Nio looked back at the place she had despised, the barren landscape hadn't changed in years and the usual litter of Shinigami were sitting, doing nothing with their Death Notes laying in peaceful retirement on their laps.
It was pitiful, excruciatingly pitiful and yet, Nio had found herself becoming one of them the dormant ones, sitting for what felt like centuries and playing simple card games. Pitiful.

Now, she had finally decided to do something about the bore that she had seemed to become, finding her mischievous side had come back with a vengeance.
They were due to take their flight from this wasteland any minuet, dropping their second Death Notes to unknowing victims.
It really was a perfect game, they weren't allowed to plan whom they would drop their burdens on, as to make sure that it was a surprise.

It hadn't taken her long to acquire her second book, and even though many gamble theirs away she decided to take the more tricky route. she had been silently planning how she would steal a Death Note for around a decade, going over the most intricate details again and again, just to make sure that she had not missed anything out.
Then, when the times was right - Her plan being fully formed - she began to play cards with the usual group, like every-other day, except it wasn't.

After gaining another Death Note, she began to recruit people to join her, figuring that it'd be more fun.
And now, here they are; Nio couldn't be more excited.
She wasn't really too sure on what to anticipate yet was certain that it would be entertaining to watch, Humans were funny creatures after all.

Deciding it were about time they left, Nio extended her large black wings, letting the stretch out further than they had is a long, long time.
Testing them slightly, she flew up straight and then plummeted back down to the ground, stopping around a meter from the ground.
"Brilliant," She whispers to herself, knowing that she was still intact, even after decades of not using them made her anticipation only grow more.


-*-*-*-

Upon arriving in the Mortal world, Nio knew exactly what to do - She would fly for a little and then drop the book, it wouldn't take too long for someone to pick it up, and that's when the real fun would begin.

As she glided, looking at all the sleepy houses, slumped next to one another, she wondered about how this could affect the Humans.
Sure most mortals whom chance upon a Death Note go insane, but that only makes it more fun for you to watch - The process is quite interesting, sick with power and then with what they have done. The most likely outcome of this visit would be that the human committed suicide - Always such a shame, she would often think, It's no fun when they die.

Deciding where she was, in a large town still busy way into the night, is a better place than any to let the book go, she flew for just a second more and then let the black object drop.
Not glancing at it as it fell to the ground and definitely not waiting to see who discovered it - What was the fun in that?

Eyon briefly tosses a look at the land over her shoulder, whispering a quite "good riddance,"
She knew there was no way she would ever miss this place, and even before she took that one glance she knew no-one would have moved, frozen by year after year of sitting stationary.
As her wings unfurled from centuries of hibernation she finally let her bitterness go, it doesn't matter anymore - They wouldn't be coming back to this place for years to come and so why should she think so poorly of her home when she were about to abandon it.

Stroking her onyx wings she sighed, and she noticed Nio taking of.
"Oh!" She exclaims, shaking her mind out of its little daydream she lets her wings lift her up, wondering if anyone even cared that they were going - No, was the answer that sprang to mind, they probably haven't even realised we've gone.

-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-

The mortal world was so different to the world she knew that arriving, was like a fantasy.
Sure that was more often than not what Mortals thought of Shinigami and their realm but really, it was nothing special compared to this place.
Deciding she had earned herself a tour of this marvellous new world she flew in the opposite direction to Nio, settling herself on a small house's cobbled roof.
She the reaches into her bags pocket, and retrieves her second Death Note.
Suddenly smiling at how she got it - Sure the King Of Death was difficult to trick but was by no means difficult to bribe.
He had taken her offer before the whole bribe had fully left her mouth.
Shrugging she whispers to herself, "who wouldn't?"

I should probably find my victim now, she tells herself, realising that she had just been sitting on the same roof, staying dormant for around an hour and while that wasn't a long time, especially for a Shinigami - She wanted to see it all, not sit around like she would if she were back there.

Placing the book back in her bag, the female stands and looks around, moving her lank, white hair from her face and tightens her grip on her bag jumping off the roof to the street below.
As she makes her flight, to who knows where, Eyon looks in all the windows of the identical houses, at all the children and adults softly sleeping.
Sometimes she stops to have a proper look in the window, often to decide that humans were very, very funny looking creatures and laugh at their almost identical looks.
Sure they were of different colours but they weren't anything special, not like Shinigami.
Mortals really did truly repulse her, so she figured it would be funny to wreck their precious little world.
To show them up for the monsters they really are.
Shinigami aren't the hideous creatures, Humans are.

