Hello! Thanks for clicking. This is a Fan fiction that popped into my head while seeing the series and a drawing Takeshi Obata did of his first sketch of Ryuk. Since then, my head hasn't left me alone. So here it is. I hope you like it as you read. Corrections are more than welcomed!


I

Fallen

Prologue

Her heart wasn't a muscle anymore. If she pleased, she could rip it out and let it fall to a thousand pieces in the ground. It felt more like a rock after that appalling and dreadful call that ruined her world and changed her life…

Light was dead.

Steamy tears opened their way out of her eyes and down her cheeks like a flooding river, ruining the mascara that she putted on with so much care for Light. Since that miserable moment Misa's world crushed down, leaving her like a lifeless being wondering the world.

When Light died, Misa also did.

And at that roof top were she could see the whole city beneath her, that city in which she came to meet him, Light, the man of her life, her love…Now was rotten without him, filthy and empty. It was so nostalgic that it was aching being there in the town were he once breathed and lived and interacted. She couldn't take it anymore.

When she said she couldn't live a world without Light she meant it. It was like walking without half your body. She was all alone now, without parents, or Light…that on that morning she decided that she would give herself on a freefall that would led her back to Light.

With the avenue bellow the tip of her shoes she closed her eyes and took one last taste of the air of the city, before the violent shock of the fall would leave her breathless. She didn't need valor to get up to this moment; she just needed to remember that Light could be waiting for her at the other side. The thought of Light encouraged her.

She was about to take one step into the abyss when something fell flat beside her and she jerked her eyes open. In that spot it was difficult to move so she turned her head around slowly.

A black notebook lay on the floor beside her. She frowned. Its presence was puzzling. It lay all alone, strange and right beside her. It seemed as if it stared right back at her. Chills went down her spine at gazing it. There was something odd about its black cover and thin pages, as if some evil was craving inside of it, waiting to be opened and set free. And what creped her out the most was its entrance. There was no one on that roof top but her. She checked for anyone beside her, but she saw no one. She gazed back at the notebook. In her position, it was pointless wondering those kind of things, but, where did it come from?

Was it there for something? Did it fall from a plane? Was it from a bird that flew by while carrying it and lost its grip?

Was it a sign? A message from her beloved? Was he trying to make contact from the other world?

At that thought she reconsidered the notebook and stared at it. There was no other explanation for it. Why else had it fallen in that place on a time like that?

And just like that, the girl that was about to commit suicide, walked over the new curiosity on the floor. But when she was about to bend to pick it up a hard thump startled her and made her scream.

A slender man had fallen beside her, facedown with black wardrobe and hair. One of his arms laid under his forehead as the other stretched out. It looked like a corpse to Misa. It was as if she'd just faced a crime scene in front of her eyes. She covered her mouth in horror, stepping back. Was someone watching her and trying to stop her to suicide with a trick? Was it really a message from Light?

At that, the man moaned. Misa froze dead. He was alive!

He lifted his head with effort but once he did he began to cough and pant, like a man that almost drowned. Misa was motionless as the man tried once again to lift himself from the floor by using his arms, but failed again. And after that, he didn't move anymore. Misa stared shock at the young man, bewildered, too afraid to move and ruin the crime scene and too startled to speak. But after long minutes, her senses were calmed enough for her to react. Misa slowly walked onto the man.

Misa build up enough courage to poke him and shake him. But after no response she decided to pull his shoulder to face him up. Once she did, Misa gasped. He was like a fallen angel!

It was the most beautiful face she had seen…since Light.

Shinigami Realm

That world was so vain. Its silence, its weather, its people, its peace…it was all sickening.

After returning from the Human Realm, the Shinigami World seemed so surreal to Ryuk. The concept of activity did not exist there. No wind twisted around. No apple trees survived. No rain fell. No motion took place. Just the same gambling other shinigami did to spend the worthless eternity they had. Everything was just as the same as Ryuk had left it.

By just imagining how things would continue on as they were forever made him anxious. What else would he do to spend the time he had left of his life spam? Would he just sit over a mountain of shinigamis' skulls beaten by death and time for the rest of his existence?

In such occasions he didn't seem so far away from the bones and skulls he sat on. As a matter of fact, suicide was more attractive than the idea of living on a place like that forever.

But then again, he'll miss apples so much that he would discard the idea at the end.

