A/N: This idea came to me while I was job shadowing for school earlier today. Don't ask where it came from, because it had nothing to do with the career I was observing. Anyway, enjoy.

I nearly stumbled as I raced down the rainy streets of Winchester. I wasn't entirely sure where I was going, giving that I don't have the ability to see, but I knew I just had to get away. Ignoring the urge to turn around a listen for the potential sound of a attacker pursuing me, I instead kept on blindly running, stomping into a muddy puddle and drenching my faded blue jeans. Kira... You can actually kill people without direct contact... Remembering what L had said on TV a few weeks ago, I allowed myself to come to a steady stop. I could feel my heartbeat pounding in my ears as I slowed, my body pushed past all limits as I collapsed into the faded light from the streetlight.

I had no idea where I was. I had no idea how long I had been running. I just had one key word in my head: survive. As soon as my parents had toppled over dead, I feared that I would be Kira's next victim. My parents were murderers, that I know all too well. They were convicted, tried, and found not guilty, but they still reminded me weekly that they had gotten away with murder and that not even justice itself could set boundaries on their reckless ways.

It seems justice has caught up, for while we were eating dinner, I heard their lifeless bodies fall onto the hardwood floor. I, fearing that Kira would punish me for being remotely related to them, took off running out of our house and into the streets. Not my smartest move, considering all I can see if blackness. It's all I've ever seen, unless I had dreamed, which was a rare occurrence.

And so I just sat there, the cold raindrops splashing onto my ghostly pale skin and drenching my raven hair. My parents, even being cold-hearted murderers, had always complimented me of my looks. My mom always said my hair was as black as night and eyes so blue you could compare them to the sky. Obviously they had forgotten that I have never seen the sky, or blue for that matter, so I didn't know what they meant by this. I might have seen the sky once or twice in my dreams, but the only color I could distinguish was black. The color of everything in my world was black.

As I sat there, utterly and miserably soaked at that point, I felt something bounce off of my head. It felt like a book, I noted, and as made out the spine as it slammed against the top of my head. I heard pages flutter as the book bounced onto the ground and raindrops steadily drumming against the surface. I grumbled and rubbed my head in an attempt to massage out the pain. After feeling around on the damp pavement, I located the book, which felt like it was made from leather-like material. I scoffed as I took it in my grasp, running my fingers over the surface. Well, this book's ruined. I held it up above my head, "Anyone lost a book? Anyone at all? C'mon, it's raining rain, not books."

"…I'm standing right in front of you. Can you not see me?" A voice that sounded anything but human spoke. I compared its voice to the odd combination of metal grinding against metal, and someone with a severe throat problem. It sounded rusty and sore, and immediately sent chills up my spine.

"Nope, I'm blind," I managed to reply evenly, smirking a small grin as I forced myself to remain calm. "This book belong to you?"

"Blind?" the voice echoed, ignoring my question. After a moment of hesitation, it continued, "Ah, that means you can't see. Poor you."

You sound sooooo sincere. I thought dryly to myself, before replying, "Yeah, most people know that automatically. You not from here?"

I heard evil cackling right above me, as if I had just told some sort of joke. Not seeing any humor in my question, I simply raised an eyebrow and looked up in the direction I thought was the voice's owner. I patiently waiting for it to get over it's laugh-fest. "Hehn…Hehn… You could say that, I suppose."

"Any particular reason why you just went into a creepy fit of laughter?" I asked dryly. "Or do you just do that for fun?"

"You really can't see me, can you? Most humans scream at the sight of me," the voice said, sounding slightly amused. "Very well, I am Envy, a shinigami and the previous owner of the death note in your hands."

"…Shinigami?" I repeated, my unseeing eyes flashing as the word slid off my tongue. "As in, a god of death?"

"That's what I just said, didn't I?" Envy replied with a hint of annoyance. "You are now the owner of that death note."

I had to force myself not to be so sarcastic I looked insane. At this point, I had thought I had finally lost my mind and was talking to some fictional character I had created in the depths of my insanity. Except for two problems: one, mentally I was stable and two, this couldn't be a dream; I could see in my dreams. "Death note. Right. Now, on the off chance such a thing exists, I am blind." I put emphasis on those words, annoyed at having to repeat this again. "Therefore, I cannot read or write."

"Whatta shame," the shinigami drawled. "The other kid with a death note is so serious all the time. I was hoping you could shake things up."

"Sorry to disappoint you," I muttered before holding up the book again. "I'm going to be no source of entertainment to you. You should just go back to wherever you came from."

"Aww, that's no fun," Envy pouted in that hoarse voice of hers. "What if I make a deal? I can make it worth your while."

This sounded suspicious from the start. Shinigami offering to make bargains didn't sound very appealing, even though this one sounded as unintelligent as some of the boys from my school. Lacking intellect can make bargaining with it even more risky. Even so, I was curious and at that point I had nothing to lose. "...I'm listening."

"What if I give you the power to see souls?" Envy asked excitedly. Her voice seemed a bit more high-pitched than before, as if she was eager to hear my response.

This sounded straight from the sci-fi books. The ability to see souls given to a blind girl by a shinigami. Maybe I have lost it. "See souls? Do I look that gullible?"

"I'm being serious. Shinigami have the power to see the names of humans and the souls of animals. I can stretch the rules and give you the ability to see the souls of humans. Sound fair?"