Realising that she still hadn't dropped her extra Death Note, Eyon one again pulls it out of the satchel, an idea hitting her.
She plucks one of her coal feathers, it was unlike any bird feather and would also - hopefully - make the human even more confused. How hilarious.

As she flew on for a little, her eyes directed straight she dropped it, the feather safely tucked into its pages and flew in a completely separate direction.
She had no idea where she was when she dropped it, having not looked down. Nor did she know where it landed, she only prayed that it would be picked up - and soon.

Gaji strolled around the Shinigami Realm, every so often he would kick a bone or two to waste some time. He watched the sky, the colorless sky and hoped a thought would approach him. Gaji was restless, everyday he was restless, bored to the point where if a shinigami could kill himself he would have done so. Well a shinigami could kill themselves by falling in love Gaji thought. If a shinigami prevents a human from dying in any kind of way, they will parish. The purpose of a shinigami is to end life, not provide it. Gaji thought that was rather pathetic, to fall in love. I mean it's understandable but imaging Gaji falling in love was rather difficult. He thought of whom that did fall in love, that gave up their lives. Gaji held tight to his second Death-Note as he began to re-imagine the day where he found his second book.

It was like any other day, Gaji secluded himself from the others and so he watched as a other shinigami anxiously hovered above the human realm. Gaji became curious to what this other shinigami was looking at. He got in close enough to see what was happening, it was a girl. A young girl who only looked like she was 8. Gaji noticed the numbers which floated above her head, it was her life span which was scheduled to end today. She was sitting in her room playing with her dolls as a dreadful scream came from the hallway of their own home. The little girl looked petrified , she hid underneath her bed. The screams had ended but loud footsteps had approached the little girl's front door. The man broke in, he was plastered with blood, he looked wild, like a vicious creature. Gaji questioned his own sanity, he almost felt sympathetic towards the little girl. The shinigami vigorously scribbled down in his Death-Note, tears rolling down his eyes. Gaji looked back into the human realm, the man flipped over the bed and took the little girl by the hair. He took out his knife and the little girls screams were louder than anything Gaji could imagine. As the man was about to take the finishing blow, he stopped. Dropped the little girl and she ran past him. He fell on his knees, he held his hand tight where his heart was located and moaned with agony, he died of a heart attack. Gaji knew so because he killed lots with the same tactic. The shinigami looked satisfied but he knew the rules. He dropped his Death-Note to the ground and almost instantaneously he wasn't anything more but dust.

Gaji snapped back into reality, this second Death-Note was almost like a reminder, to not get attached to humans and he knows perfectly well he wasn't going to. Gaji knew what he was going to do with this Death-Note, he had been planning this for quite awhile now. He knows he isn't going to spend one more day in this shit-hole of a home, he's going to stir up some entertainment for himself. Purposely drop the Death-Note in the human realm and wait for someone to retrieve it, and today was that day. Gaji wrapped his neck with human jewellery of all colors and placed his great red long cloak upon himself. He slipped in both of his Death-Notes into their holders and went straight into the portal and did not look back.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Gaji was always fascinated of how quick humans evolve. Gaji has been living for six thousand years so he pretty much lived through watching human settlement and civilization. He likes Tokyo rather than any other place in the world because of how advance the city is but don't get him wrong he does enjoy travelling once and awhile. Gaji soars above it all, the busy traffic and the office buildings. Skyscrapers touch the clouds and rural area cannot be seen. He tries to find a busy place, maybe a school or a hospital. He ascends from building to building when finally he finds a school, a university. He watches from the far as people pace and go on with their busy lives. Gaji gradually takes out the Death-Note, the one he retrieved from the shinigami who died and holds it out far from him. The possibilities, Gaji thought. Yes explaining the rules will be a drag but it will be worth it he tells himself. With no hesitation Gaji lets the book fall. The book dashes through the air, the pages playing with the wind. The Death-Note hits the campus floor and he knows the game has just begun.

Among the most pointless tasks of life in Raze’s own, spiteful opinion was school. It took something boring, and combined it with social interaction – two things that he so very much disliked, the latter of which being caused by his sorrow. Thusly, when Razeluxe awoke to go to college every day, he did so with absolutely no enthusiasm towards the progress of the day, until the second when he would be released from this annoying hell.