And that was how Ryuk had no option but to move from place to place, on the search for a new spot to sit, or a new rock to throw. Other Shinigami's that saw him asked about his trip down on the Human World or didn't bother and ignored him just as Ryuk ignored them. In either of them, Ryuk shared nothing about his experience, for he found it too tiresome and he wanted to keep it for himself as long as he had the fresh memory.

A day hadn't passed since he had returned when Ryuk was all the shinigami around the area talked about. Zellogi, that had seen it all through a hole, was the most inclined to the conversation. He replied that on Ryuk's stay he had spent a few years being a woman's pet, which, in his opinion, was very attractive and very fond of Ryuk.

Other shinigami's at hearing that stared laughing, "A woman? Fond of Ryuk? Give me a break! He's a disaster of a face! How can a woman look that?"

"Well, human seem to be very desperate when it comes to attractions…Who knew?"

"HA! But did you actually saw something, or are you just making it up again?"

"No. Not this time." Zellogi assured, "She actually hugged Ryuk once"

The shinigamis burst out laughing, "No way!"

They're laughter spread all through the realm; however they never reached Ryuk's ears. At that moment the shinigami finally founded a place to sit. He stared at the new view of the valley, filled with mist and a grey sky. It was better than nothing.

He began to pick up skulls and throw them down the hill; just to watch were would they fall and how the trail of dust they left behind disappeared. At the third skull another shinigami walked onto him.

"Ryuk", he called.

"…What now?" Ryuk moaned, knowing that visit wasn't to say hello.

The shinigami's name was Nu. It was rare for him to be addressing Ryuk. He was a very powerful shinigami, the second after the King of Death himself. The reason of why he got there never past through his mind. For the past hours he has been what everyone has been talking about lately, it was no wonder he came in person.

But his reply wasn't what Ryuk expected it to be, "The king has summoned you"

Ryuk turned his head, "Huh? Why?"

"Don't play around. You know why."

"No. I don't actually. I'm quite busy right now you know" Ryuk threw another skull but it broke before it could roll down, "Blast."

"Ryuk, I'm serious. The old man doesn't like to wait."

"Why not? He's got all eternity." Ryuk laughed, "Why does he want to see me anyway. Can't you tell him that I'm busy?"

"It's not a suggestion Ryuk. The King has sent me here to apprehend you"

Ryuk was startled and turned his head around slowly. His face was like a mask that never left its smile away, but at that moment his eyes were working out in a sly frown.

Nu nodded, "Now you understand, do you? The Notes…The King knows about them."

Ryuk didn't reply. His brain tried to work out a way out of that situation, but, he had seen this day coming anyway, since he succeeded in fooling the Old geezer in order to obtain another Death Note he knew very well the consequences if the Old Hag found out about his mischief. However, after all those adventures in the human world, Ryuk couldn't deny that, caught or not, it had been all worth it, even if it only lasted for a while. After all everything had a price.

"Apprehend me, huh?" he finally said, just to keep on track reality, "That means I'm in trouble…"

"More than you can imagine" Nu giggled. Shinigami like him founded it amusing seeing others fall into the claws of punishment. It made their day after all.

The King was a big mass suspended from chains. Its presence had always been overwhelming, like facing a thousand years of existence materialized. When Ryuk faced the King a whole line of shinigamis stood behind him, staring as an audience, but, compared to the King's presence, the audience was nothing but walls.

Armonia Justin was close by the King, as his right hand, but Ryuk never minded him.

Even do the King of Death was all capable of handing problems swiftly and was presumed to be immortal, he despised talking to lower class shinigami because it felt like a waste of time.

"Ryuk…" the King's voice was a dreary hiss, "You know why you are here in front of me?"

"I can guess…but you only know …"

"Scum…" he snarled, "I do not like playing around. The possession of a second Death Note must pass through me. Foolish dimwit…"

"But, It wasn't that bad what I did. I was too bored and I needed some fun you know…to kick things up a notch-"

"Do not think your actions would go unnoticed." His voice was turning loud, aggressive, "I have already decided what your punishment shall be…"

"Punishment?" Ryuk echoed, as if he had never herd that word before.

The crowd behind Ryuk chortled. He looked around him, puzzled. Was all of this all ready set up?

