

He glared at me, obviously displeased at taking orders, but he did as he was told. A moment later he landed back down in front of me, "That way. There's a few buildings that still have lights on."

I followed his direction and eventually came to a large library. The lights were still on inside. Even better, there weren't that many people. There was only one car in the parking lot. I walked through the wall and scanned the room around me for people. There was an old grumpy-looking lady standing behind an information desk munching on marshmallows. A young man in suspenders sat reading some manga at a table near the computer area. The rest of the building was empty.

"This will do perfectly," I said as I chose one of the computers. I typed a few key words in and started to write names.

I was shocked when my death note was torn from my hands. Looking up I saw the young man bolting toward the door. The old lady was already gone, but that didn't matter. That bastard stole my notebook! "After him," I shouted, "write his name!" Who was this guy? How could he see me? Why did he take my notebook?

I ran after him. How dare he take my notebook? I watched him pile into a car and drive off. I couldn't catch them on foot if I tried. The shinigami would have to get to them.

That's when I realized the shinigami weren't following the car. I turned around to see them standing around, doing nothing. "What are you waiting for? Write his name down." I demanded.

Ryuk started laughing. What was this all about?

"We couldn't see his name," one of the shinigami said. "We couldn't even see his lifespan. He was completely blank. So was that old lady."

"How is that possible? You looked right at them, didn't you?"

Ryuk kept laughing. The others just stared at me. I glared daggers at them, "Fine. If you won't kill him, at least follow them and see where they're headed. That man is a liability."

A few of the shinigami took off in pursuit of the vehicle. This was bad. If he could not only see me, but also couldn't be killed by the death note, then I had to find him as soon as possible. Not only that, but he had my death note. I could always get a new one from the king, but that still leaves the issue of this mysterious man having a notebook. He could do a lot of damage. I needed to get it back, and I needed this man out of my way.

I swore to myself then and there that this thief would come to a very unpleasant end.