Prologue

A hollow wind billowed through the ruins of a once great tower. The patter of inconsistent foot prints echoed through the crumbling stairwell as a skeletal figure came into view. A grotesque grin was etched across his face, spiky brown hair inexplicably sprouted from his head. A black suit jacket and a pin-stripe vest covered his torso and was completed by a red tie worn loosely around his neck. Black leather pants led down to combat boots. He was an imposing figure, but by far the most intimidating feature had to be the black eye sockets that had two red glowing pupils amidst the hollow holes that glowed like burning embers

"Farewell Ryuk." He whispered as a brief expression of pain flashed across his face, almost like he was straining to remember something that wasn't quite there. The intended memory didn't find its place. Instead he briefly reminisced of the days prior to his visit with the infamous Shinigami that had once lived among the humans.

Ten years I've been here, and nothing ever happens! The Shinigami thought bitterly. That changes today, today I change the human world. His red embers gazed at his cards as he laid his hand out. "Well Midori, it looks like I win."

"Fine! Take the damn book! I don't need it anymore anyway." He flung the leather book across the table leaving in a fury.

The skeletal figure gingerly grabbed the black book from the table, the silver title catching the low light of the world. "Death Note." It read in scrawled hand-writing. The Shinigami retrieved his own death note, briefly comparing the two before confirming its authenticity. If it was at all possible, his grin seemed to grow wider as ugly black wings extended from his back. He took to the skies, flying over to the portal to the human world.

He arrived at a vortex in the middle of the dead ground. Blackness swirled till it reached a point that glowed like a star. For a moment all that was shown in the vortex was that very blackness, swirling infinitely; however, a sky view of an American city took place of the darkness. The roofs of several buildings were visible from the evening sun's glow. The Shinigami took know interest in the scenery and merely tossed his knew death note upwards. Pages flapped as the leather book fell into the portal, but the Shinigami was already gone as it plummeted towards the earth.

The Shinigami regained his focus to find himself before the very same portal, the vision was the same, only this time it was night. Black wings extended from his back and he plunged into the portal. High winds whipped at his body, pulling at his loose clothing as he hurtled through the darkness of the vortex until her emerged in the city he had previously seen. His wings began to flap as he was propelled through the air, soaring through the city.

He blinked his eyes and the world was shrouded in a red tint as the names and lifespans of citizens he couldn't even see from his height appeared. More importantly a beacon like glow rose from the outskirts of the city. He had found his owner. With a determined grunt he hurtled through the night sky towards his destination. He arrived at a split level house within seconds and simply passed through the wall of the second story room to find himself in the bedroom of a fourteen year old girl who hadn't, yet recognized his presence.