If the King had muscles to move, he would've smiled at saying, "You'll know when you get there. Be gone"

Before Ryuk could utter any words in response, the earth beneath him shook. A crack opened beside his toes, and, from it, a hand burst out from it, grabbing Ryuk by the ankle. He tried in vain to shake it off when another hand got a strong grip at his other leg, and another at his knee. Then, the three hands began to push him down forcibly and Ryuk didn't try to fight himself free. Struggling against the King's will was fatuous and not like him. He was aware of the kinds of punishment the King made the shinigami who broke his codes subdue, and at his place it wasn't convenient for him to struggle. It was imminent. There was no turning back.

Things will get a little bit interesting…But how long will the fun last?

More hands appeared from the ground and pulled him down. The floor beneath Ryuk swallowed him and the Shinigamis around him ascended. When the floor was at the level of his chest he wondered what will be waiting for him down below.

The shinigami ascended more and more until the earth covered Ryuk completely.

He thought about pain and how it would feel like when the hands that were pulling him down, suddenly released him. Before he could even wonder why, a whirl pool sucked him. Its wind lashed like a storm. It was like falling, except that he couldn't see anything.

Then a wave of energy came rushing to him, involving him in steaming light…what came next was like crashing into water: empty sensation of losing weight and speed…he felt his body lighter and cold…

His limbs went numb as a stroke of wind slapped his face. A city came rushing to him before everything went dark.

Down below, a pop idol had her hands over her chest and her eyes closed as her blond hair flapped gracefully with the wind.

Her heart wasn't a muscle anymore. If she pleased, she could rip it out and let it fall to a thousand pieces in the ground. It felt more like a rock after that appalling and dreadful call that ruined her world and changed her life…

Light was dead.

Steamy tears opened their way out of her eyes and down her cheeks like a flooding river, ruining the mascara that she putted on with so much care for Light. Since that miserable moment Misa's world crushed down, leaving her like a lifeless being wondering the world.

When Light died, Misa also did.

And at that roof top were she could see the whole city beneath her, that city in which she came to meet him, Light, the man of her life, her love…Now was rotten without him, filthy and empty. It was so nostalgic that it was aching being there in the town were he once breathed and lived and interacted. She couldn't take it anymore.

When she said she couldn't live a world without Light she meant it. It was like walking without half your body. She was all alone now, without parents, or Light…that on that morning she decided that she would give herself on a freefall that would led her back to Light.

With the avenue bellow the tip of her shoes she closed her eyes and took one last taste of the air of the city, before the violent shock of the fall would leave her breathless. She didn't need valor to get up to this moment; she just needed to remember that Light could be waiting for her at the other side. The thought of Light encouraged her.

She was about to take one step into the abyss when something fell flat beside her and she jerked her eyes open. In that spot it was difficult to move so she turned her head around slowly.

A black notebook lay on the floor beside her. She frowned. Its presence was puzzling. It lay all alone, strange and right beside her. It seemed as if it stared right back at her. Chills went down her spine at gazing it. There was something odd about its black cover and thin pages, as if some evil was craving inside of it, waiting to be opened and set free. And what creped her out the most was its entrance. There was no one on that roof top but her. She checked for anyone beside her, but she saw no one. She gazed back at the notebook. In her position, it was pointless wondering those kinds of things, but, where did it come from?

Was it there for something? Did it fall from a plane? Was it from a bird that flew by while carrying it and lost its grip?

Was it a sign? A message from her beloved? Was he trying to make contact from the other world?

At that thought she reconsidered the notebook and stared at it. There was no other explanation for it. Why else had it fallen in that place on a time like that?

And just like that, the girl that was about to commit suicide, walked over the new curiosity on the floor. But when she was about to bend to pick it up a hard thump startled her and made her scream.

A slender man had fallen beside her, facedown with black wardrobe and hair. One of his arm laid under his forehead as the other stretched out. It looked like a corpse to Misa. It was as if she'd just faced a crime scene in front of her eyes. She covered her mouth in horror, stepping back. Was someone watching her and trying to stop her to suicide with a trick? Was it really a message from Light?

At that, the man moaned. Misa froze dead. He was alive!

He lifted his head with effort but once he did he began to cough and pant, like a man that almost drowned. Misa was motionless as the man tried once again to lift himself from the floor by using his arms, but failed again. And after that, he didn't move anymore. Misa stared shock at the young man, bewildered, too afraid to move and ruin the crime scene and too startled to speak. But after long minutes, her senses were calmed enough for her to react. Misa slowly walked onto the man.

