The spirit swooped down to the ground in front of a throne, his wings retracting as he landed, there sat the King of his own kind.

"My lord," the spirit said bowing down.

"Ryuk," the King began unhappily, "there are rumors about you having 'relationships' with a human witch, and that you conceived a child by the name of Harry Potter. Are they true or false?"

The spirit, Ryuk, hesitated, "They are true." he managed to say without sounding too frightful despite the fate he knew he will probably have to face.

The King gripped the arm of his throne in anger. "You dare to affair in an illegal relation against your own kind!" The King bellowed. Ryuk and the two servants who stood by the throne flinched at their King's furious reaction. The King then became unexpectedly calm. "Are you aware that this is worthy of a level 3 punishment?"

Ryuk said nothing as fear starts to crept within him at the thought of getting a level 3 punishment. He doesn't know what happens but he's heard it-is-bad. With a capital B.

"This is a very serious situation Ryuk," the king said in a low and disappointed tone. "A half Shinigami, half human being can be very unpredictable, especially when they are born in a wizard family. But he was born human wasn't he?"

Ryuk nodded, too afraid to speak.

"Well then," the Shinigami King said, "the longer his Shinigami powers remain unused it should disappear within the next few years as his wizard powers overtake his Shinigami side." He turned to his servants, "Take him away for his punishment."

"What!" Ryuk frantically. The two servants began to drag Ryuk by the arms. "Wait! You don't understand! Harry needs my help! This could be a whole new generation of Shinigami! He has the eye of a God of Death!"

The Shinigami King's red eyes widened. "Stop!" He commanded his servants. "Bring him back here." They did as they were told, Ryuk let out a sigh of relief. "What do you mean by the eye of a Death God?"

"Nearly ten years ago a dark wizard was after the Potters, the family Harry lived in, the wizard killed his mother and-"

"You didn't bother to save her?" The Shinigami King said astonished.

"She was destined to die that night," Ryuk said almost mournfully, "so was her husband. But for some reason Harry wasn't meant to die yet. That wizard tried to cast a killing curse on Harry, but it didn't kill him. But the scar left on his forehead, the evidence of the curse, brought out Shinigami eye in the eye below the scar." The spikey haired Shinigami pointed a clawed finger to his right eye to indicate where Harry's Shinigami eye was.

The Shinigami King rubbed his chin in thought. "Interesting," he said, then he stood up and walked towards Ryuk. "Ryuk, it is now your mission to make Harry Potter a complete Death God, when the time is right. And he shall be given his own Death Note soon after he discovers his true form."

The Shinigami King handed a black leather note book to the rogue Shinigami.

"Yes, my lord," Ryuk bowed once again to the King.

"You may have been lucky this time," Shinigami King leaned towards Ryuk until their faces were a two inches away from each other. "But next time you won't be so lucky to escape your fate. Do you hear me?"

"Yes sir," Ryuk replied with fear and respect.

"Now, away with you," Ryuk complied to the command, his black wings came out from his back and he took flight.

The Shinigami King watched as Ryuk flew away. "Oh Ryuk," he shook his head, "what have you gotten yourself into?"

Harry looked out at the very gloomy day through a window. The cheery and bright sun was hidden by the vast amount of clouds, hiding the harmful UV rays. The wind blew through the trees and plants and made vacant swing sets swing without a soul sitting in them. Every now and then lightening would appear and thunder would follow soon after.

It was days like this Harry enjoyed. It was his own definition of a beautiful day. With the light of lightening creating enchanting blue cracks in the clouded sky. It took his mind off of the recent events that happened during that month.

Just before school ended and the summer holidays began Uncle Vernon broke his neck after tripping and falling down the stairs at work (he was using the stairs because the elevator was out of order). He didn't die but he was in paralysis. Aunt Petunia and Dudley were horrified (Harry was just shocked that his Uncle used the stairs). Petunia was especially terrified because she didn't have a job and went through a frantic panic attack.

A week after Uncle Vernon had been hospitalized Petunia went to find a job in London with Dudley, she left Harry with Mrs. Figgs, where she and Dudley died in a car accident caused by a teenager who ran a red light, and into the Dursley's car, then took out a gun and shot himself in the mouth, killing himself.

