Death Note Rules
1. The human whose name is written in this note shall die.
2. his note will not take effect unless the writer has the persons face in their mind when writing their name, therefore, people sharing the same name will not be affected.
3. If the cause of death is written within 40 seconds of writing the persons name, it will happen.
4. If the cause of death is not specified the person will simply die of a heart attack.
5. After writing the cause of death, details of the death should be written within the next 6 minutes and 40 seconds.
Sharingon Shinigami
The sun was shining and the birds were singing. It was a perfect spring day. The grass was bright green and the trees were in full bloom. The air was crisp and clean from storms of the previous day. You could hear the song of birds all over the forest and mountains. Overall, no one could deny that this was a beautiful day. That is, no one except Uchiha Itachi.
"Sun…" Growled the ninja who murdered the Uchiha clan from under his hat.
Itachi walked down the dirt road in silence, alone. His partner, Kisame, had vanished that morning. Obviously off doing Kisame things. Itachi didn't care, as far as he was concerned, Kisame was a liability. He continued walking, appearing to be completely oblivious to his surroundings. He was on his way to Konoha, so that he may retrieve the Kyubi's human vessel, Naruto. Itachi continued to walk in silence for a few more hours. Then, he suddenly stepped on something. Looking down, he found a black notebook on the ground. On the cover of the notebook, in gold, cursive writing was the words, "Death Note". Picking up the black book, Itachi opened it and read the gold writing inside the cover.
/ Moments before, in the world of the Shinigami /
Boredom had set in. Absolutely nothing to do. Nothing except watch the humans and write down names into Death Note's. But, even that can become boring after awhile. Most Shinigami did things to pass the time, but one Shinigami found everything about their world boring. An almost human-like Shinigami lay on the ground, Death Note in hand. Crimson locks fanned out around the Shinigami as she lay in silence. Her white skin shown against the black of her markings and cloths. Her faded eyes stared into the infinite abyss that was the sky. Thoughts continually rushed through her mind as she layed there. Suddenly, her eyes opened wide, her body shot up to a sitting position. A gasping sound escaping her gray lips.
"I know what I can do." Came the deep, sensual voice of the female Shinigami as she stood and walked toward the portal to the human world.
She stood on the edge of the portal, holding the Death Note out at arms length. After a moment, she released the book and watched it fall through.
"Oops!" She squeaked. "I seem to have dropped my Death Note. I had better retrieve it before a simple minded human monkey does." With that said, she jumped through the portal herself.
/ Back with Itachi in the human world//
The sun had set hours ago, leaving the forest ink black. A small fire in the deepest depths of the trees went unseen by travelers on the road. One man with blue skin, Kisame, sat near the fire, his back against a tree. He clutched a giant sword as he slept. Behind another tree, out of the line of sight incase Kisame awoke, sat Itachi. He pulled the black notebook he had found earlier out of his Akatsuki robes. He opened the cover of the book again and re-read what was written inside it.
" 1. The human whose name is written in this note shall die.
2. This note shall not take effect unless the writer has the persons face in their mind when writing their name, therefore, people sharing the same name will not be affected.
3. If the cause of death is written within 40 seconds of writing the persons name, it will happen.
4. If the cause of death is not specified the person will simply die of a heart attack.
5. After writing the cause of death, details of the death should be written within the next 6 minutes and 40 seconds."
"What kind of useless banter is this?" Thought Itachi as he flipped through the pages of the book.
He found that the first few pages were full of names of people. Some he recognized, others he didn't. Soon, he found that the majority of the book was blank. He flipped back to where there was writing. Examining the cursive, he determined the writer was female. After a while, he shook his head and decided that this was nonsense that he needn't worry about. Just as he was about to turn and throw the book into the campfire, a female voice caught his attention.
"So you're the human that found my notebook."
Itachi turned to see a woman, over 7 feet tall, floating in the air behind him. Her long crimson hair flowed down the length of her body, her bangs covering half of her white face. Two black horns sprouted from the sides of her forehead, splitting her bangs. One eye was visible, it was faded, Black at the top to bright red at the bottom, different shades of crimson in between. Under her eye, a strange black design weaved the length of her face. Her gray lips were curved in a smirk. Her upper body was covered by a thin strip of black leather that wrapped around the center of her large breasts, behind her back, like a wrap. What was odd about her upper body was that other than her breasts, her skin clung to the bone. She appeared to not have eaten in years.
Her arms were long and gangly. On the backs of her forearms, there appeared to be what Itachi thought were sword sheaths under her skin. On the backs of her hands, the sheaths opened up and what looked like a spike sprouted from it. Her fingers were long, extremely long and they pointed at the ends, instead of curving. She had no nails, for the ends of her fingers were sharp like claws. From the waist down, she was normal. She was wearing a pair of black leather pants. A crimson belt lay around her waist. Black boots adorned her feet. She floated there, her arms crossed in front of her as she gazed smugly at Itachi.
"What do you think you're doing with my notebook?" She asked, the same smugness there.
Itachi didn't answer as he stood and began to walk toward the fire.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you…" The woman stated, her voice dripping with mock warning.
Itachi turned his gaze to the woman. "Why?" He asked.
"Or," She shrugged. "Go ahead, if you never wanna know that is."
Itachi reverted his gaze from the woman to the notebook in his hand. Then back to the woman. He sighed deeply before opening his cobalt eyes.
"Fine, you have peaked my interest." He stated.
"If you don't believe the book, then you should at least believe me. My name is Chi. I'm a Shinigami, a Death God." She paused a moment. "And that," She pointed to the Death Note. "Is how I kill people."
Itachi raised an eyebrow.
"The Death Note now belongs to the human world. More specifically, you." She paused again. "You can now kill people just as I, a Shinigami, kills." She leaned close to Itachi before finishing. "Now, doesn't that sound like fun?"