That night Hiroyuki and Harry lie awake on their backs in bed listening to the rain pounding on the rooftop of the house. Harry focused his eyes on the ceiling trying to keep his gaze away from the pink sapphire orbs staring at him.

Neither of them said anything. Hiroyuki was just staring at Harry as if studying him. Trying to memorizing every feature on the right side of Harry's head, but mostly, he studied that eye. Wondering if he was born with it, or it was made in a lab and it was surgically attached to the petite British boy's eye socket.

Harry on the other hand was just nervous. From the short time he has met Hiroyuki Harry knew perfectly well that if Hiroyuki could get pretty aggressive if he didn't get his way. That fact scares him a little bit. He didn't want Hiroyuki to be mad at him. Not that he liked the teenager or anything. Well, okay, Harry does like him but not "like" like him. The kind of like you would have for a friend, or a hamster, or for Cocoa Crispys cereal. Okay, scratch the Cocoa Crispey cereal thing, every kid loves those things to the point they pretend to marry the box.

"Do you see anything unusual with that eye," Hiroyuki asked breaking the silence.

"What do you mean," questioned a confused Harry.

"I mean do you see something that no one else can see," Hiroyuki explained.

"Oh, yeah," Harry replied scratching the back of his head. "It's actually very strange really."

"How," Hiroyuki said curiously sitting up on the bed.

"Well," Harry began, he too sat up, "when I cover my left eye my vision turns red and I can see people's names and a number floating above their heads. "

Hiroyuki squinted his eyes at him. "Really?" He rubbed his chin in thought. "What does the number mean?"

"I don't know," Harry said. "But every year that went by it would drop by one number above my relatives' heads."

"Hmm," Hiroyuki thought for a minute. "Interesting. Cover your left eye and tell me what my name and number is."

"Um," Harry felt awkward about the demand. No one has ever took the time to let him explain about his red eye's ability, so this was a bit unnerved. "Okay." Harry said complying and did what he was told. His vision was red and illuminated the dark spaces for him in the room that was only visible during the flashes of lightening. He looked at Hiroyuki. Above the Japanese boy it said:

Hiroyuki Usami

42

"Hiroyuki...U-sa-mi?" Harry had to sound out the last name. Why do foreign people have to have such complicated names, he thought to himself.

Hiroyuki's eyes had widened almost to the size of saucers. He never told Harry what his last name was and he highly doubted that his aunt had ever told Harry anything about him. Aunt Arabella had a pretty short attention span sometimes.

"And the number?"

"Forty-two," Harry answered removing his hand from his eye.

Hiroyuki was silent, deep in thought. He didn't say anything. Neither did Harry but only because he was waiting for Hiroyuki to say something. Harry's mismatched eyes stared at the gazed light pink ones. After about ten minutes Harry yawned and decided to go to sleep if it was going to take Hiroyuki this long to say something.

"Well," Harry said tiredly, "good night Hiroyuki."

"Night," said Hiroyuki after a few seconds in a delayed reaction due to his train of thoughts.

As Harry went to sleep Hiroyuki was contemplating about the whole situation with Harry. A foreigner like him barging into his relatives house when there's already a guest staying there, a kawai one at that. Foreigner ends up sleeping with cute boy. Finding out about the mystical red eye the cute boy has. It all sounds kind of like something he would read out of one of his uncle's books.

With inspiration and ideas Hiroyuki got up off the bed walked over to his backpack at the end of the bed. He took out a laptop that seemed to big for the backpack he just pulled it out of without the corners of the computer bulging at the sides. Hiroyuki went back and sat down on his side of the bed. He opened the lid of the portable computer brought up a word document and started typing.

Some time later while Hiroyuki tapped away on the keyboard he felt the odd sensation that someone was watching him. He looked up and around the room, but he saw nothing in the dim-lighting of the laptop. He thought about looking out the window when he remembered the bed room was on the second floor. So that option was out of the question, yet he still looked out the window. He could feel that there was something, or someone, there watching him. All he saw was the rain pelting down on the tree branches by the window and from across the street but he still felt that there was and entity there, watching him, studying him, waiting. He glared at the oustside as if willing to entity to go away. After a few seconds of glaring daggers at the window the feeling faded.

