31 Yamishi's Messed Up Head Pt.1
It had been roughly five days since Yamishi had ordered the jackets to be fabricated and delivered, when finally the packages had arrived at Yamishi's house.
The delivery driver for the manufacturing company knocked on the door. In just moments a young man opened the door. This young man was shirtless and showed a six-pack of abs with strong yet lean muscles. This young man was Yamishi.
The delivery driver looked Yamishi up and down, 'He must be cold, it's nighttime after all.'
"Ahh, is this Yagami?" said the delivery driver while looking at the man's body in jealousy.
"Ya" Yamishi simply replied without much effort.
The delivery driver handed him a tablet and stylus, "Just sign here and here."
Yamishi followed the man's instructions and signed after quickly reading through it. "Done"
The driver checked the signature, went to the back of his truck and pulled out three large boxes.
"Need any help sir?" he said expecting Yamishi to reply with a yes.
"No it's fine, I can handle it. Thanks anyway." Yamishi replied, much to the surprise of the driver.
Yamishi then proceeded to pick up a box with ease, giving the driver even more reason to envy such a person.
Yamishi had quickly taken all three boxes to his room ready to open them. He pulled out a knife which he had taken from the kitchen and opened one of the three boxes. Inside was what he expected, there were his black jackets covered in plastic wrap. He pulled one of the jackets out and cut it out from it's wrapping, then putting it on. It was a size medium for men. It was a little small and tight but overall the jacket felt comfortable. He then took out a large jacket and tried it on. This one was a perfect fit so he decided he would wear it from now on, or at least until he got a custom one.
With this, he could finally change the big red writing on his website from sold out to in stock. He smiled at this.
"what do you think Ryuk?" Yamishi said as he sat down on his bed.
"... They're clothes" Ryuk said with visible confusion.
Yamishi shook his head, seemingly disappointed in the answer which he received.
"You really have no sense of Fashion. I don't blame you though, in the end, you're a Shinigami." Yamishi said while walking to the light switch and flicking it off.
Ryuk stared at Yamishi with glowing eyes. He wasn't angry but still agitated, "What's that supposed to mean?"
Yamishi now back in bed closed his eyes as he spoke one last time, "Don't worry Ryuk, tomorrow I'll show you something interesting hehe."
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It was finally Monday, which meant Yamishi could deliver the jackets to Misa.
Yamishi woke up with a smile, but not for the reason most would think. It wasn't because he could begin eating money, but instead because he had planned something for later in the day. Something he deemed to be more fun than becoming rich.
Yamishi spent the entire day thinking about what he was going to do as soon as school had finished. It not even once left his thoughts.
Recently, someone had done something to his little sister. Yamishi could see through his little sister's smile. Deep down, he could see she was terrified of something. When he asked about it she simply stated she was fine. After a little investigation, Yamishi had discovered that his little sis had a boyfriend. This guy had a criminal record. He had gone to juvie for a month after hitting his own mother.
With this information alone he could tell exactly why his precious little sister had been so timid lately. Her boyfriend had hit her most likely and that made him incredibly angry. He wouldn't let anyone do this to his sister anymore... He decided he would have some fun while ensuring this.
....
It was now the end of the day and Yamishi was out of school. He had planned out the entire evening perfectly, every step planned to perfection.
He walked to where his sister's boyfriend lived, making sure to take every street which didn't have cameras, luckily not many in the area did.
Once he arrived at the house of the man, he walked up to the front door of the apartment. This was the perfect spot to confront him. There were no cameras or people, and as well as that, the entire area was largely abandoned.
Places like this weren't uncommon, due to cult or gang-related activity, areas would slowly become more and more desolate.
*Knock Knock*
"Heh.. hehe... hehe haha..." all that could be heard on the streets was an extremely disturbing laugh, one which would put any horror movie to shame.
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The Death Note will be rendered useless if the victim's name is misspelled four times.
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