Two Shinigami stand at the vortex that leads from their world to the human realm. "It's so boring here, and all the humans have grown to be bland." "Then why don't we change their little game." "Good Idea, this should be fun." The two drop their spare death notes through the vortex and watch as they land in two different areas of a large city. The question is, who will pick them up.

Quincy Johnson

Another slow day at Hank's, the computer fixer shop that also has a nasty ability to hide a sleeper virus just for the fun of it. The shop is ran and owned by Hank, aka Quincy Johnson aka Queue, a name that has spread around the back corners of the interwebs as a guy that can and has broke into any computer of his choosing without any warnings. Although mostly done with illegal means, Queue has helped local and government solve many cases by turning phones and computers into cameras and mikes, as well as retrieving files. Queue also prides himself on his reasoning and deduction skills, though he yet to get people to ask for his intellectual input. but today, was just like any other day, full of sitting at the counter, waiting for a customer and thinking of ways to get into the detective business.

It's amazing that the amount of news that happens in the world every day always just exactly fits the newspaper.

A rich white mansion stands glaringly above a neighborhood, with elegant white pillars holding it up and golden outlined roofs, a beautiful red wooden door, and then

Woosh!, Slam! the door flies open, revealing two muscular body guards wearing jet black tuxedos, the exact same color as they're sunglasses and one dude stood out among the crew, a person with a notebook in his right hand and a pencil in the other,

and a blue cheap tuxedo, was actually being carried out by one of the more stronger of the body guards, and was literally thrown out of the door like a man throwing away trash, sending the poor blue-tuxedo dude flying into the concrete of a neatly paved sidewalk, now with a tiny red spot were the blue-tux's nose made contact with

the young man getting up, picking up his notebook and pencil which happened to neatly land near him, wiping his nose off with his right hand, cleaning off a bit of the crimson blood that was spilled when he hit the ground,

Next time can you be a bit more gentle please? He yelled out to the guards but however they just slammed the door, another day another broken nose The person thought, My names Haru takumi and I happened to take a job as a newspaper reporter ha, a lot like a pseudo paparazzi, Why am I thinking this? its not like anyone is going to hear me

the blood was cleaned off of his nose and he grabbed his stuff, the notebook he had had a page ripped off of it, Well...that was all for nuffin' He thought with a smile on his face, he loved his job, even if it put his noses medical condition in jeopardy

Haru Takumi looked up, the sky looked like fifty shades of grey, with grey and greyer clouds marking the dark sky, it was late midnight, one of the funniest times for a News Inquisition which Haru Takumi liked to do, Every week he spent planning on cool ways together news stories, most of them put peoples privacy in jeopardy, and his nose too

it was late midnight, Haru Takumi decided to head home, but whats that? Haru noticed something in the sky, He looked close at it, is that a book? He thought, he would love to go after it but it was miles away, probably somewhere on someones roof, but it would most likely be in the same place at the morning, Another good and cheap news story

Haru looked at the sidewalk and walked down it, too the direction of his house where he would plan something,

after a couple minutes of walking he noticed a computer store..infact it wasn't just any computer store. It was a quite infamous one, home to some hacker dude who occasionally helped catch criminals, Haru did a news Inquisition on it once, he found some pretty cool stuff/

he walked to the glass doors and opened them,

looking at the big place of technologoy, He had no idea what he was doing there, But hell.. he would figure out a reason he was there

What a bore, Henna though. Life is such a bore. With racism, hate, general douche-baggery, and money. It's never changed and it never will. My little sisters are gather info for our squad. Sadly they can't do very much else. I'm always the one stuck doing the heavy lifting. So what more can I say. Total bore.
"Henna! Henna! Look," Übel and Blatt shouted as they ran towards Henna. They handed her a file with her new identity in it. Like usual Henna was going undercover. And like always, she was prepared.

Henna opened up the file and read it. Making sure to nite everything about the woman she was going to be. Her personality. Siblings. Religion. Everything. Henna had to be perfect. A flawed undercover agent could spell death and failure. Which was why Henna was on. She was the best at going undercover. She never broke cover. She took a personality and she stuck to it. With an almost unbreakable focus. That's just how Henna did her job and Übel and Blatt were a great help with that too. They were great at gathering information. Great at crafting Henna's new personalities and stories. They wrote the script and Henna acted it out.

Quincy Johnson

"Ah, Welcome..." Quincy looked up when he heard the door open and was surprised that people came in this late in the night.{Maybe I should invest in an 'hours of operation' sign. Oh wait it's that reporter dude... Tak, Takai, Takamishi was it? Anywho, it's always fun to get paid to mess with people's computers.} "What can I do you for this time? Come to let an old american fix your stuff? I always thought the Japanese were good with computers, but then again, here's Hank..." He was sure he might have hit a few broken chords with the guy by saying that racial stuff, but it was his fault for coming in after midnight, smack dab in the middle of his 'I dun car' attitude. Quincy saved his new projects he was working on and shut down his personal laptop to give his customer his full attention, like a good manager should.

Haru Takumi

Haru walked into the store, he actually forgotten the reason why he was here..and then a crippling remembrance happened, He left his laptop in that Rich celebs house, He was going to use his computer as a hacking device to hack into anyones computer, breaking through they're entire privacy and generating a awesome news story on whatever crazy stuff he found

But however the computer was probably being smashed at the moment,

Well atleast I can buy a new one here he thought, and walked up towards the counter with the semi-racist dude, Haru Scratched the back of his head

My Laptop kinda gotten destroyed a while ago, Uhhmm do you happen to sell any good laptops here? he asked the dude, he didn't exactly care that he was racist, he wasn't going to stick around long, anyways he already did a whole news inquisition on this guy, his store was just a front for him to hack,

Oh yeah, also a laptop without a million virus's in it too! He told the shopkeeper, notifying him that he knew the dude was a hacking arsehole, but he helped out Haru alot with hacking other peoples computers so it didn't really matter.

