Chapter 3: Shinigami Devil
Takeru was never liked by many in the shinigami world. He was as far from pleasant to be around as that guy blasting rap so loud out of his car your axles break under the frequency of the ever droning bass line. He was ruthless and lashed out at everything, just for the fun of it. The childish gambling of the others was nothing compared to the joy of bloodshed that could be witnessed on earth. Kill the right person, and a domino effect destroys them all. Archduke Franz Ferdinand was his greatest achievement. of course witnessing it all from the skies wasn't good enough. Luckily for him, his pages usually filled up after about two months, he merely asked for one notebook, filled it halfway, then asked for another. Therefore, he had one for himself, and one to create chaos. The decision wasn't hard to make. While he didn't appreciate Ryuks carefree nature, he believed Ryuk had the right idea. He decided to place it with someone in power, but fragile, someone who'd be easy to crack.
After a couple weeks of searching, he found the perfect person, Matsuda. He had something more important than his own life, his children. This, he thought, would make the perfect push off the edge. Watching and waiting, he saw Matsuda's stress begin to build. Once he felt he could convince Matsuda to use the Death Note, he went to the human world. He choose a specific place to drop the book, in front of monitors of the city street, where chaos ensued from rioters. Spinning between his computer and the monitors with a phone pressed to his ear and crazed eyes that look like they might shatter into a million pieces, he spotted the notebook.
He sat silently, horror struck by the book. he glanced at the monitors and listened to the quiet voice on the phone which was now dropped on the floor. Slowly, he allowed his hand to creep towards the book. Carefully, to make sure the book wouldn't explode, he turned the cover into the first page with one name written on it., cause of death, swallowed by earthquake, time nine thirty-five, fifty seconds from now. The name was one of the rioters, in fact, the leader of the current group who called themselves simply by KJ, which stood for Kira's Justice. Cliché of course, but it certainly attracted a lot of attention. sure enough, an agonizing fifty seconds later, a crack in the earth's crust swallowed on member of the crowd. this notebook was the real deal.
"What'll you do?" Takeru said. His voice made Matsuda jump, but by now he was used to shinigami.
Scoffing, he said "I won't break that easily".
"But you're not going to throw that away" Takeru mocked. He was right of course, if it came down to it, he'd be glad to use the book to save Japan. Instead though, he continued to watch the chaos unfold until it finally stopped. Soon after, Matusda fell asleep on the couch in the office.
"Only a matter of time" Takeru snickered, then proceeded to re-watch the chaos, laughing when someone was beaten over the head, or trampled by the crowd.