Though it was reaching one o'clock in the morning for Light and the others, late afternoon was just arriving for Christian. The young man let out a small sigh as he sat inside his apartment on the edge of his bed. He had a guitar resting in his lap and the strap around his neck and shoulders. Christian's glazed over, sky-blue eyes stared forward as he leaned to the side and let his hand rest on a digital clock as he searched for a button on top of it; never letting his eyes turn towards the clock.

He finally reached the button and pushed it, hearing the electronic voice speak out loud, "Four-twelve PM"

"It's already blimey four." Whispered Christian in irritation that his day was quickly slipping away. He didn't have anything planned but to practice on his guitar work since he didn't work until the evenings. Plus, the day's events had gotten to him and he needed to relax, though it was impossible after what he had been told.

"Are you still here?" Asked Christian as he heard a few flapping noises and a dark voice replied, "I told you already. I can't go anywhere."

"Well, I'm not housing up some bloody stranger. So, you need to clear off." Said Christian as he pulled the guitar strap off of him and placed it next to him on his bed. "You heard me. Leave!" Said Christian as the dark voice let off an amused chuckle. "Haven't you listened to anything I've said to you?"

"Yes, I have and quite frankly I think it's daft. This bullshit of yours won't work on me. So, get out." Demanded Christian as he slowly stood up and moved his eyes across the room, waiting to hear the voice.

"Actually, I have a hard time comprehending your human slang." Said the voice as Christian leaned towards the wall next to him and grabbed his walking stick he had been using since he was a child. He quickly put the stick in front of him as a weapon and replied. "I don't believe your story. If this is you're sick way of gallivanting then I'll have none of it! Everything you've told me is ridiculous, not to mention impossible!" Shouted Christian as he took a step forward in cation, ready to hit whoever was in the room with him.

"Kid, talk in english, please. Half the things you say get me so confused." Said the voice as it came closer, but Christian could tell that the person was exceeding taller then he was. Christian lowered his stick as he moved his eyes upward until he was practically staring up at the ceiling, though his eyes wouldn't allow him to see anything, but darkness.

"You're voice sounds like a demons," Whispered Christian as a dark chuckle reached his ears again as there was a response. "A death God tends to be more on the dark side when it comes to both voice and appearance."

Christian took a step back and whispered in shock. "This can't be true. It's impossible."

"There is one more detail you may be interested in hearing before you decide to give up the notebook. Christian looked at the floor, listening intently to the creature in front of him. "Well?" Asked Christian, but there was no response.

"Bloody tell me! Are you trying to get me brassed off?!" Asked Christian, bringing his eyes back up towards the creature. His brows furrowed to show his anger.

"There's a deal we can make with each other. It'll take half your lifetime, but...It just may give you the one thing you've been missing all your life." Said the shinigami as Christian's eyes widened in shock.

"Are you saying...You can give me sight?" Asked the blue eyed man as he dropped his walking stick to the ground. The shinigami chuckled sinisterly and replied, "More then just sight. You would see the world like no other human has."

Christian fell to his hands and knees before the death God as his eyes swelled with tears as they stared at the ground unknowingly. Blonde locks fell past his shoulders and tiered all the way down to the ground, just barely making a touch. Years people had told Christian his appearance was soft and beautiful, yet the hair always tended to make him occasionally be mistaken as a woman.

Though Christian's facial features and elegant straight hair tended to tell people he was a woman, his attire and boney structures in his hands said his gender was male. Christian's clothing was simple, nothing pleasing to the eye, but in the end, Christian never cared about his clothing or feminine features. After all, he couldn't see them.

"I want to see. Please, I beg of you." Whispered Christian as his head lifted, peering up towards the ceiling again.

"Are you positive? This will strip you half your remaining life time. You're willing to do that?"

"Yes…yes, please…we…we have a deal." Christian said as he continued to gaze up. He heard a dark, amused chuckle before he closed his eyes; something extremely bright flashing before him.

"Hn…it's done," the Shinigami said as he saw the boy close his eyes quickly. Slowly, the boy opened his eyes and peered up at him, squinting them slightly. He blinked a few more times before fully staring at him.

Christian wasn't all shocked with the appearance of the death god. Sure, he never could have believed Shinigami existed, but now he saw it with his own two eyes. "Oh…my…God…" Christian said as he came to that sudden realization, he was seeing; actually seeing, it blew his mind.

Christian examined the Death God. His voice sounded male, and so he assumed that it was. The male Shinigami wore a headdress made of large white feathers and white fur lined the bottom of it. Underneath the fur there was a patterned cloth that attached the headdress to the humanoid Shinigami's head. One small ornament was placed on each side of the headdress as two strings attached from each one, another feather dangling from the strings.

Bone like tissue covered the Shinigami's upper chest, shins and feet, along with his left hand. His hand had long fingers, with deadly nails that threatened to rip you open; on his fingers were a few rings and his wrist held a small, jeweled bracelet. His right hand, however, was replaced by a hook and had metal running all the way up to his elbow. He wore what looked to be a fur type white skirt that covered his lower half until his mid thigh. The skirt was cut unevenly, with jagged edges and a loose, chain belt at the top with a few jewels on it along with three small skulls. The Shinigami wore, what seemed to be a thick, white cape, attached by two large metal bands with great circular intricately carved shoulder pieces.

The death god looked humanoid; he has two legs and two arms, with one head complete with one set of eyes a nose and a mouth. These features however, were distorted. His eyes were small and beady followed by an almost nonexistent nose. His mouth was what seemed to talk up most of the space on his small, compared to his body, head. He was extremely tall, with long legs that were almost taller than Christian himself. His arms were lengthy, and stretched to his knees, especially in his slouched position. His exposed skin looked leathery, as if it was woven together and gave of an appearance of looking scarred in some areas.

"You may call me Zellogi," He stated looking down at the man that was still on his knees. Christian didn't know what to say; the only reason he wasn't particularly frightened was that he didn't exactly know the concept of normal. He understood that this defiantly wasn't; but it was his first thing he had ever truly seen and he didn't know exactly what was what.

"Zellogi." Christian whispered as he looked at the shinigami with compassion and gratitude. "Thank you...Thank you so much." Whispered Christian as he looked up at the death god as if he was an angel.

"Don't thank me just yet." Said Zellogi as he let out an amused chuckle. "You have yet to experience the torment the Death Note brings others."