The meeting with death.[OPEN]

[Yasashiku Kiyoshi]

It hadn't been very long. A month or so since that little incident had occurred at the restaurant. It had been a month and Kiyoshi still couldn't explain what had happened. The guy had gone into cardiac arrest. But it had to be impossible. There was no way he could have just written down that guys name. And him just die! It just defied all logic and reality!

But then again there had been other cases that defied logic. I mean it could have simply been a freak accident. The man could have had a heart condition or something. Writing someones name down couldn't kill them.

Kiyoshi was trying to establish these foundations. He was having a hard time though. As he walked along the side walk his hands in his black pockets under his white kitchen worker shirt. His shaggy red hair looked as usual. Short and messy. His red tattoo was visible as well. Lightly Kiyoshi sighed before moving his hand behind his back and over his tan back pack before pushing his hand into a pocket. He removed a small black ipod from it before zipping it up. Lightly he stared at it for a brief moment before turning it on. He pushed the headphones into his ears, quite aware that the mystery black not book still lurked in his bag. He had it with him at all times. In reality he wasn't sure why he kept it. But he felt as if he needed to keep it for his own well being.

Lightly he flipped through a few bands before he stopped. He stopped on a slow melodic piece from a Japanese orchestra. Yeah he liked normal bands but he felt like classical today. Lightly his fingers moved with the beat. He closed his eyes walking on familiar stone blocks on his way home. His eyes looked like black blotches like that. He hummed quietly to himself.

Kiyoshi felt as if he was being watched but he wasn't worried. He'd hear someone come up behind him after all. His music wasn't that loud. Lightly Kiyoshi continued. He felt the hair on the back of his neck stand up as something drew closer. he opened one green eye, glancing around warily, before he closed it again. And then his music stopped abruptly. Kiyoshi whipped around to see who had stopped his music only to see a ram like .... Monster.

Kiyoshi's green eyes grew wide with fear and he fell back with a scream hitting his bottom on the stone hard. His head phones popped out of his ears and were now dangling from the.... Things claws. Kiyoshi crawled back wards his eyes not leaving the thing.

" Well I sure picked a frightened one. "

It spoke. The monster spoke! Why did this happen to him! First the note book and now this!

Kiyoshi blinked. It had hit him. There was a connection. He was sure of it. The notebook had to do with this monster. He had be sure. " Does this have to do with... The notebook? " he asked not willing to say Death Note. He didn't want to reveal more than he had to to this creature. No matter what he was absolutely horrified by it.

The monster tilted it's head to the side looking quickly over the red haired male before it. " Of course. Why else would I be here? "

Kiyoshi gulped. So the notebook actually worked. He had killed that man. He had a powerful tool right in his back pack. Something to kill people with. He could be like Kira with this thing. Kiyoshi choked on the saliva he was swallowing. That was it. There was another connection. Kira had caused heart attacks. Did that mean that Kira's powers had transfered to him? No.... his power rested din the notebook. Did that mean that Kira had had one of these Death Notes?

" Do you want the book or not? Tell me now for your life depends on it and if you don't want ti I'll go get someone else. "

Kiyoshi gulped before slowly standing up. Now he had an important decision to make. The monster had pretty much told him he was dead if he said no. And Kiyoshi wasn't ready to die. Than that meant... He had no choice. " I"ll keep it." he barely managed to mumble. The shinigami nodded lightly and remained quiet.

What had Kiyoshi just gotten himself into?

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Keeping his head low and hands in his pocket, Don walked the streets of Downtown Japan. Sidoh followed silently behind him, gnawing on a bar of chocolate. Disgusted and wanting to get away from the idiot Shinigami, he continued to walk. How did I get stuck with such an idiotic Shinigami? I'm flattered he chose me but couldn't I had interested someone smarter?

[/color] Don had still not tested the Death Note yet.

What if it was just a gag and Sidoh was someone dressed in a costume to make him look like a fool. He gritted his teeth, turning into an alley suddenly and walked down it until he was to the brick wall. Laying a hand on the wall and a small smile lighting his face, he waited for Sidoh to say something. He listened to the eerie ticking of his watch, hadn't Sidoh said something about forty seconds and someone would die. Slowly, he extended his hand into his back pocket and with drew the Death Note, along with a blue pen.

