Hi guys~! Just so you know, this is a crossover. It's the (first) Death note/Eragon crossover. I was reading the last book of the Eragon series (finished it : )) And this plot bunny hit me in the head. I know this is a crossover, but I couldn't find the name of the book series so I just decided to say 'Death note'. If you haven't read the books, then that's fine. I will make sure that you don't have to read the Eragon books just to be able to understand the story. I'll change a few things from canon anyway... Even if I do find out how to put this as a crossover, I don't think I will... I hope I don't get in trouble for this, but I don't know what else to do... T_T

Disclaimer: I don't own death Note or Eragon...

Thoughts

(Translation)

Different

As a child, I never thought that I was different. You see, let me explain what would be 'normal' for one of my kind.

I am an Urgralgra, or in the human language an Urgal. My race has a war-like culture, and is not the smartest bunch of people. They have lots of violent customs. When I say that, I mean a lot. For example, your rank depends on how many and well you can kill. Not mention that to find a mate, rams (adult male urgal) fight (and half of the time, kill) each other.

I suppose you're wondering what we look like, huh? Urgals in general are shaped similar to humans... Exept for the fact that we have grey skin, either brown, grey, silver, white or black hair, amber where the white in human eyes are, and slitted pupils. Did I also mention that we have horns? Ram horns to be exact (if a ram's horns were torn off, then he would be stripped of all honor).

We also have sharper teeth, claws, eat lots of meat, and are much taller than any other race. The kull, who start out as urgals, are over 8 feet tall. They are by far the tallest of us, and are basically just urgals who grow very large. It's not really hereditary.

We are stronger and faster than any but the elves (who are superhuman when compared to, well, humans). Even those of us who are not kull are large when compared to the other races (especially the dwarves... Kyahahahahahaha!)

The average size of a ram is about 6'6, and a dam (adult female urgal) is usually about 6'2. I am rather small for a dam, at 5'11. I have short grey hair (it is dangerous to have long locks in battle), and orange eyes. I am slim, and have grey skin like the rest of my kind. My horns are a grey-brown, and are medium-sized.

I suppose we should start the story now...

-1111-

I was different. But I didn't know until I was about 10. We age a bit slower than humans, about 5 or 6 years, and stay if our prime for much longer. I was play-fighting with my friend, Nragh. I was losing, obiously, considering that I was that runt of the litter and he was a kull.

"Gahhh!" I groaned, angry that I couldn't overpower him (which was how almost all battles between the cubs (Urgal child) went, one would overpower the other). I bucked at him as our heads butted together and we pushed against each other.

"Grrrr, give up already, Kranth!"

"Never Nragh... Gack..."

This went on for another hour, until I was pushed backwards as he finally overpowered me. I stumbled back, panting. I looked him over, examining him.

My eyes stopped at his left leg, where his brother had scraped him (which is impressive, considering the fact that our skin is thicker than boar-skin). I sucked in a deep breath, and dove forward. He jerked his whole body towards me, expecting me to start head-butting him again. I dodged at the last minute to my left and tripped him by scooping his injured leg from underneath him.

He fell backwards, and groaned in pain. My eyes orange and yellow eyes widened, I hadn't expected it to work...

"I won? I won!"

I looked around, and half of the other cubs were staring at me. "How did you beat him," another runt asked me. "I took advantage of his weaknesses..." I replied, grinning. "You did what? What does that even mean?" "...I kicked him in the leg." "Oooohhh..."

It was just about here that I realized that I was different, I was smarter. I made an effort to learn other languages other than Urglaga. It's a very guttral language, and nearly no one but Uragals speak it. The other races can't pronounce it at all. And, well what do you know, I could speak the langage of the humans by the time I was 14.

I was strong for an Urgal, and went into battle often. I suppose it's time for a lesson on how our blood runs hot. Every Urgal has it, this... bloodlust. It hazes our vision red, and makes our blood burn. It's partly why we have so much violence in our culture. We love war because of this. It's similar to human's adrenaline, it adds to our already extreme strength and speed. Not our intellect though...

It even improves reflexes, eyesight, the works. And every Urgal loves it, so do I. It comes very easily, and is pretty hard to control...Let's skip to present time, shall we?

-1111-

My slitted orange and yellow eyes snapped open as I woke up. I sat up, cross-legged, on my bed of cloth stuffed with moss and leaves. I scratched at the grey bramble bush that I call my hair between my horns with my claws.

I got up (my bed is on the floor), and streched. I smiled, feeling my spine stretch and pop underneath my bare, scarred (from all the fights I've been in) grey skin and muscles. I sleep shirtless, and in my undergarments. It's damn comfortable.

I slipped on chest bindings, a brown, torn animal-skin shirt (it was torn at the bottom), and a clean lion-cloth. I slung a rather jagged sword over my shoulder, and ran my clawed fingers through my hair. After picking at my teeth, I headed outside of my home. It was somewhat of a hut in my village.

I glanced at the cubs, and smiled. I would like some of my own someday... But not yet... I snapped myself out of it, and headed out of the small town. I was damn hungry, and I was going to hunt.

"Kranth!"

I glanced to the side as Oonghrd, a dam who was quite a bit taller than I, called for me.

"Yes?"

"Hunting?"

"Yeah..."

"Can I come?"

"No."

She furrowed her brow.

"Why not?"

"You are the worst hunter I have ever met."

"Fine..."

Without looking back, I sprinted towards the forest. When I finally got there, I strode right into the leafy forest. After looking around, I spotted a few deer droppings, and glances around for prints. I saw some a bit to the lefy, and started to track it. After an hour of this, I still hadn't caught up to the deer.

I heard a rustling to my left, and I looked over towards the noise. A very plump rabbit jumped out of the bush, and grinning wickedly, not believing my luck, I threw my sword at it. It caught the animal in the haunch, and was impaled into the ground.

The rabbit shot off, limping horribly. I quickly grabbed my weapon, and started chasing it. The hunt was on. I chased it far into the forest. I was very suprised that it wasn't already dead from blood loss.

Left.

slight right.

Right.

Through a bush.

Straight.

Left, again.

Go faster...

I chased it long and hard, so imagine my suprise when it finally collapsed. I stumbled a bit, and picked it up by the scruff of it's neck. It was fat and grey, and bleeding at the leg. I smiled, he was going to be delicious.

I was snapped out of my smug smiling by the sound of water. I looked around, and my eyes widened. What. The. Hell. How far did I chase this thing, anyway?

I stood at a lake, and there was no lake in the forest. Ooookay... Whatever, I just want to clean my rabbit. I trudged, still barefoot, to the lake and started washing the blood from the rabbit's fur coat.

At about this time, the lake sort of... ate me? I don't know how to describle it. It sucked me in? Yeah, that's it... It sucked me in.

I was washing the rabbit, when it sucked me in and my senses were overpowered by water. I flailed (still holding onto Rabbit), and it sort of... stopped me? Froze me? Yes, that's it.

I was frozen in the green water, slowly suffocating when I heard a voice.

You are most unusual. I love to screw with people, I might as well send you to the shinigami's human world... An extra element to the mix... I also can't just let you drown.

...Barzûl... (a curse in dwarvish)

Now, now no need for that kind of language... Now let's see, you will need a place to stay, knowledge of the realm, and a human appearance.

What?

You'll see~!

I felt a tug in my gut, and pulled my rabbit closer to me. Like hell I was letting anything happen to the rabbit I went through hell to get.

...Fine, you can take the rabbit...

Yes! Wait, where?

Bwahahahahahaha! Have fun~!

WHAT! WAiiiiiiaaaggghhhh...

I trailed off as I dropped into upconciousness.