"What's the catch?" I sighed. This sounded very tempting. I've never been able to see before and if there's the chance that I could see anything but blackness, anything at all, then you've pretty much won me over.

"Half of your remaining lifespan."

The shinigami answered a little too eagerly for my liking. But something about her sounded trustworthy, so I decided to consider it. I went over my fifteen-year-old life, looking for any signs that the other half of my life is significant in any way. It didn't take me long as I reviewed my life. "Go for it. Cut it in half. Do whatever."

"You answered fast," Envy commented, cackling slightly. "How come you are willing to give up your life that much?"

"I'm blind. What am I supposed to do for the rest of my life?" I retorted, shooting up a glare at the direction I thought Envy was standing. "I can't do anything."

"I see. You think because you can't see that you're useless to everyone, right?" the shinigami questioned in a slightly amused tone.

"I just see no hope in my future. I can't do anything for myself because of this stupid disability," I said hatefully. "If there is a chance that I can do things myself for once, any chance at all, then it's worth half of my pointless life. Go ahead. Half it."

"…Any second thoughts?"

"Goddamn it, Envy!" I groaned, clutching my drenched raven locks with my pale hands. "You brought this up, go through with it!"

"Alright. ….Half of your life, gone…." About a minute passed by before the shinigami spoke again, "And now blink!"

I obeyed and immediately gasped. A purple, glowing outline of a monstrous-looking creature stood in front of me. It appeared to wear a cloak over a skeletal torso that had pieces of decaying flesh hanging off of the yellowed bones. The legs were long and spidery: not to mention their were eight of them. They also looked composed of bone, and were hidden under the ragged cloak.

The arms were as bony and skinny as the legs and had long, sharp claws protruding out of the hands. The head appeared human-like. It was wrapped in bandages with four eyes bulging out of their sockets, even though the rest of the head is wrapped. Two eyes were bigger than the other, the latter shown beside the larger ones. The wrapping was ripped at the jaw, revealing a yellowed, human-looking jaw with jagged teeth. It was missing a few teeth here and there, creating gaps in its sadistic-looking grin. It was simply a horrifying and hideous creature- and I saw it!

"Judging by the paleness of your face I'm guessing you can see me," Envy asked dryly, waving at me with a bony hand. "Hello."

I blinked before remembering waving was a form of greeting, and raised my own hand in greeting. The difference is, mine had flesh on it. "You look as creepy as your voice."

"You're too kind," the shinigami responded in the same dry tone as before. I began to shift in circles on the concrete and gazing up at what I assumed was buildings. I guess I looked surprise, because Envy spoke again, "But it's satisfying to know it worked. I was almost afraid it wouldn't."

"This is amazing!" I breathed as I made out blue outlines of people as I looked around. So that's what we look like. I had felt over my body many times to try and piece it together, but seeing it with my own eyes is a totally different experience. Everything besides the colorful outlines was the normal black, making some souls look like they're floating in midair. Nevertheless, it was a breathtaking experience.

"Human souls are seen in blue, animals in red, shinigami in purple, and spirits or ghostly entities in green." Envy explained, gesturing to herself when she said the shinigami's color.

"I don't know what colors are. Except black," I replied flatly, running my head through my hair, causing a few drops from my hair to splash onto the pavement. I had my back turned to her, facing some building with an abundance of red outlines. Possibly an animal shelter.

"Well, I am purple. Anyone you see in these buildings is probably a blue, though they could be green. And I would hope that you know the difference between a human and an animal. I'm from a different realm and I known that."

"So that's blue…" I murmured, observing the calm, pure-looking color in a nearby building. I looked over my shoulder curiously towards Envy's soul. "…Are my eyes like that, Envy?"

"Why does that matter?" she asked, sounding confused. "I guess. They're a bit paler."

"Amazing…" I breathed again, taking in all of the souls around me. Cats, dogs, humans… I think I even saw a spirit or two. And people say ghosts aren't real. I felt myself grin widely at the irony and the fact I had the ability to see them.

"Humans are fascinating. They take amusement in the simplest things like colors." Envy chuckled slightly, watching me as I shifted around in circles. I was so into looking around, that I almost didn't here the shinigami speak to me. "Sarah. Sarah. Sarah!"

How does she…? Oh, right, they can see human's names. Creepy, she knew my name the moment she saw me. "What is it?" I said, irritated as I looked over my shoulder at her skeletal body.

"Someone is coming this way. He looks like he's heading towards you." Envy warned. "Oh yeah, and only you can see me. So unless you want to look crazy, don't talk to me in front of other people."

My heart rate quickened. Kira? Did Kira find me? Am I going to die even though I just got my improved vision? I shifted in reverse-clockwise until I was facing the blue outline of an older-looking individual. By that point, he was only a few strides away. Running would be pointless. (Not like I could get anywhere anyway. Everything was still black except the random splotches of colors, so I would be as blind as when I left my home.) Frozen in place, I could only sit there as the figure got closer and closer. And the only thing that was on my mind was two sentences: Where did I go wrong? What have I done to be proven worthy of death by Kira?

A/N: Like it? This is more of a prologue kind of thing, really. Introduction. There will be no ?xOC pairings, because I would never make it work. I hope you enjoyed it, I think I might potentially continue this one. But that depends on if it gets good enough feedback. (I'm not begging for reviews, but if you like it, at least let me know you'd like to see an update. Nothing extravagant, just letting me know this isn't a complete failure.)