So far, the day had been rather uninteresting with nothing at all separating it from the countless other hours of his pointless existence. He had woken up, taken a shower, got dressed, gone to school, class, lunch, class, class, class, and now, he was headed home.

He remained slouched with a grumpy expression placed fittingly on his face. Though he would not snap at anyone, his facial expression always gave people that impression. Whether or not this was intentional only Razeluxe himself knows, but it does wonders in keeping anybody from trying to get friendly with him. Most just ignored his presence completely or gave him distasteful looks, spreading odd rumors about him every once in a while.

He gave not a fuck care in the world what other people thought about, he simply lived life to its fullest. Because in his mind, life was meaningless in its entirety, that wasn’t really hard to achieve. Essentially, Raze was just a man going through the motions as time passed on. Completely dull, as his existence had always been.

Then… why did it seem so empty? If life had no value, then why does he regret what happened years ago? He remembers the feeling of being happy and overjoyed at things. He remembers the fact that he almost never had this angry expression tainting his face. He just can’t comprehend it. Just like he can’t comprehend……

….

….

….how this book fell from the sky.

A black notebook fell from the heavens. From what he saw, there was nothing special about this book – at least in terms of appearances. It was just pitch black, with some form of writing on its cover. As it only fell just a few short feet away from him, he could and did move close enough to see what it said.

“Death Note”

In English, the title of the book was “Death Note”. Razeluxe had actually done well at learning English, so he knew he wasn’t accidentally misreading it. Though it bore nothing that would attract one’s attention from afar, Raze felt something…. Something special from this notebook.

That’s why he picked it up.

That’s why he opened the book.

And inside, there were rules, many of them.

……so maybe he’d read it later. For now, home was the most important thing to do. Shoving it in his pocket, he continued onwards without much thought for whatever it was he had just retrieved.

Boredom.

Voil hated that word. So many shinigami had been infected with it that they now lie like corpses throughout the shinigami realm. For thousands of years Voil strived relentlessly to keep that word from consuming him, but as the centuries rolled by it had been getting harder and harder to do so. That is, until he met Nio.

Voil often watching humans and their illogical ways as a form of entertainment, but Nio’s idea of giving one a Death Note set his curiosity on fire. Voil was glad he met up with Nio and the others, as this could easily turn out to be the best game he ever played. And who knew how long this game would last? A week? A month? A year? A decade? A century? Voil had no idea. But the one thing he did know was that he’d be entertained by these strange little humans and their unpredictable ways. Who knew what they’d do with the power of a shinigami.

Voil’s busy mind was interrupted by the raspy voice of Sezer.
“But you already have a Death Note, so why do you need mine?”
“Like I told you,” said Voil, “I’m just going to have a bit of fun with it. Besides, I’ve won it fair and square.”
Voil could clearly see how much Sezer regretted gambling away his own Death Note in a mere game of cards. To comfort the poor fool, Voil added, “Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of it for you. I’ll even return it to you when I’m done with it.”
“When will that be?” asked Sezer as Voil approached the portal to the human realm.
Voil didn’t even turn around, but a sinister smile stretched from ear to ear as he said, “That decision isn’t mine to make.”

~*~*~*~*~*~

As he soared above the florescent-colored concrete jungle, Voil’s good eye surveyed the busy night life with sadistic glee. He had no idea nor care for what city this was within the human realm, but it seemed as good of a choice as any. Besides, he thought, We agreed that random chance would choose our victims for us. Trying to suppress his laughter, Voil theatrically covered his good eye with one hand, and pulled out Sezer’s Death Note with the other. Not knowing where it would land, Voil dropped the Death Note and smiled.

“Let the games begin.”

Ren smiled as she walked into the jewelry store. She thrusted her hands into her black hoodie pockets as she looked around. Her hazel green eyes scanned everything they could before she noticed that the woman at the counter looked overloaded. Her smile went even wider.

Walking over to the woman she waited patiently and put on a rather shy looking face. "Um,....excuse me." She said in a soft and child like voice. After a few moments of speaking to another customer, she glanced at the girl and gave a soft, yet extremely tired smile. "Yes?" She asked before holding up a finger to the other customers.

"May I see that bracelet, oh and those two over there please." She asked sweetly, still using a very cute and sweet child's tone. The woman nodded and grabbed the three bracelets and handed them to Ren. She smiled and held the three bracelets in her hands. She examined them slowly, one by one. The woman didn't even pay attention to her as even more people came into the store and she was the only clerk. After about fifteen minutes of looking them over, she set two of them on the class counter and smiled. "Have a nice day."

