How to Save a Life

Sometimes he forgot he wasn't human.

He wasn't human.

Then why did he look human? Why did he don human clothing, brush his human hair, clean his human face, and go to a human school?

Why wasn't he human, even after this?

"This is your punishment."

Ah. That's right.

It was a punishment.

For those who did nothing wrong, yet did nothing right...

Those who lived without truly living...

To understand the joys of life...

Were forced to send others to their deaths.

Kanda slipped through the pages of the book in his hands.

"This is your List."

"...A list?"

"You are a Noah. A being that sends the soul to the afterlife. A Shinigami, to say."

A thick book.

So horribly, horribly thick.

"This is your List. You will monitor every human under the list and send them to their afterlife. If you miss their deaths, they'll be treated as though they never existed...their soul will simply wander in eternity, suffering, without escape. A penalty of ten more people added to your List."

It was a game, wasn't it?

"But it's alright. If you send a soul successfully, the page pertaining to the human will disappear."

Kanda flipped the page.

"And when your List has become empty of pages..."

He snapped it shut.

"You will be reborn."

"You will be free."

Kanda Yuu was a Noah. A Shinigami, death god, reaper, whatever you may call it.

He supervised humans and judged their souls.

Were you a good person?

You were sent to the afterlife, where nothing is good, nothing is bad, and nothing changes. A boring world that one had no conscious of.

Were you a caring, selfless person?

You were be reborn.

Were you a pure, kind-hearted soul?

You were granted a wish.

Were you evil?

You were sent to Hell.

Were you a lifeless doll?

You were a Noah.

Kanda Yuu was a Noah. He did his work proficiently, checking up on the humans on his List for their deaths, making sure that their souls never slipped out of his hands. For five centuries, he was a Noah.

A perfect Noah. A Noah desperate to be reborn into a human.

But only to be free.

He didn't see what was so great about being human. Humans were weak, they were stupid, and died.

Noahs could never break. Living forever, until their contract ends.

Their bodies were indestructible.

But their souls were very weak.

Kanda guarded his protectively.

But it was better than being a Noah. Noahs had to witness every gruesome death.

Kanda hated it.

"Who are you?"

"..."

"..."

"I'm Kanda."

"...Why are you here?"

Coughs.

Shivers.

Pain.

He was dying.

"...I came to reap your soul."

The man stared.

"You are a death god."

"..."

"..."

"You state the obvious."

The man on his death bed held up a small pistol.

"Then if I kill you, would I revive?"

"..."

"..."

"...No."

A pregnant pause.

"You're lying. You're a death god. Gods should have the power to revive the dead."

"..."

Kanda leaned over to the man and opened. The gun fit inside his mouth.

"If you die, I would escape death, right?"

"..."

Stupid human.

Didn't he know that deaths were inevitable?

The trigger was pulled.

"Damn, Kanda. I know we can't die and all, but shouldn't you be careful? You only have one body; don't scar it up," Tyki scolded lightly, a cigarette in the corner of his mouth.

"...I don't see the harm."

"Did he shoot you in the eyes or something?"

"..."

Humans.

They always believed that by killing him, they'd be able to cheat Death.

He couldn't die anyway.

He wasn't Death. He was a slave of Death. A human bounded by a contract he was forced to sign.

There was a large difference that humans didn't understand.

Humans were stupid.

Absolutely stupid.

This was the first time he had screwed up.

While watching over one human, he had forgotten another.

Another ten pages were added to his List.

He was so close too. There were only two names left in his List. Had he not screwed up, he would've been able to lose a page and concentrate on the last human before finally being free.

One stupid, stupid human had costed him his freedom.

Kanda growled angrily, sitting upon the branches of a tree, watching said human.

The one named Allen Walker.

This is a story that is simply for my entertainment. December 32's next chapter is in progress, but I was having a hard time, so I decided I needed a refresher. This is my first form of shonen-ai story. I can be a fangirl, but I know it's unrealistic, so I try to be as realistic as possible.

It's based off a short manga called Sarashi Asobi (The Revealing Game). It was very cute and I loved the story and drawings.

Sorry it's so short. It's only an intro.

Thank you for reading.