unusual circumstances

Ryuk froze mid apple bite as he felt the odd presence. This was something new. Something familiar but new. Something clicked. A tale he'd heard oh so long ago had suddenly resurfaced. Ryuk began cackling.

Light returned his pen to the desk and turned away from his Death Note. He raised an unimpressed eyebrow at Ryuk's bone-chilling laughter.

"What is it now, Ryuk," Light drawled questioningly.

Taking a large bite out of his semi-forgotten apple, Ryuk gave a simple reply.

"You'll be finding out soon enough."

Though Light was used to the shinigami making frequent cryptic, ominous remarks, his chest felt strange. There was something different in Ryuk's tone. Light shook himself mentally, knowing it would be damn near impossible to wheedle more from the shinigami at the moment. Besides, he had much more important issues to deal with at the time being.

That damned detective really was too smart for his own good.

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Hadrian, formerly known as Harry James Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, was very much enjoying his title as Master of Death.When Hadrian had realized his new title and the baggage that came with, he'd been a wee bit upset.

After nearly a decade spent brooding, Hadrian supposed it wasn't all that bad in the end. All the things he could learn! Places he could see and people to meet! Only after a while, he ran into a bit of an issue. Death. Not as in the entity, but the occurrence itself. Death himself was actually a quite jovial fellow that Hadrian had become rather close with since his transcendence.

No it wasn't with Death that Hadrian had trifles with. It was the way he felt after the people he considered friends died and left him, bereft and bored. Hadrian could still see them, speak occasionally but it never felt the same. Not to mention how draining it was to recall the departed souls.

Hadrian grew tired of the entire process and so he resolved himself to not form lasting attachments. Acquaintances were fine of course, Hadrian didn't wish to become entirely non-social. But letting someone in? Allowing someone to truly know him and vice-versa? Hadrian was nothing if not stubborn and he would not fail at his self imposed emotional isolation.

Death thought he was an idiot, of course. After all he couldn't really keep it up for his entire life? For the sake of Merlin's left tit Hadrian was immortal.

Hadrian also thought Death was a bastard for dropping him off in Japan with nothing more than the clothes on his back and the simple  parting instructions to find Light Yagami, or he reminded himself mentally in Japanese, Yagami Light.

After confunding several shopkeepers Hadrian had himself set up with several pairs of clothing, food, and a laptop. During his search for a hotel he saw a street performer and shamelessly disillusioned himself and swiped the contents of the performer's money bag.

Finding a decent looking hotel, Hadrian stopped and got a room. Once he settled in he lay on his bed in contemplation.

"Death," Hadrian drawly called out. The man almost immediately materialized in his room. Death was a rather imposing figure. He stood tall at 6'5'', with wavy dark brown hair tied off at the nape of his neck. He had high, aristocratic features set into deep caramel coloured skin. His eyes however, were the eye-catcher. Deep black in their outer colour with magenta irises and gunmetal grey pupils.

Hadrian sighed as he looked at his only friend. He waited for the other being to speak.

"Okay so maybe it wasn't my best idea to-" Hadrian cut him off with a dark look.