Ember was sitting down on her bed, staring down at the Death Note that was in her hands. I killed someone… I really killed Shitsureina…. The thought was unbelievable to Ember. That's it. I have to keep this thing, but I need to know about it. With this silent vow, Ember opened up the notebook to the second page. It was filled with white writing like the first page she had read before.
How to use it
•The notebook shall become the property of the human world, once it touches the ground of the human world.
•The owner of the note can recognize the image and voice of the original owner, i.e. a God of Death/Shinigami.
•The human who uses the notebook can neither go to Heaven nor Hell.
That's it? Ember thought before thinking about the rules. Okay, so the notebook officially belongs to me now, but what the hell is a Shinigami? She remembered hearing about them from somewhere…. Oh, that's right! Gods of Death, or Shinigami, steal humans' souls, I think…. Ember's eyes scanned over the last rule before she laughed.
"'The human who uses the notebook can neither go to Heaven nor Hell'? Like I care! There are no such places!" Ember turned to the next page to read some more rules.
•If the time of death is written within 40 seconds after writing the cause of death as a heart attack, the time of death can be manipulated, and the time can go into effect within 40 seconds after writing the name.
•The human who touches the Death Note can recognize the image and voice of its original owner, a Shinigami, even if the human is not the owner of the note.
Interesting…. Ember thought, turning the page again.
•The person in possession of the Death Note is possessed by a Shinigami, its original owner, until they die or the death note is destroyed whichever comes first.
Um… okay then. Possessed by a Shinigami? This thought interrupted her reading.
•If a human uses the note, a god of death usually appears in front of him/her within 39 days after he/she uses the note.
Again, Ember's reading was interrupted. So, a Shinigami will come to me within thirty-nine days as of today. If anyone sees my face when the Shinigami does show up, they'll think I'm mental. I gotta be careful.
•Shinigami, the original owners of the Death Note, do not do, in principle, anything which will help or prevent the deaths in the note.
•A Shinigami has no obligation to completely explain how to use the note or rules which will apply to the human who owns it unless asked.
So in other words, if I don't ask, I won't know anything, really. I gotta remember that…. Ember turned the page again.
•A Shinigami can extend their own life by putting a name on their own note, but humans cannot.
Damn, that'd be so cool.
•A person can shorten his/her own life by using the note.
•The human who becomes the owner of the Death Note can, in exchange of half his/her remaining life, get the eyes of the Shinigami which will enable him/her to see a human's name and remaining life span when looking through them.
•A god of death cannot be killed even if stabbed in his heart with a knife or shot in the head with a gun. However, there are ways to kill a Shinigami, which are not generally known to the Shinigami.
Ember sighed, closing the book. It was 6:00pm, because once she'd gotten home from school, (at around 10:00am) Ember had spent a good two hours freaking out about the fact that she had killed someone, before taking a long, five hour nap. That meant she had, since she woke up at 5:00pm, been thinking and reading for an hour. It was easy for Ember to get absorbed in her thoughts, since she liked to examine everything as much as possible. And as for the reading, it was rules for a notebook that could kill people; with just a name and a face. This brought her to a new thought; Kira. She had thought about him/her before, when she had first found and picked up the Death Note that now belong to her.
"I wonder who my Shinigami is…." Ember said softly to herself, before continuing in a louder voice. "But whoever they are, I know one thing. I'm taking that deal."
"Ember, sweetie! I'm home!" Ember's mother, Sankō, called out. Ember walked normally down the stairs and into her mother's view a couple minutes later.
"Hey mom." She said simply, before hugging her mother. Ember didn't look and wasn't tired, despite the late time of 10:12pm. She and her mother walked into the kitchen, where Sankō set a box that was no doubt holding a cake within its white cardboard walls onto the cherry wood table.
"I got you your favourite cake flavour; chocolate!" Ember's mother announced in a cheerful tone that was 100% true. Ember couldn't help but smile at the gesture when her mother opened the box and she saw the cake. It was a small circular chocolate cake, decorated with black and red icing roses around the edge, forming a pattern. Green icing stems trailed down the sides of the cake, and 'Happy 18th Birthday' was written in green curly letters across the centre of the cake.
"Thanks mom, it's perfect." Ember hugged her mother once again.
"Well it's the least I could do since I'm keeping you up this late for your cake, and waking you up so early in the morning to say "Happy Birthday"." Sankō said laughing with Ember. It was such a small thing to do, but it meant a lot to Ember. It meant that her mother cared, unlike her father, Uwaki.
After Ember and Sankō had finished their cake, Sankō having one piece and Ember having two due to her sweet tooth and incredible love for chocolate, Ember stated that she was going up to bed.
"Alright, night sweetie. I'll be gone in the morning, so love you."
"Love you to mom." Ember said, before trudging tiredly up the stairs and into her room. As she closed the door behind her, an eerie voice made her stop dead.
"So you're the human who has my Death Note."