What- Sidoh paused to take a bite out of the chocolate, Are you doing? [/b]

I'm going to test the Death Note to make sure it isnt a gag, Don responded, his voice barely a whisper.

With a click of the pen he slowly wrote the name Isamu Takahashi - Car Accident. A maniacal snigger erupted from his throat. Yes, Isamu had a lot of courage to pick on him in school and Don had the courage to kill him. He couldn't help but think of Isamu's face and position upon his death while writing in the Note. He tapped his foot, setting off on his walk.

The Note was replaced in his pocket and he glanced at his watch, counting down to forty seconds after writing the name. He continued walking, keeping his face neutral and attempting to hide the glee in his eyes. As he turned a corner, he glimpsed someone on the ground in a sprawled position. Isamu!?! Is he alive, was I right? Is this Note a gag? He began to panic and he felt his blood start to boil.

Noticing one thing he hadn't before, the boy sprawled on the ground had red hair. Isamu had black hair. A car skidded inches from where the sprawled man was and crashed into a building. Glass shattered and he watched silently as the car stopped. No movement from inside the car occurred and Don rushed to the near death experience victim sat. He extended his hand and put on a worried face.

Need a hand? Don asked loudly, guessing by the expression on the male's face he was frightened.

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[Yasashiku Kiyoshi]

Kiyoshi didn't know what to think. He'd just promised to use a tool for murder. Kira's weapon. And now there was a shinigami standing in front of him.

" I am called Gook by the way. "

The shinigami stared at him as if curious before it turned. A car passed right through it. Kiyoshi yelped and rolled onto his side. His eyes wide as he felt the metal skim his back pack. He rolled back onto his back when he heard the crash and stared at it. His mouth a thin line and his eyes blank but wide. His glanced at his shinigami who did nothing but shrug. " I didn't do it. " Gook said simply.

And then their was A man next to him asking him something. " Yeah... " Kiyoshi said his voice monotone as he took the mans hand and pulled himself up. Kiyoshi reached back and grazed his hand over his tan bag. It hadn't ripped thank heavens. He couldn't afford to his his Death Note seen.

He didn't notice as Gook stared past Don at Sidoh. They could see each other but the humans couldn't see each others shinigami. And as usual they couldn't say anything.

Kiyoshi blinked. " Thank you stranger. But... I think we should check on.... " he finished by pointing at the car. Kiyoshi didn't like speaking more than necessary. He closed his mouth and blinked looking down. He picked up his head phones that Gook had dropped when the car took them out of his hands. They seem fine. Just the little bit of white paint appeared to be shredded off.

He looked back at Don before walking to wards the car. He blinked looking through the cracked window to see a black haired male in the front seat his head bleeding and pressed against the steering wheel. Kiyoshi gulped before turning his head away for a moment. He looked back at the window for a moment before bringing his arm back and smashing the rest of the window with his elbow. The man didn't stir. Lightly Kiyoshi leaned into the car and pressed pressed his fingers, covered by his sleeves, against the mans neck. He closed his eyes. " He's dead... " Kiyoshi mouthed quietly. He opened his eyes. They were still blank.

Well this was the first death he'd caused. Unintentionally of course. But he'd have to get used to death. After all... He now held a prime source of it.

Of course he'd have to decide how to use it. Would he use it to kill criminals like Kira? He wasn't sure. But he knew one person he could test it on. His moms boss. With that pervert out of the way. His mother wouldn't have to worry about sexual harassment and she'd be promoted. She could quit her second job that she worked at night. Yeah. That was a good start. He'd think of the rest later.

But for now he had to deal with the is guy. He'd witnessed something that Kiyoshi thought was his fault. Now what happened to the man depended on what he said in Kiyoshi's mind.

