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Chapter 2: The Deadly Weapon
So the death note had fallen into the land of shinobi. Into the village hidden in the leaves, near a bathhouse. Its muscular manager was throwing out an old man with unbelievably long white hair in a ponytail. The old man was known as Jiraiya, one of the legendary sannin of the leaf.
"And stay out ya pervert," the manager yelled.
"Geez," Jiraiya got up and dusted himself off, "can't an author do a little research these days? Oh well, I gotta meet up with Tsunade anyway."
As Jiraiya set off for the bar, he stepped on something. The sannin picked up the black notebook from under his foot. It read "Death Note" on the cover and had instructions on how to use it inside.
"Ha," said Jiraiya after reading them, "like anyone with half a brain would buy this crap! Guess I could always use it to take research notes or write my next book in it." So Jiraiya tucked the notebook into his vest, and then continued onward to the bar.
Upon arriving to the bar, Jiraiya nodded with the bar tender who let the sannin pass. Soon after, Jiraiya found the booth where his old friend Tsunade, another of the legendary sannin, sat waiting for him with some sake.
"Well, you're late as usual," Tsunade drank some sake.
"Nice to see you too," Jiraiya sat down.
"Doing some 'research' I take it," said Tsunade sarcastically.
"Yep, you know me too well," Jiraiya grinned.
"You're really sick minded ya know that!"
"Not as sick as whoever came up with this," Jiraiya pulled out the death note and gave to Tsunade. Tsunade inspected the notebook and scanned the instructions inside. Then she broke out in laughter. "Ha! This looks like something Orochimaru would try to create."
"Yeah," Jiraiya chuckled, "a notebook that can kill people by writing their name."
"And if you write down how they die it'll happen. Pff, yeah right."
"Oh I assure you, the death note is very real," said a raspberry voice. The sannin turned and jumped to see none other than Ryuk.
"Who are you," Tsunade yelped.
"I'm Ryuk, a shinigami visible only to those who touch the death note."
"So, did you come here to get it back," Jiraiya asked quietly so no one else would hear.
"No, I'm just following the death note's new owner until that person is done with it or until they die," Ryuk replied. Jiraiya grabbed the notebook then put his index finger on his chin. The sannin thought it over.
"So since I picked it up first, I'm the new owner," he said.
"Correct," the shinigami pointed to the pervy sage, "so I'm following you." Tsunade raised an eyebrow," can that thing really kill someone?"
"Sure can."
"Maybe we should discuss this somewhere else," suggested Jiraiya.
"Yeah," Tsunade agreed. So the old geezers headed over to Tsunade's private office. Ryuk followed closely behind them. Both of the sannin were curious as to why this strange creature was giving them something of his.
When the two shinobi entered Tsunade's office, Tsunade quickly locked the door so as not to be disturbed. Jiraiya took out the death note and a pen from his vest.
"Think we should test it," Jiraiya asked opening the notebook.
"I don't think so," Tsunade answered, "I couldn't live with destroying an innocent life."
"So try it out on a criminal," Ryuk suggested, "after all, the world could do without them."
"Yeah, that sounds reasonable," said Jiraiya.
"I don't know," said Tsunade full of doubt.
"Look Tsunade, this stupid thing probably won't work anyway, and if it does…well, then there'll be one less scumbag to worry about." Tsunade thought it over.
"Okay," she finally said, "but only on a criminal." The pervy sage grinned as he opened the notebook.
"Good, I know the perfect test subject." As Jiraiya wrote in the death note, Tsunade unlocked her door to avoid suspicion. After writing a name, Jiraiya stashed the notebook and his pen back in his vest. Tsunade approached the pervy sage.
"Whose name did you write," she asked.
"Mizuki's," Jiraiya answered.
"Good choice."
"I don't know why we're getting so worked up, it'll never work."
"Exactly."
"Mizuki will live and everything will be fine," Jiraiya laughed.
"You're right," Tsunade laughed back.
"Don't count on it," the shinigami chuckled.
Suddenly, a member of the anbu black ops appeared before the sannin.
"Lady Hokage," the black op said, "Mizuki just dropped dead." Then the sannin grew bug-eyed.
"How did this happen," cried Tsunade.
"He died of a heart attack."
"Thank you for notifying me. Jiraiya and I will plan a funeral for him. Now get back to work," Tsunade shoved the black op out the door. Jiraiya quickly pulled out the death note again.
"Do you know what this means," Tsunade screamed.
"The death note is real," said Jiraiya in shock.
"You bet it is," Ryuk grinned. The sannin just starred at the notebook, realizing that they had the deadliest weapon in the world at their fingertips.