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 The Shinigami Realm 

 "Do you even REALIZE what you've done?! Because of what you did, the others are starting to throw their away too! There are SIX Death Notes in the human world now and one crazy little girl has USED hers! She's killed two people and I'm SURE there will be more to come! Ryuk had to go down there and find the human who started all this and he damn near had a heart attack when he noticed a God of Death in his nurse's room! What were you trying to start?!" Mishido yelled as Glius cowered behind a rotting tree. Nothing is alive in the Shinigami Realm. 

 The King was so angry when he found out he had punished everyone. Mishido was still having nightmares after THAT. Glius had always been the trouble maker of the bunch, never following orders, taking the opposite side from everyone else on issues and never failing to have his own opinion on EVERY subject no matter how flawed it may be. he caused trouble more often than ANYONE wanted to deal with but it's not like they could kill him so. . . They had to deal. 

 No one knew what to do about the Death Note situation. Originally, no one thought the humans would ever figure out what the Note actually was, or how to use it. Let alone the courage to test it after they got past all that. One girl had killed her own BROTHER for God's sake! Mishido wandered over to prop himself against the rotting tree. It creaked in protest under his massive weight. He sighed and told Glius to come out from behind the tree. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw one of Glius's arms  reveal itself and he walked hurriedly as if trying not to get too close to Mishido for fear of being hit. 

 Mishido put his hand over his eyes and tilted his head back to let the dusty breeze cool his chest. "This is bound to have future consequences. These humans have more wit than we thought, not to mention, scores to settle. Hate is the most common trait of the human after all. . ." They sat in silence, neither of them saying a word, Glius realizing the weight of his mistake. 

 Oddessa Collette: Meeting the Strange Boy 

 Oddessa looked behind her as the boy opened the door to make sure no one was watching. She pushed gently past him into the small, cramped nurse's office. In a hushed voice she leaned in towards the boy and asked "Are you okay? I heard about your. . . incident in the cafeteria." Realizing this was a rather odd question to be asking at the moment, she decided she would instead ask him what he had been looking at. "What were you looking at by the way? I've noticed that since Gregg died, everyone has been looking over their shoulders like they're next on a hit list or something." She looked up at him with calm yet questioning eyes and tried not to make herself sound like a two year old that wanted to know everything her mother was doing at every second. She took another survey of the room, completely oblivious to the giant creature standing right in front of her smiling and trying not to laugh at her ignorance. She wondered what the nurse would think if she found Oddessa in here with the boy. Would she think. . . THAT? She put it out of her mind. She would be leaving shortly. 

 Somewhere else in the school, the national news channel showing from the flat screen TV hanging on the wall was broadcasting the death of a criminal on trial for 3 counts of murder. It seemed that he had suddenly died of a heart attack. The loved ones of his murdered family cheered in relief, feeling as though he had gotten what he deserved and the student watching cheered as well, thankful for some sense of justice after their recent tragedy. For a split second, they felt as though someone was watching out for the good of mankind. The students glanced up at the screen or stopped completely to watch the story, some not caring if they were late for class. An aggressive boy shoved past the standing people muttering under his breath about how stupid everyone was, desperately trying to get to class even though he didn't really care. The announcement would cause him to look up at the screen with panicked surprise. 

 A quiet house on the outskirts of town was violently interrupted by the shrill scream of a teenage girl. Her mother rushed to her daughter's room to find her curled up on the ground clutching her chest. She was barely breathing and the woman screamed for her husband to call 911 but it was too late. They had no idea what had done this. Just then, their house phone rang. As the girl's mother cried on the ground over her dead child, the man of the house answered the phone with a flat, dejected tone. "Hello? Desmond household." He cringed in pain as he heard the girl's voice on the other end ask for his daughter. He informed the girl of the event that had just happened. . . What was it? 60 seconds ago? Yes. "Exactly a minute ago, she had a heart attack." After hearing a gasp from the other end, the dial tone sounded indicating that she had hung up. A single tear escaped the father's eye as he went into his daughter's room and sank to the floor next to his sobbing wife. The school would find out the next day. As if they needed any more deaths. . .
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