I'm not sure what about that girl caught my eye. It wasn't necessarily her appearance, though I will admit she was pretty cute. It had been the way that she looked at me. When we passed each other on the street, she did a double take. That had never happened to me before.

See, when you're a god people don't notice you. If you get their attention by talking to them or waving your hand in their face or something, sure they'll see you. But five minutes later they'll forget. I'd never say it out loud, but it gets a bit lonely.

This girl had noticed me. She hadn't looked through me, like most people did on the streets, she had looked right at me, straight in to my eyes.

So when she pushed me out of the way for a car in the street, that confirmed how different she was even more. And when I saw her body fly through the air and hit the ground, I felt guilt and anger and sadness, stronger than I had ever felt them before in my long life. Because this girl, without even knowing me, and just gotten herself killed for me. The one mortal who had ever looked at me, not through me, was dead. As I watched her friends run to her unmoving body, I knew that it couldn't stay like this. This stranger had saved me, and now it was my turn to save her.

I had thought about death before, everyone has, but I'll tell you that it isn't something you can describe without experiencing it.

When I pushed that boy out of the way, I hadn't been expecting to die. Would I have still saved him if I had known I would be killed? Well…honestly probably not. So I guess the main word that flashed through my mind when I felt myself get hit was, "whoops." "Whoops," as in "I had not idea this would happen," and "I don't even know this kid, why am I dying for him?"

But it was over, I was dead, and I had never been one to dwell on the past extensively. And dying, well, it wasn't so bad.

There was no pain. It was like, as soon as my body realized I was dying, it shut off all of the pain I fight have felt from getting hit by a car. Kinda nice, actually, since it would really suck to die and also feel pain at the same time. Doesn't seem like it would be very fair.

But that wasn't the weird part. It got really crazy when I realized that I was floating above my own body. Like, I was a ghost, or my soul, and I was leaving my body. It would have been fun, floating around, if I hadn't had to watch all of these people, my friends, gather around my body. Even if I felt no physical pain, watching my friends cry hurt more than anything. I noticed that the boy I had saved was gone, which pissed me off because I had died for him! You'd think he'd stay to show some gratitude or sadness or something.

As I watched the ambulances speeding toward the accident and the people crying and taking pictures, I noticed something weird. What I was looking at, the scene, it was fading. Little by little the people and landscape below was becoming see-through, and I got really sad because even though I was dead I guess I had kind of hoped I would just stay a ghost forever so I could fly around and check up on people. I even cried a little, because it had really hit me that I was dead and I didn't want to be.

And just like that the world I had known was gone, and in its place was a new world. My body touched to the ground and I was given a chance to really observe my surroundings. This world was vast, I couldn't see any sort of horizon, and flat. The sky was a dreary blue-gray and fog coated the ground. There were shadows all around me, and I realized with a start that those were people, dead people .I looked down at myself and realized that I was basically see through. Not as much as the ghosts around me, but looking through my arm I could faintly see the rocks on the ground.

I sat down with a thud. Would I be stuck here forever? Alone, with no one to talk to, just wandering this world for eternity? This was it. I was really, truly dead now, and there was no going back.

It wasn't particularly hard getting to the Far Shore, I am a god after all. What was basically impossible was finding that girl in a sea of ghosts.

After searching for what was probably an hour or so, I was about to give up when I finally found her. She stood out among the gray, her hair a vibrant brown and the school uniform she had been wearing still violet. She was newly dead, so that was probably why she wasn't completely ghost-like yet.

I wasn't sure how to go about talking to her, since she was probably in shock or really freaked out or something. Plus I didn't know how much she would want to the see the person she died for at that moment. But if I just stood around, she would probably disappear into the mist and then it would be impossible to find her.

So, I just walked right behind her and said, "hey."

Well, she jumped about ten feet in the air.

"AUUGGGHHH! What the- hey," she had gotten very still as soon as she saw my face, "I know you. You're the guy I saved! Oh my god, don't tell me you died anyway?"

I couldn't help but laugh. This was turning out to be a lot more entertaining than I thought.

"I'm not dead, I'm a god. Yato, the delivery god…"

She blinked a few times, and I was pretty sure I knew what was coming.

"Hmph. I've never heard of you."

Yup, just as I thought.

"Uuuggghh, does no one know who I am?" Well, whatever. I'm Yato, I'm a god, even though on one seems to know me, and I'm going to get you out of here."

The look on her face was priceless. I mix of gratitude, happiness, surprise, and disbelief. It was great.

"You mean, get me out of…" she gestured around her randomly. I couldn't help a smug smile. I loved it when my clients got all flustered.

"That's right. I'm bringing you back to life."