Kagome Higurashi never imagined she'd fall to something as silly as a heart attack. One minute she was fine, and in the next minute her life was flashing before her eyes as the ground crept closer. It happened so quickly. She noticed something odd hovering around a boy who looked to be around her age. At first, she thought it was a demon and tensed, but then she realized that no one seemed to notice it. She wasn't sure if he noticed it either. If he did, his nose was too stuck to his book to care.

And then it looked up, meeting her gaze head on. A shiver crept down her spine as they stared each other down. "If it's not a demon, then what the hell is it?" she thought to herself.

The demon opened his mouth and said something. She didn't know if they boy had heard it or not, but he closed his eyes and shoved his book into his bag only to pull out a thin black one. Kagome squinted, trying to read the cover from where she was at. "Death... Note...?" she whispered. The demon looked at her again before speaking again. He scribbled something in the book and tucked it safely back in his bag. Less than a minute later, she felt a sharp pain in her chest. She gasped as she clutched her chest and dropped to the ground. She couldn't breathe and she suddenly found herself gasping for air. Her vision was blurred as she looked up at the demon like thing. Instead of meeting its gaze, she looked into the cold, hard eyes of the boy it was following. "Bastard," she muttered before the world around her was engulfed in darkness.

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For the first time in all of his shinigami life, a human who had no contact with the Death Note, could actually see him. The shinigami was baffled and, to be honest, scared. Now, he wasn't going to admit that out loud, not in front of Light. What terrfied him the most was upon making eye contact with the young girl, he saw it. The glow of a priestess, and not just any priestess. She was from the old legends that parents used to pass down as a bedtime story to their kids. The legend that spoke of a priestess that rid of an evil half demon and possessed immeasureable power. The Shikon Priestess.

When he made eye contact with her, he felt a shudder course through his body. One of the two things that could kill a Shinigami was a priestess. A single touch with their holy energy was enough to disengrate any Shinigami. How a priestess, and a very powerful one, was still alive, he had no idea. He thought they had all died out long ago. But how wrong he was. Light continued studying his book, not taking any notice of him or the strange girl glaring daggers at him.

"Light, that human can see me." Ryuk spoke to him. Light glanced up at the Shinigami who kept his eyes on the human glaring menacingly at him. She was ready to purify him. Ryuk just knew it.

Light followed his line of sight and sure enough there she was, glaring at the shinigami hanging out him. "What's her name?" Light casually stuffed his book back in his bag and opened the Death Note, waiting for Ryuk to give him her name.

Now, Ryuk was never one to just giving out a name to Light, especially since he became Kira. That would make things to easy and he would no longer enjoy watching the good guys try to capture the bad guy that was literally right under their noses. But this was a life or death situation and Ryuk was not ready to leave this world, or the Shinigami world, quite yet.

"Kagome Higurashi." he replied after a moment of contemplation. Light quickly scribbled her name in the notebook and put it back in his bag. Now all they had to do was wait. Light watched his watch tick, every second, and then he glanced up just as she dropped to the ground in agony. He gave her a cold stare as she lifted her head to meet his cold gaze. He could see the fire raging in her dying eyes as she struggled to catch her breathe. He smirked and then turned around and left. Ryuk let out a chuckle, the tension in his body leaving as he followed Light. Nothing more to worry about. He was glad that woman was out of the picture, her presence was enough to set him on edge.