In the world of the dead, four Shinigami are discussing thier boredom.
"There's never quite enough to do..." Kyouri muttered, her lengthy, bony claws dancing over her Death Note.
"I know! I can't stand it anymore!" Watana agreed, her angelic wings dancing in the air as she paced. She peered over the edge of the realm, looking down on the human world.
"You speak the truth," Katsudai grumbled lowly. He adjusted his heavy armor over his skeletel frame.
"What say we have a little fun, then?" Noboru whispered with a smile. "Let's say we 'lost' our Death Notes..." his voice trailed.
The others leaned back, intrigued. Kyouri scrathced her head, parting her long hair. "Interesting. Go on..."
"Four humans would have them, correct? Maybe we let them stir thing up on their planet? What if they felt that they were threatened by a nameless faceless enemy? How would they react?" he added, smiling a wide, toothy smile.
"I don't get it..." Watana whispered, looking to the ground. She frowned.
"Forget it," Katsudai ordered, drawing his Death Note from his cuirass. "I'm in."
The other three Shinigami followed suit, holding it above the portal to the world below. In an instant, the world's fate changed from it's normal course. It would be changed forever after.
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