Edit: June 17, 2019
I've revised this. Somehow, I got caught up in this fandom again earlier and this story crossed my mind. It's not going to be anything major, but I'm correcting grammar mistakes, rewording sentences, etc. I remember where I wanted to bring the sequel, so hopefully by the time I'm done with revisions I'll have my inspiration back. Rereading this has made me cringe so badly.
I was 14, all. What a time. I felt like dying when I read "collage" as opposed to "college" - is it possible to go back in time and slap yourself? Ha, I wish.
Hope you guys still appreciate the story. I get occasional emails saying I've got kudos on it, so I guess it's not that cringe worthy but I'd rather have it look nicer.
Thank you guys so much for all your support these past few years on this little project. It was a throwaway idea that's gained a lot more than I ever could've expected, so thank you very much.
"What do you suggest, then?"
Ryuk shrugged, not looking Kynsal's way. "I've no idea," he admitted. "I suppose just watch and wait. It should provide some entertainment at some point."
"Entertainment?" Kynsal repeated, eyes wide. Her pale white wings fluttered angrily behind her, and her blue eyes blazed almost white. "You call this entertainment, Ryuk? This is a child, you ignorant fool! A small boy - human, at that! I'd give in if it was an elf or something, but a human boy? No, you have to save him; take back the Eyes!"
Ryuk finally glanced up from the Pool of Transportation to look at the other God. "I can't," he confessed. "They're his eyes, now, Kyn, and there isn't anything I can do. He'd be born without eyes if I took them now."
He turned back to the Pool, looking down at a woman holding her infant child in her sleep. The boy, however, was wide awake and staring around the room with bright red eyes that had opened shortly after he was left, for the most part, alone. Ryuk knew this one was smart. Kynsal made a distressed noise and grabbed the back of Ryuk's neck. "What?" he asked, just before he ran out of air.
"If you can't take the Sight from him, then you might as well give the family some semblance of normality and cover the red shade in his eyes!" she cried in response. He struggled against her hold, long, clawed fingers grabbing at the bony fingers around his neck. "You understand!" she demanded, shaking him.
Black spots blinking at the corner of his vision, he nodded quickly, and she released him. He fell to the ground, hard, gasping. The loss of breath would not have killed him, but the old human instincts had kicked in, and for a moment he forgot that he could not die, especially from strangulation. He glared up at her with his own red eyes, just like the child's, and narrowed them threateningly. "Do that again," he rasped, throat sore, "and I'll make sure that the rest of your life here, however long that may be, is the worst hell you've ever experienced and ever will again."
She rolled her eyes. "Whatever. I don't care. Just cover the red," she hissed.
"Just one problem," he said, and she narrowed her eyes in response. "What color could possibly cover red?" he questioned, and Kynsal looked lost.