Apple of My Eye

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     Ryuk sweated profusely as he flew through the division of the Shinigami Realm and Human life. The sweat turned cold from the harsh breeze and dripped up his back. 10,000 feet. He was nervous, but Rem was right. Belly-aching over it solved  nothing. And what would being tied to Light really hurt? He just wanted to be near him. 70,000 feet. After all this time of admiring his wit, looks, charisma, and his overall aura, he needed to meet him. As he neared the human's space he thought of how Light was currently just a fantasy. Like a character in a tv show. But once he made contact, there'd be no going back. 40,000 feet. If a human touches a Shinigami's Deathnote, the Shinigami must stay with said human for the rest of his or her life (unless they relinquish possession of the Deathnote of course.) Ryuk wondered if he was ready for his imagination's version of Light to be either confirmed or denied. 10,000 feet. What if he's not at all like I dream him to be? Ryuk wondered frantically. What if he doesn't want the Deathnote? 6,000 feet. What if he fears it's power? Or worse, what if he doesn't and is foolish with it? No, no, I know Yagami is a smart man. 3,000 feet. Ryuk felt sick, not just from plummeting face first, but from the unknown. He knew what he could see from the Shinigami realm. But humans? 999 feet. He feared, also, how Light would react to him because he was a Shinigami. Since Yagami was so studious, it was likely he was not a faithful man. 700 feet. He seemed to induldge in more worldly knowldge. Ryuk's mind started to move to the more simple aspects of bunking with a human. 400 feet. Once he is used to me, will he buy my apples? Will he understand my needs? 100 feet. 50 feet. 10 feet.
     Ryuk's spindly legs met the grass of the front yard of the Yagami residence. It was night, though it wouldn't have mattered if it was broad day due to the fact that no one (aside from a beholder of a Deathnote) could see him. He stood, hesitant, mind still racing. Is this moral? Will I tell Light that I placed gave the Deathnote to him on purpose? He started making his way to the side of the house, then floated up to Light's window seal. Should I place the book on the seal? No, too obvious. I'll make it look like an accident. He searched around the window and floated up a feet or so more. The gutter. Perfect. It's just above his window. He's bound to see it at some point. Ryuk slid the Deathnote into the gutter. It was freshly cleaned, just his luck. He layed it spine down and the swift breeze made the hard cover lightly smach against the metal gutters. The sound of it was subtle, yet annoying because of it's repetitiveness. Ryuk moved to a large tree where he could sit eye level with Light's window, satisfied with his placement. For the first time since he reached land, he looked at Light. He was too nervous to at first, but when he finally did, it was like all his anxiety melted away. Light was in bed. His chest moved up and down rhythmically. Ryuk eyed over is room. His comforter he was curled under was a calm blue. Simple, but lovely, Ryuk thought to himself. He had books on pale green shelves lining his walls. Ryuk knew all this, but was finally getting to see it up close. He felt a peacefulness from Light's room and longed to go in. It's not like anyone could see him... yet. But he didn't want to cross any unspoken boundried. So, he waited. Watching. As the Deathnote cover went
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