[c r ee d"]

Sidoh stared blankly at something and Don shot him a look. Turning back to the stranger, he noticed how the guy kept staring at his tan backpack. I wonder what he’s hiding. [/color] Extending his hand and looking the man in the eye, a polite gesture and a rare trait people seemed to have lost; Don spoke his name as Don Rogers. Explaining that his father was a head of a major cooperation was the only truth that he told the guy.

It was precaution, just in case the guy had a Death Note like Sidoh had explained the night before. Were I to tell him my real name and he wrote it, I’d die. Picking up the kids backpack, he slowly handed him to him. Stretching and looking back at the car Don thought of what to do next. Sidoh kept staring.

”So, what do we do now?”[/color]

[Yasashiku Kiyoshi]

Kiyoshi didn't wait to remove his prized back pack from the man's possession. He quickly put it around his shoulders happy to see it wasn't damaged. Kiyoshi nodded as the man shook his hand. " People call me Yoshi. " he said lightly. It wasn't exactly true but he couldn't trust this guy. He couldn't trust anyone.

Lightly Kiyoshi shot Gook a blank glance as he noticed Gook hadn't spoken in a while. It didn't really matter. He'd seem like a nut if he talked to what would seem like thin air to the man right? " I say we run. I can't afford trouble with the police. We should hide or something. " Kiyoshi said quietly. He rubbed his hands together absent minded. As Long as this guy didn't know about the Death Note. He didn't need to die. He just seemed like an average Joe just taking a stroll who had seen Kiyoshi almost die. Right?

[c r ee d"]

Damn it! He won’t give me his last name. Smart guy. Don tried to keep his face neutral as he thought angrily. Lifting his arm to the back of his head and scratching it, he slowly smiled. Yoshi had grabbed his backpack as if he was hiding something precious, what if Don did something to endanger the backpack. Pulling his jacket around him tighter he motioned for Yoshi to follow him.

Could this guy have a Death Note too? If so, is Sidoh staring at his Shinigami? It seems weird that Sidoh would abruptly stop talking, when he kept me up all night with his useless blathering about chocolate. I have an idea…

“Look if you get called in by the Feds, here’s my number,”

[/b] Don reached into his back pocket and ripped out a piece of the Death Note, taking his blue pen and wrote down his house phone number and his cell phone. He made sure not to write his name. “Just in case.”

Don smiled and slowly handed Yoshi the piece from the Death Note.
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[Yasashiku Kiyoshi]

Kiyoshi blinked following unintentionally after Don. His house was in this direction anyway. He cleared his throat delicately his eyes flicking to the side to see Gook following him. " This guy seems like an interesting fellow yeah? " Kiyoshi didn't respond. Well he couldn't he stared at Don for a hard moment before his eyes were fixed ahead. He watched as Don ripped a piece of paper and wrote down his number. He scanned it over three times before shaking his head and shoving his hands into his pocket. " I won't need it but thanks. I got it memorized. If I get caught I'll call my mother or... sister. " he said quietly.

Lightly Kiyoshi sighed his tired blacked eyes looking up at the sky as he hummed for a couple seconds. " Is your house in this direction to or are you insisting on following me? " something about this guy made Kiyoshi not want to trust him. He was... Off somehow. And back their when Kiyoshi had given him a false name. He saw something. A hidden anger in his eyes. Even Kiyoshi was secretly angry. But he did a better job of hiding. Besides he was so nervous with a shinigami at his side and a car accident behind he was close to pissing his pants.

[c r ee d"]

A smile crossed his face as Yoshi rejected his phone number. Is he onto me?

[/color] Don tore out another page from the Death Note and extended it to Yoshi. He sighed quietly, trying to play off disappointment at the guy rejecting his phone number. He extended his pen as well before saying.

“Yeah, my house is a little up this way,”[/color] Don began with a murmur to answer Yoshi’s question, “Well can you at least give me your phone number in case I’m called in to the police?”

Don was persistent to get Yoshi to touch the Death Note. There were several possible reactions but Don had one in mind. A normal person would flip out, but so would someone who was hiding something like his own freaky looking Shinigami. There would be a difference between the two; a normal person would fall to the ground, paralyzed in fear and stutter. Someone who was hiding something would have a certain expression on his face; Don could tell when he was being lied to.

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