Ryuk was starting to really hate this place. Sure it was more interesting than the Shinigami world but it was a damn sight more frustrating. Bastard bastard bastard staff.

And Mikami. The little worm. He was going to die. By Death Note or Ryuk's own hands and why did his face itch?! Ryuk rubbed it viciously as he was lead into the Sun Room.

The nurse let him go pretty quickly and he glared about for someone to harrass. Ok, Matsuda to harrass. But he saw a name that seemed familiar for some reason.

Maes Hughes. Maes...General or something.... The bulletin guy.

"Hey. You. Cooking Club, right?"