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Summary: In honor of Dogbertcarroll's 'Flickering Lights', a bunch of mostly Xander centered one-shots.

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Multiple Crossings > GeneralCrazyDanFR186871,01739964570,60716 Feb 1215 Oct 14No

Pants, keep falling down....

AN: This one had been bugging me for a little while.

Kim Possible and related characters were created by Mark McCorkle and Bob Schooley and owned by Disney.
Death Note was created by Tsugumi Ohba and Takeshi Obata and published by Shueisha.

This if fanfiction, please treat it as such.



Ron Stoppable walked from his father's car to his room with his head hung low. It was a solemn day, they had just buried his grandfather, a man who seemed to be so full of life despite the horrors of his youth.

'If only there had been more time.' Ron thought to himself.

Death was never pretty. More often than not, the reasons behind it were petty and stupid. Other times, it was meant to happen.

Well, that was how it usually went anyways.

While they were at the funeral, a small and hunched over man handed him a small satchel. He told Ron that his grandfather wanted him to have it.

That is was his family's true legacy.

Ron's grandfather had been a very meticulous accountant. He wasn't even sure he wanted to know what this so called legacy was.

He opened the satchel anyways.

Inside the satchel was something wrapped in plain brown wrapping paper. It wasn't very big, something about the size of a journal or a book of some sort.

Ron carefully removed the wrapping paper and frowned as he stared at the black book in front of him.

It looked familiar somehow. Like he'd seen it once before.

“Death Note.” Ron said as he looked at the cover. For a moment he thought it was in Hebrew but it was clearly in English. “Wait.... I remember.”

“Good.” A voice said from behind Ron. “That means the game can be played again.”

Ron spun around to see a grotesque creature with pallid white skin and green hair. “You!”

“Me.” The creature laughed. “Glad to see you've remembered the last time we met. I've been hanging around you long enough.”

“You're the reason my pants kept falling down aren't you?” Ron demanded.

The creature shrugged. “I was bored and your Grandfather wanted me to protect you.”

“So he really was... the reason?” Ron asked.

“Yes. Your grandfather was the Hand of Justice. A hand that is needed once more. You know it's only a matter of time before one of those... wackos is it? Goes too far.” The creature said with a sinister grin.

“The book.” Ron said.

“Read the rules and don't take them lightly.” The creature told him. “Also, I'd improve your handwriting if I were you. Legibility and spelling counts.”

“I could get rid of you.” Ron said softly.

“And risk me ending up in the hands of someone else? Really?” The creature asked.

“I'm going to hell aren't I?” Ron wondered.

“Maybe. That's not really my department. I'm just a Shinigami. Nothing more, nothing less.” The creature grinned.

“What is your name anyways?” Ron asked.

“It's what it has always been.” The creature said. “Go ahead and say it.”

“Rufus.” Ron whispered.

“Bingo.” Rufus crowed. “Give the kid a prize.”

TBC....???
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