She then walked out of the store, with the last bracelet on her wrist which was covered by her sleeves. Once out of the building,she took off in a brisk walked down the sidewalk. "People are so stupid." she thought to herself with a large grin. As she walked she noticed a notebook in the middle of the sidewalk.

After glanced around to see if there was anyone near her, she snatched it up and opened it to the first page. "Hmm...No name." She examined the other pages and noticed there was no writing in it. "Nice!" She cheered while placing it into her messenger bag that she used as a purse.

"I got a bracelet and a kickass notebook all in an hour. This is a good night!" She told herself as she headed back to her apartment a few blocks down the road.

Please ignore this.

Megumi was once again inside her room doing one of her projects. Though these projects are not for school, these projects were made simply because she had a curiosity on them. After graduating from college at such a young age, Megumi found herself more time to do what she wants to do and that is to study a much more advance technology than she is currently using. Every single gadget that is displayed in her room was made by her. The laptop that she is using that can make the most advanced laptop in the world look like a typewriter, the cellphone that was beside her that can make the trending cellphone look like two tin cans attached by a string and forgetting the room itself that she was able to modify thanks to the introduction of Iron Man to her; she made her own JARVIS but named it "JEEVES".

"Ms. Yamada, the prototype of the Project X is now ready for testing."

Her brown eyes looked away from the screen and focused on the human size robot that was a few feet away from her. Project X is currently her leading project where in she wants to complete as soon as possible. She stood up from her desk and started walking towards the white robot, "JEEVES, make the necessary preparations and make sure that my progress in my TITAN is safe."

"Will do, Ms. Yamada."

Megumi stared at the robot with delight, "I can finally give you a test drive." She watch as each wire that was attached to the robot has detached itself. Soon the robot's eyes glowed signalling that it is operational. The robot then tried to walk towards its master who was a few meters away from it. Though as soon as it was going to touch her hand, it collapsed to the ground. A groan came out from the young master, "JEEVES, what happened this time?"

"I am still searching on that, Ms. Yamada."

A sigh of irritation came out from her lips, "Whatever, just find the problem." She said she walks towards her balcony to find something unusual: a black notebook with a white calligraphy stating that the name of the book is "Death Note". After having curiosity filling her mind, she walked towards it and opened it, only to find a strange black feather. Her brown eyes looked at it with amazement and curiosity, "Such a pretty feather though I have never seen this type of feather before. What kind of bird have this feather?"

Her eyes went down again and saw that there were some rules on this notebook. Shrugging her shoulders and going back inside her room, she sat on her bed and started to read the rules that were stated there.

For Naoki life was extremely dull and always had been, even as a child his studies of law and order greatly surpassed that of his seemingly inferior classmates...Oh his classmates, another reason why life was dull, they had the same insults everyday that they began to not even bother him, or at least that is the mindset he kept inside his head, not able to accept anything else that he didn't find correct. Quickly One thought popped into his head that instant he began to question himself...Why was he in the middle of a bustling street and why had he skipped school today and most importantly, what wasn't he a pancake by now?

Naoki looked around and he was bewildered, cars were piled behind him, drivers were yelling at him, some even going as far to threaten that they were going to run him over. "When the hell?" He mumbled under his breath, obviously questioning how he had managed to walk directly into the street, for that matter why he wasn't dead. He quickly ran off the road and onto the sidewalk and was immediately disappeared into the crowd, only thing separating him from the others was his lack of a smile, something Naoki rarely wore on his face.

As he walked he eventually made his way to the funky outskirts of the city, attempting to escape the endless noise which was known as Japan. The outskirts of the town was mainly used for shipping as train tracks ran around the outside, from above however they looked like a giant maze, Naoki had always questioned how the conductors knew all the routes. Perhaps they were just gifted with great memory or something he thought as he continued walking, once again spacing out as his mind drifted like a cloud. He unknowingly walked out onto train tracks and stood there, questioning conductors and if other people were gifted like conductors, or himself. That was when he felt the vibrations of a train which was heading directly towards him, he had ignored the vibrations, assuming it was his phone in his pocket and continued to space out...that was until it hit him...a black notebook that had the words 'Death Note' engraved near the top. This was when Naoki saw the train heading straight towards him, seemingly not stopping.