Mrs. Figgs and Harry heard it all on the news. Mrs. Figgs was shocked, maybe even shaken to the core a bit, Harry surprised himself by not feeling bad about his family's deaths, but hid it and put on a tragic "It should've been me," face so Mrs. Figgs wouldn't think he's a horrible demon child who feels no pity and cares about nobody but himself. Though Harry did feel a little bad from looking at Mrs. Figgs leg she had broken from tripping over one of her cats, which she didn't seem quite as fond of as before.

From seeing as Harry had no family at all now, and the depressed expression on Harry's adorable, and girlish, face, Mrs. Figgs said that he could stay their until she was able to call a friend to help him with this ordeal.

A loud and ferocious strike of thunder appeared. Scaring Mrs. Figgs, the cats and practically shook the house, but Harry didn't bat an eyelash. He just sat as if there wasn't an ear-splitting clap of bright thunder, that could've easily blinded him, just flash right in front of him.

A knock sounded at the door.

"I'll get it," Harry said getting up off of his seat at the window.

"Oh no," Mrs. Figgs said, "you don't have to get it. You're a guest, let me get it."

"It's no problem," Harry said reassuringly as he walked towards the door. "Besides, I was closer to the door and you don't need to be on that leg for too long."

"Oh, what a gentleman," Mrs. Figgs said appreciated.

Harry twisted the doorknob to reveal a teenager, who no taller than Harry, with white hair, extremely pale skin and shinning sapphire pink irises. The stranger blinked, and so did Harry. The stranger blinked again and so did Harry. Then Harry said uneasily, "Um, may I help you?"

"Am I at the right house?" The albino boy said to himself squinting at a piece of paper in his hand.

"I don't know, let me see that," the albino boy gave Harry the lined paper note. It said, Privet Drive Number 3.

"Yeah, this is the right house," said Harry.

The albino boy sighed in relief. "Good, cause I don't know any other house in this neighborhood that has the scent of cat," he took a whiff of the air, "and old lady." Harry chuckled.

"Hay, I heard that!" Mrs. Figgs said from the couch. "Hiroyuki, what are you doing here, aren't you supposed to be in Tokyo? Where are you're parents."

"I'm taking a break from my work," albino boy, Hiroyuki, said. "My parents had some business to take care of."

"Okay, but you could have called first, and as you see I already have a guest." Mrs. Figgs said gesturing towards Harry.

"We did," Hiroyuki replied, almost harshly. "We called you last week, and the week before that."

"No you didn't," Mrs. Figgs denied confused.

"Really?" Hiroyuki said with a firm disbelieving face. Hiroyuki walked over to the house phone, he leaned with his face so close it was practically pressed against his face. After a minute of staring he pushed a few buttons then leaned back as the answering machine came up with a recording of a man's voice saying:

"Hey sis, how are you doing? Everything's going fine here. Except there's been an incident at work that involves me and Suki to move out of the house temporarily. We were wondering if you could take care of Hiroyuki for the rest of the summer because its too dangerous for him to stay with us. Call me back when you get this message. Thanks, bye."

The message ended and Mrs. Figgs sat there on the couch with a dumbfounded look on her face. "Oh, I guess you could stay, since you're already here. But where are your things?"

"In my backpack," Hiroyuki pointed to his black backpack behind his back.

"Wait a second," Harry said, "I just realized something. Where are you going to sleep? There's only two bedrooms and both are occupied."

"I can just sleep with you," Hiroyuki said making Harry's jaw drop to the floor in disbelief.

"U-uh, that's okay," Harry said nervously holding his hands up, backing up at every step Hiroyuki took toward him until his back was pressed against a wall. "I don't mind sleeping on the couch, really!"

"No, no," Hiroyuki slammed his hand on the wall space close to Harry's head then said silkily, "A pretty little thing like you shouldn't be alone at night." He leaned his head into Harry's ear and whispered, "Even if its just sleeping." Harry shivered and blushed as Hiroyuki's hot breath tickled his ear.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, not in front of the elderly." Mrs. Figgs said getting up on her crutches. Hiroyuki sent her a glare for disrupting the moment. "Your uncle is a bad influence on you."

"And that's why I'm here in cat city," Hiroyuki said making Harry laugh. Mrs. Figgs pursed her lips but said nothing as she headed towards the kitchen.

"Hiroyuki, did you eat anything?" The albino shook his head 'no'. "Are you hungry? Me and Harry could fix something up for you."

"Arigato gozaimas, but I'm not hungry," Hiroyuki said. Then he grabbed Harry's hand and lead him to the guest bedroom. "We'll be in our room."