Rukiake was merely walking down the street, then she glanced in the window of a bookstore. For some reason she was drawn to this place. She began to peek through the window, scanning the books on the self. Letting her curiosity take over she walked in. Before her stood a glass case with a black book inside. Rukiake walked up to the case and examined the book through the glass. "How much for this book?" she asked the clerk. "Umm, that's not.." She then became irritated. "I asked how much?" she said, with a dark tone. The clerk then rushed to the case and opened it. "Just take it, I don't want that forsaken book in here." Rukiake smirked and took the book, she then turned to walk out. "Be careful." Te clerk said right as Rukiake walked out the door.

The swung open and gave off a little ring from a bell as Flippy left the music store with a bag full of goodies. Flippy was making his way home which wasn't that far, but it wasn't too short of a walk. He passed the computer shop which was still open. Flippy gave a quick peak through the window seeing the shop owner talking to a customer. It wasn't anything too fantastic or interesting so Flippy kept walking and turned his attention back to where he was walking.

After a bit of walking Flippy had to stop and set down his bag just so he can try and find his phone. While he was busy trying to find it he didn't notice something fell from nowhere and land in his bag. After finally finding his phone in one of his pockets Flippy grabbed his bag sent out a quick text and continued his way home.

When he reached home Flippy saw everyone was out so he just went straight to his room. After closing the door Flippy jumped onto his bed and quickly started to go through his bag full of goodies from the music shop. He had bought some albums from his favorite music groups, an orange and an apple, and a magazine. But after Flippy lifted up the magazine he saw something else, a black notebook. He reached his hand in and grabbed the notebook flipping it over to see if their was a title to it. "Death Note? I don't remember getting this..." he said to himself, and opening to the first page. "Rules write the name of someone and they will die. If the cause of death is not written within forty seconds then the victim will die of a heart attack, and if a cause of death is written you have six minutes to write any specifics. You must have the face of the person in your head as you write their name or it won't work." Flippy read to himself. Being too tired Flippy just put the notebook in his book bag and just tried going to sleep hoping this is just an illusion from not getting much sleep.

Rukiake began to study the black book she had just received. As she opened it the page read. "Deathnote." Under the title had a list. "Rules write the Name of someone and they will die, include the time of death and the date. If you do not state how they die, your victim will suffer a heart attack. For this to work correctly, you need to envision the person's face in your head that you are trying to kill." Rukiake became intrigued by this book. "Well I need to see if this works." She said to herself as she made her way home.

Quincy Johnson

Heh, right. Well if you want cheep, I have a CyberTech Systems' model from last year. Or you could go with the Maelstrom 500, if you don't mind paying a bit more. It just came out last month. They both have an integrated web cam and mic of roughly the same level, but the Maelstrom comes with a free 1-year subscription of internet calling and can, quote, 'survive a maelstrom of a drop'. As for viruses, I suggest you visit a lot of torrent sites. You never know what all you can pick up there." Of course, the majority of Hank's computers came pre-installed with his virus, which doubles as a hidden anti-virus, so he could check in on his customer's doings when bored as well as beat the competing hackers and trouble makers in the field.

As she walked into her house, Rukiake threw her beg to the side and she sat down at her desk and turned on her computer. She then took the Deathnote from her bag and set it on her desk, opening it. "So if this is the Deathnote, where is my Shinigami?" she asked herself, feeling that the Deathnte wasn't really the Deathnote, just a black book. "Humph, figures."

Flippy while in the middle of one of his trip dreams (basically if you get high and start tripping hard) woke up because he needed to use the restroom. His vision was blurred for a few seconds until everything start to become clearer, and that's when he saw a girl at the end of his bed. She had long blueish grey hair and was wearing some sort of black and grey outfit, but she also had wings. She did nothing just starring at him. Flippy didn't dare say anything for a while there was a long silence until the girl began speak softly. "Hello I'm Shini and I'm the shinigami of the death note you found." Flippy was at a lost for words, but he had to say something. "I'm Flippy and I guess I have your notebook..." Flippy got up and walked over to his back pack, and grabbed the note book.

Have you already read the rules? Shini asked, and Flippy replied yes. With the note book in hands Flippy left his room and made his way to the kitchen, and no one was still home. Looking over his shoulder every now and then Flippy could see Shini following him all the way. Flippy set the notebook down on the counter, and opened the fridge hoping to find something good. He found a bowl of grapes and pulled them out. When he shut the fridge door he saw a note addressed to him. "Flippy we will be out of town for a while maybe a long while, but in the mean time while we're gone your sister will be looking after you she'll be there some time tomorrow. Love you, Mom and Dad. Flippy and Shini were just starring at each other for a little bit until Flippy turned on the tv in the kitchen. He was eating the grapes until he passed out from being so tired."Well this was an interesting first meet hopefully when you wake up our next one goes better. Shini said while looking at the sleeping sixteen year old.

Haru

Haru pretty much forgotten about the whole Computer-Virus Thing and immediately pulled out his wallet, Taking out a large sum of money. holding the cash in front of him to give it to the shopkeeper.

Just take my money! He exclaimed, that computer was awesome and of course, he wanted it, a million viruses or not