"SHIT!" He screamed as he quickly grabbed Death Note and roughly slid under the gate which allowed people to know when trains were coming. The train went right passed Naoki as he could feel the strong wind that the train had brought brush upon his back. Just barely escaping death Naoki began laughing hysterically about how a book called a Death Note had saved his life. "The true irony in which life exists, is death itself..." He said, still laughing. He opened the Death Note up and began to read the rules, expecting it to be some type of joke, however the depth of the rules themselves seemingly held a sinister truth to them.

Gaji waited impatiently, he watched the Death-Note, the pages being flipped occasionally by the wind. This was irritating to watch, why hasn't anyone picked it up? Gaji thought. He paced himself, flying around in circles, he swore he was going to write up the next person that would walk by it in his Death-Note. Gaji stopped, someone finally took notice to the book.
Razeluxe Shirou, Gaji could see his name, his life span. The letters of his name, the numbers which indicated how long this kid would live was floating above his head in a obscure fashion. Razeluxe didn't exactly look content. He looked like he hated the world almost, and to Gaji that only began to make him wonder what this Razeluxe's motives would be if he became the new owner of this Death-Note. Razeluxe has long cluttered brown hair, which covers almost his entire forehead. He has a strong face and dark circles that hang underneath his dull brown eyes. He could be tall if he didn't slouch and his choice of clothing wasn't the greatest. Gaji stopped examining him and watched him pick up the Death-Note. Gaji jerked with excitement, Razeluxe was now officially the new owner of that Death-Note.

Gaji was ready to meet Razeluxe but he thought about how he might frighten him. He was a 10 foot shinigami, you don't usually see those around often. Gaji thought carefully, there was no way of getting around it, he was just scary.
The sun was setting, placing a bright pink shade in the sky. Gaji tighten his red long cloak and flipped over his hood shading his entire face. Gaji floated down onto a building and watched where Razeluxe was heading. Gaji squinted, he was almost losing Razeluxe's trail. Gaji sprung high into the sky and soared fast behind Razeluxe passing the busy traffic. They entered a neighbourhood, town houses sit quietly next to each other. Razeluxe was close to the front steps of what appears to be his home but Gaji knew it was time.

Gaji softly landed only steps behind Razeluxe. "Stop!" Gaji's voice was shaky, nervous almost. He moved closer to Razeluxe but a good enough distance to keep his face hidden. He towered over him, Razeluxe was so short compared to Gaji, really anyone was.

"Hello Razeluxe Shirou, I am Gaji. I need to inform you about that book you picked up but before I do I'll introduce myself."
Gaji pulled down his hood. His eyes were wide and alien-like, his face sharp with structure and his orange strands of hair fell to his feet.

"I am a shinigami, a god of death. Screaming will not help, people will only think your insane because only you Razeluxe can see me."Gaji talked fast but was cautious with his words.

"That book you see isn't just a book, once you read the rules you will understand that this book can do things beyond belief. I think it's best if you find out how to use the book by yourself so I'll visit you later tonight and you can ask me any questions that need to be answered."

Gaji stood there just for a moment or two to wait for Razeluxe to speak but he looked a bit flabbergasted.

"I'm going to leave now, I'll let you process what I have just told you. I can imagine this all being too much for you so I'll see you later tonight, goodbye." Before Razeluxe could say anything Gaji was already in the sky flying fast past the quiet neighbourhood.

People are stupid.

Voil just couldn’t believe the idiocy of these strange beings. Here he thought it was pretty lucky for the Death Note to land on a sidewalk, as just a few meters in either direction it would have landed in the middle of the street or on top of a building. Yet an hour later Voil couldn’t believe how many people passed by that notebook without even seeing it. Weren’t humans supposed to be the most curious creatures on the planet?

Voil was perched on the rooftops across the street from the Death Note, a place where he could see it even in the busiest of crowds or traffic, while at the same time be out of sight of the person who would eventually pick it up. He knew it was only a matter of time until someone would take it, but he just had to accept the fact that it was going to take longer than he had hoped for.

It almost came to a surprise for him when a black haired woman wearing a black hoodie walked out of a nearby store and effortlessly pocketed the Death Note into her bag. Voild couldn’t help but laugh at just how quickly it all happened, and how such a carefree woman – Ren Mysuki, by the looks of it – hadn’t yet realized just how powerful that little black notebook was.

