The sweeping of the hollow wind came across the wall between myself and the shinigami world. I continued to stare at the soulless creatures. How pathetic, I thought, none of them are aware. How frighteningly pathetic.
Then a vibration, like a sonic boom, broke the clear barrier. I'm free, at last I'm free! I could feel the pleasure of life radiating below me. So much life, a rare thing for me to see while I'm up here. This separate dimension that I must reside in doesn't even let me watch the malignant world they live in. Ah, the human world, so many foolish mortals to play with, so little time. Although I have yet to know what's to happen just yet. The only reason that hinderance of a cage had broken was because the human world was soon to be unbalanced. It was my job to keep that balance. From the day my eyes first opened that has been the duty I've been so graciously given. Though I have no right to complain, a being of my caliber shouldn't dawdle on thoughts like that.
I jumped, fully ready for my new human soul to be born. I was prepared to return to this world. The innervation was unbearably pleasant. The edge separating the living from the dead gave in as I traveled down. I would finally be able to feel physical sensations! Living beings always take that for granted. Though there is a price for coming down to this place. I must carry and hold in the overflow souls. Anytime that there are too many shelless souls, beings like me have to carry them within myself. It's not too bad, until they get restless. You can feel the struggling and despair. Of course, the physical pain is something I can easily handle. But the screams, those voices that cannot be heard by any living thing; the sound is something no man nor machine could ever replicate. A low pitched crying- screaming- that only shuts up after they are passed on into the next world. Yeah, that's the worst part about it.
It seems that it has only been a few years since I had last been to this current world. How queer. My conscience naturally returned to the body in which I had last resided in. I awoke 5 feet under Yanaka Cemetery. Annoying. My body was almost fully decomposed. It seems to have retained some of my reviving power even after my "death" since it seems to have retained quite a few of it's features.
About 30 seconds. That's how long it will take to completely heal this shell. I waited, pondering what I should do within my unknown time limit. That's when I felt it. A maniacal buzz of death swept over my body and mind. I knew that feeling only a few times before. It was a specific pain related to death note's being used improperly. By a mortal. A human has once again gotten their hands onto a death note. So this is what I was sent down here for. How exciting.
Light beamed down on my freshly healed body. I glanced down at the grave I came up from, the dirt had so obviously been dug up and put back. I stepped onto the ground I had just risen from. Grass began to grow, then once at the peak of it's life, quickly die off. I allowed the grass to just about mature and walked out of the cemetery. How should I toy with mankind today?