He turned his glare, that softened to compassion, to Harry's slumbering and nearly motionless face. Hiroyuki smiled one of his rare smiles at the sleeping beauty. The peaceful porcelain skinned face still but the little chest moved with every sleeping breath that was took. Harry looked very much like an angle who lost his way from Heaven and fell down to Earth. Learning how to adjust to society and all of it wonders, along with its mesmerizing beauty that is Earth's nature.

He watch Harry for a few minutes before turning his attention back to his computer. Golting down scenarios that came to his mind.

Ryuk watched as Hiroyuki typed on his laptop. He was glad that his son had found a friend who didn't freak out at the sight of his Shinigami eye. Yet he felt insecure, because some of the things this kid does can be considered for sexual harassment. But when he saw how affectionate he was toward Harry he couldn't help but feel relief. Harry at least had a friend whose real, and 'human', Ryuk was no exception because Harry doesn't even know he exists. Well technically Shinigamis don't necessarily exist in the human realm. The only way for humans to see a Shinigami is to have Shinigami eyes, born a wizard, or a witch, or you have to be extremely sensitive to the spiritual world to see a Death God.

The Shinigami wondered when Harry would discover his Death God form. The longer time goes by the more his Shinigami powers build up and could possibly infect his wizard power core. Also the combination of wizard and powers of a Shinigami could be unstable. It was even a miracle that Harry lived this long without killing anyone just by looking at them.

Ryuk desperately, sort of, wanted to tell Harry of his true origins. Maybe on his 11th birthday? Sometime when he goes to Hogwarts? No, just the information of being a wizard is too much for some people. Plus it's too much stuff to take in for an eleven-year-old child, containing the powers of a God of Death and a famous wizard who 'supposedly' defeated a dark and powerful wizard when he was just an infant. Kind of unbelievable if you ask him.

Ryuk flew away from the window phased through the side of the house, out of the pouring rain, although he is not affected by it, and into the kitchen. He spots a fruit bowl and picks up a shiny red delicious from amongst the bananas and peaches. He took a bite out of the deep red, once forbidden, fruit, savoring the sweet, juicy taste it left on his grayish tongue.

He wondered if Harry would have an addiction to apples as much as he did. Ryuk had never seen anybody not like apples, and if Harry didn't then he needs a stern talking to. Apples are wonderful, and-what was that phrase people said about apples? Oh yeah, "An apple a day, keeps the doctor away." Not only did they clean teeth, but they're scrumptious too.

His thoughts went back to his hybrid Shinigami/Human-wizard spawn. Harry was a good kid, that is when he's not being sarcastic and all. He felt no remorse for using his Death Note to kill the last remaining human relatives of Harry's. They didn't deserve to live. Treating a child as if their a monster just because he has a special ability that's different from anyone else. It wasn't right. And it's bad enough with people judging you just by the color of your skin. Using the Death Note to kill Harry's relatives doesn't necessarily mean he 'saved' the child. He would've survived regardless if Ryuk had killed them or not. Besides he's going to Hogwarts soon. Harry would have nine months away from that retched place he had no choice but to call home. He would make brand new friends who would write to him and keep him sane.

Ryuk suddenly felt an empty feeling inside of his chest at the thought of not being able to officially meet his own son. He wants Harry to know who his real father is. Ryuk leaned against the kitchen counter with his head hung in despair. He wished that he could actually meet his son.

He ate the rest of his apple in one bite and flew up through the ceiling into Harry's room. He looked down at Harry's sleeping form. So peaceful and calm. The boy's long black hair strewn all over his pillow; he laid on his side as he sucked on his thumb. Ryuk smiled at the sight before him and flew out the window and into the raining night.