Hiroyuki closed and locked the door after they got into the room. Harry was still blushing madly about having to sleep with someone, a boy no better. Hiroyuki turned around to Harry leaning against the door with his arms crossed and his stare intense only making Harry more nervous than before. They stare at each other for a while. Pink sapphire meeting an emerald green.

"Why is your hair like that?" Hiroyuki abruptly asked. Harry was taken aback by the question.

"Wha-what do you m-mean," Harry began backing up fretfully, Hiroyuki slowly, quietly walked toward him, like a predator stalking its prey.

"You know what I mean," said Hiroyuki lowly. Harry tripped on his own feet falling backwards onto the twin size bed. Hiroyuki crawled on top of Harry, hands on either side of the raven haired boy's head. "Now," the albino caressed the right cheek exposed from the fall yet the black hair sill covered Harry's eye. Harry stared on with anxiety and a pinch of fear as Hiroyuki went on, "let's see what's behind that black curtain."

Using the finger that caressed the porcelain cheek, Hiroyuki hooked the strands of hair hiding Harry's right eye with his finger. With courage and bravery, Harry slapped the hand away and tried to get out from under the older boy. This was Harry's first mistake, he realized, as both his wrists were grabbed by one of Hiroyuki's and held above his head. Hiroyuki may have looked scrawny but he's certainly stronger than he looks.

He gave the ten-year-old underneath him a dangerous look. "You shouldn't have done that," Hiroyuki growled. Harry shook at the merciless tone in the teen's voice. This time Harry didn't do anything as Hiroyuki moved the hair covering his right eye, only to reveal that it was closed. "Open it!" Hiroyuki demanded. In fear, Harry complied.

Hiroyuki froze at the sight of that red, glowing eye where there should be another green. Yet...there wasn't. The eyeball was completely red with yellow irises. His hold on Harry's wrists loosened. Harry took advantage of the opportunity to get out from under the Japanese teen ran across the room and stared at him. Hiroyuki too stared at the other with wide eyes.

The room was dead silent, except for the rumbling thunder and the pitter-patter of raindrops on the roof, and Harry's quivering breathes.

"Harry," Hiroyuki didn't know what to say. This is a situation he is not familiar with.

"I know, I know," Harry said miserably face-palming, "I'm a freak."

That statement shocked Hiroyuki more than the boy's red eye ever could. He went over to a crying Harry moved Harry's hands and chastely kissed him.

Harry's eyes widened, he was caught off guard. He has never been kissed before. And it felt, somewhat, good.

After a few seconds Harry's brain registered the situation. He separated their lips and quickly scooted backwards into a corner several feet away then furiously wiped his mouth.

"What the Heck," Harry cried. "Why did you do that?!"

"You stopped crying didn't you," Hiroyuki muttered.

Harry was about to argue when he realized that Hiroyuki was right. The kiss did take his mind off of his eye long enough to stop crying. Harry's face suddenly turned a very dark shade of red in embarrassment.

He was just about to ask Hiroyuki where in the world he got that method from when, out of the blue, the electricity went off bringing darkness to the bedroom and throughout the entire house.

"What happened?" Harry asked frantically.

"The power's out, baka," Hiroyuki mumbled.

Harry didn't know what 'baka' meant but judging by the way the other boy said it he guessed that it was meant to be an insult.

"We better go see if Aunt Arabella is alright," Hiroyuki said getting up off the floor. "Sometimes she gets freaked out when she's alone in the dark for too long."

Harry nodded, fixing his hair as he followed after him, but at a slower pace. Who exactly is this guy, he thought. I mean he's attractive and all. But who is he? And why did he kiss me. Harry blush at the memory of his lips being pressed against Hiroyuki's soft yet slightly chapped ones.

Harry froze in the hallway. Realization hitting him as if he had just ran into a brick wall. That Hiroyuki stole his first kiss! First-kiss! Oh, Harry was going to get back at him for that. Then he remembered how aggressive Hiroyuki was in just wanting to see the his hair covered.

The raven-haired boy leaned with his back against the wall. One day he'll get Hiroyuki. After he gets to know the Japanese boy better to prank him. With planning and knowledge of Hiroyuki, Harry could get back at him; at the right time; at the right place; and with the right equipment. For now, he'll just see what else that boy knows.


Oh like you didn't see the yaoi coming when I made Harry gay-er. But I can honestly say that I did not plan for an OC like Hiroyuki to come into the story, it just happened.