Misa build up enough courage to poke him and shake him. But after no response she decided to pull his shoulder to face him up. Once she did, Misa gasped. He was like a fallen angel!

It was the most beautiful face she had seen…since Light.

It was so clean and soft. Black leaks of hair fell over his closed eye lids like claws. Misa saw something beautiful in them without knowing what lay under those closed lids.

Who was he? Where did he come from? Did Light send him to her or…?

Was he Light?

Light.

Her heart burned at that thought, and the puzzlement towards the strange young man transformed into curiosity. Misa felt an insipid desire to touch his cheek, just at the idea of Light…What if he was Light? What if instead of her meeting him, he came to met her? And if that was true, was that a desperate sign to prevent her from killing herself?

Her heart melted. The tips of her fingers came closer and closer to his face. She drew in her breath when her fingers reached his cheek…

The man's eyes snap open.

Misa jumped back, gasping. He sat on the floor abruptly, panting (although he didn't know how he did it). The pop star froze on place as the man took his palm to his head and his chest went up and down. All her questions suddenly disappeared at seeing him, so scared and shocked. It seems as if he just got out of the water. Could this really be Light? No. His hands were longer; his skin seemed so pale that if she leaned closer to him she could see his veins. And that hair…it was dark violet and greasy. This couldn't be Light. Or was Light reborn into another body?

The young man groaned, "What the hell was all that?" she managed to hear.

But quickly after that, the guy gasped, and brought closer his palms to his face with round eyes. Misa took his surprise as a joke: who would see his hands like if they were made out of whoopee cushion bags? But when he noticed his chest and his legs in shock, Amane realized he wasn't fooling around. He was really, really surprised, as if he had never seen himself before. But things got stranger when he looked up at her, searching for reference. His face was so amazed and so childish that Misa remembered calling him a fallen angel.

He was back to the Human Realm. And that was Misa. And this was a human body.

So, was this his punishment? Becoming a human? A real, air breathing and heart beating human?

This was what the King came up to? This was his big judgment? Making him live with the humans a little bit longer?

At that, Ryuk sort of felt relieved for it. He expected something more involving big knives, chains and black tools of torture. But this was nothing compared to those bloody utensils, so why did the King brought him there? Did he really expect that this was a hell version for Ryuk? That a stay inside this human body would make him experiment something worse than the slow process knives took to cut his arms open?

Fool. What a fool.

This was exactly what he wanted, another new reason to escape that lousy world of his where there was nothing to expect. It was a favor to Ryuk rather than a punishment.

But…what an odd coincidence that in the very place he landed she was there. Of all the humans he met in his stay, did it have to be her?

Misa was frozen in place, too shy to move, to frighten to speak. By that reaction Ryuk supposed she didn't recognize him, reassuring his human state. How did he look like to Misa? Did he had the same face as a shinigami but in a human version or was he as good looking as Light?

Ryuk couldn't tell even if he took his fingers to his soft face.

"Did Light send you?"

Ryuk raised his eyes to her, "What?"

Misa drew her breath, "Light…He send you to me…Did he send you to me?"

Unbelievable. Did she lose her senses in so little time? Where humans so burnable to insanity with just a little crack? Was Misa that weak to pain and death?

Then Ryuk barked out in laughter. The human girl stared at him the same, without giving a shock at his sudden burst of laughter of the guy, "You think that Light send me here to you?!" he exclaimed holding his stomach when he felt his laughter increase and transform into an agonizing massage to his gut. He couldn't believe the fantasy the human's brains created just to protect itself from tormenting truth and how little time it needed to trigger its creation. So smart and powerful was the brain and still so envious and stupid. How could they skip a truth when it wasn't a rock to walk around from? The truth has no escape, because the truth wasn't made for it to be shadowed. It would all lead to it at the end. When he quit on laughing, he was out of breath, although he asked himself of how he's new lungs got the ability to even work. As he panted he got on to his feet, clearing his eyes from water.

He looked back at Misa, "What if I say yes?"

Misa's eyes widened, "You…!"

"I haven't said anything yet." Ryuk interjected, "I just said, what if."