Hmm… I probably shouldn’t introduce myself just yet. I wouldn’t want to scare her before she even realizes what kind of notebook she has there. It would probably be best to wait until she discovers it’s power, since then it might be easier for her to accept the existence of a shinigami. Voil couldn’t resist giving a small chuckle. Besides, he thought, She’ll probably have a lot of questions to ask that the rules in the book don’t cover.

Voil had to be careful – Now that Ren had touch the Death Note, she would be able to see him. He waited until she was a little farther away before he sprouted his large, red-feathered wings from his back and took off into the air. He knew humans (especially city-dwelling humans) rarely looked up at the sky, but just in case he kept to a cautious altitude. Not too close to be easily spotted, and yet not too far as to lose track of her.

It was a boring walk back to his boring home, filled with all kinds of boring occurances. An occasional person passed him by as he stepped over the ledge of the sidewalk, and a few cars zoomed past him as they made way towards whatever boring place they may have been headed. That is why he expected to open his boring door to his boring home into a boring room, but such had not been the case. Fate had different plans or rather, Gaji did.

"Stop!"

A voice that fit none of the descriptions of any of the few people Razeluxe knew came from behind him in a boom. In fact, it didn't even sound human. About as motivated as Raze could get (which was about as motivated as someone being told they're going to be forced to work for no pay in the sun (which wasn't really motivated at all (which is probably obvious))), he turned to face the person who called out to him. What he faced was a towering hooded figure that stood feet above himself, right next to him.

Even before it showed its face, he could tell that this thing was not of the human race. It was something far, far more mysterious. Far more powerful. He could tell this thing could kill him without a second thought if it had wanted. But instead, it decided to talk to him - to introduce itself.

A Shinigami - Deathgod. One that only he could see, apparently.

It knew about the book, and vouched for its abilities. Maybe he was scared, or maybe he just didn't care, but Raze didn't try to mutter a single word the entire time this thing had talked to him. He stood in silence, staring at what people would think was nothing, but it was something. To say anything else would be to admit insanity. Somehow, Raze knew he was not going insane. It was the presence of such a terrifying monstrosity that told him that it was a real threat that was standing in front of him.

But after a brief introduction and a promise to come back later tonight, it flew off, leaving him there alone.

A minute passed. Or maybe an hour? A day? He wasn't sure, but he finally moved himself into his abode and closed the door behind him, throwing the Death Note on a table, then stared at it.

Such power.... is real?

It wasn't long before Ren made it to her apartment building. She slowly made her way to the elevator and was rather irritated that there were three other people standing there waiting. However, it wasn't long before the elevator arrived. Inside, she leaned against the wall and took a deep breath. It had been a long day. College sucked, but at least she got a few things today. She couldn't help but to smile at her new items she had gotten, one was actually free and unstolen!

When the elevator stopped on the third level, she got off and started down the hallway. "Heyy Mysuki! Nice hair!" One guy said before rubbing his hand all over her hair, intentionally messing it up. "Whats in the bag, Mysuki?" He asked before trying to snatch it. Quickly, she pushed him as hard as she could and ran to her apartment. "Ha, loser!" The guy yelled before heading to the elevator.

Inside her apartment, Ren fixed her hair and growled lowly. She hated him! Ever since she never called him back after getting really drunk at a party, he had been a jerk! Taking a deep breath, she fished out her cigarettes from her bag and walked over to the couch. After flopping down, she lit her cigarette and took a deep drag. "Well lets check out this new notebook." She said to herself before digging around in her bag to look at it. It was odd, but she loved it. On the front she read the words outloud "Death Note... hmm...." She paused then smiled and opened it. She skipped through to the second page. It was all empty. "Nice." After pulling out a pen she started writing.

'Marcus Mitchell. Stupid American. I hate him. I wish he would get what he deserves.' She paused for a second then thought of the many ways she would kill him. "A girlfriend!" She cheered before taking another drag. 'If I could kill him, I would make him get this smoking hot girl who murders him or possible gives him aids." She began to laugh historically before setting the notebook to the side to flick the ashes of her cigarette. Her green eyes stayed on the notebook for a moment before her cat, Midnight, jumped into her lap. "Hello baby." She said as she began to pet him. "How was your day?" She asked but suddenly, Midnight's attention was moved onto the notebook. He began to hiss before jumping down. For a moment, Ren was curious, but dismissed it. Midnight was always acting weird.