Amane stared at him thoughtfully. If he were sent by Light, it meant that he was staring from above, looking out for her. She wanted it to be true, but…What if he was lying?

"Are you an impostor?"

"What? Why would I be?" it was warming all up to him, he saw this too easy, "I know that your name is Misa Amane and that you and Light Yagami were together working for the police…or should I say arrested?"

"Arrested?" she asked puzzled, "How-?"

"What if I say yes to your question?" Ryuk repeated, "What if Light did sent me here from another world, to tell you to continue his legacy as Kira?"

Misa gasped, "Kira?"

The guy giggled, "You don't remember do you?"

Amane opened her mouth to say something but nothing came out.

Kira. Was this guy serious? Should she ever consider listen to what that stranger was saying? Kira. Ryuzaki had always accused Light to be him but he never founded evidence. Kira. Had Light really been Kira? Had Ryuzaki been right all this time?

"What's your name?"

Ryuk opened his mouth to answer but something hit him. If he told her his real name it would mean that he could be exposed as a shinigami that turned into a human. That won't be any fun at all. If he was going to play a game…he needed a nickname. A new name for the new game.

But what would it be? It couldn't be just any name. It had to be something he identified himself with so that he wouldn't have any regrets when she gets accostumed to it further on. Yes, the bad thing about a self-given name was how easy it was for other names to pop out of no where much cooler than the one you gave yourself with.

"What's wrong? You don't have one?"

Ryuk suddenly felt stressed. He had to hold on to the conversation, but he needed a name quickly.

He thought about his time with Light and the video games he used to let him play just to distract the bored shinigami while he studied.

"It's Mario" he answered.

Misa tilted her head to a side, "Huh? Mario?"

Ryuk hesitated, thinking about withdrawing it but…nothing else popped into his head, "Yes, Mario."

Misa stared at him humming, "I think I've heard that name before but I don't remember where…."

It was better not to give her a clue of where it came from, "Well, a lot of huma- I mean, people has it. It's a common name in the U.S."

"So you're a foreigner?"

"Light sent me here, remember?"

"…Oh. Right."

Misa turned on her heels and bend to pick up the black notebook that lay on the floor behind her. Ryuk thought about her memories but he relaxed. That wasn't the notebook she used back then so the memories won't come back. Misa stretched it out to him, "I think this is yours Mario"

Ryuk stared at her, "You're giving it to me?"

Misa blinked thoughtful, "Well, yeah…It's yours after all…"

The shinigami that turned to human felt puzzled. Should he take it or not? Well, she was giving it to him, she wasn't handing out her ownership, she was just giving it to him, as in lending, because from the very moment it touched the earth and she touched it, it was hers.

She stretched out his human pale hand to grab it when Misa gasped and her eyes turned white. Ryuk froze. Misa gasped again when she looked back at him dazzled. When her eyes lowered she recognized the notebook on her hands.

It was a black leathered notebook, light by its few pages but heavy in intellectual power. On its forehead, silver carved letters smiled back at her: Death Note.

She remembered it. She remembered that notebook. She remembered Kira, the shinigamis, life spams and the power of death…

She was the Second Kira along with Light they intended to create an ideal world. But then she remembered Light's death: the fall of Kira and his dream to clean the world of evil. A tear fell over her cheek. Everything was gone. All his years of struggle, gone. Thanks to the Police. Thanks to N.

"I remember…"

Ryuk frowned, "Huh?"

Misa looked up at him, "I remember this Death Note, and Kira, and the shinigamis. Everything! It was all Light's plan wasn't it? He sent you here to make me remember? Did he?"

Ryuk was speechless. This wasn't supposed to happen. That wasn't Misa's Death Note; the Death Note Rem gave to her. It was Light's. How could her memories come back when it hadn't any memory of her?

"All this time I thought Light abandoned me…But I guess that with you here, he's trying to tell me to continue his work as Kira."

It wasn't part of the plan but, Ryuk had to admit that it sure was falling to place by itself, "Yes."

"Mario."

Ryuk felt odd at that. He needed to get accustomed to his new game name, "What is it?"

"Will you join me to finish what Light started?"

He giggled, foreseeing the game already moving. Now it was his turn to be a living protagonist of it.

"That's why I'm here." He lied.


Thanks so much for reading this! I will publish the secong chapter when the proofreading and the revising is finished! Please be patient!