The next few months end the same as the first day I remember, me collapsing on the ground, observing the surroundings just as I'm about to fall asleep.

Somehow, I survive. Random bits of food lying around, and having run into a clean water source every few days. I wonder if any gods are on my side, then wonder what gods are.

As I wonder this, I come across a battle. A giant amount of people with familiar headbands against another amount of people with even more familiar headbands. I realize the familiar headbands are a rock and a leaf. Red liquid is everywhere, and people are screaming at the other.

Death. I realize that I can see two of the same person, one a light shade of blue and the other a bloody lump on the ground.

Walking around, I free the blue people who want to be freed, and help the people who want to go back to their body. How odd, that only one other person is helping me. It's a person wearing a black cloak, wielding a scythe. They notice me a few seconds after I notice them, and we make our way towards each other. I don't notice everyone freeze, as if time itself has stopped.

"Hello," I say when what I assume to be a male is in range to hear.

"Hello," They reply in a grave voice, confirming that they are indeed a male. I stare at the man, noticing his hands are bones.

"Your hands are bones." I comment, looking around at the dead people around with the blue people. He chuckles, hood moving as if he nodded.

"Yes, they are. Who are you? What are you?" My focus returns to him.

"I don't know. I don't want to remember, either. Do you know?" He shakes his head, whirling his scythe around.

"No clue. Want to travel with me? It seems that although you can see me, you are still alive, you are visible to others, and need sustenance." I nod.

"Sure. And yeah, it's odd. Is there anything else that's like that?" The cloaked man hesitates.

"A few. There are demons, Akuma, angels, Tenshi, and vampires, Kyuketsuki. Do you have a thirst for the blood around you? Do you have a hunger for the souls around you? Do you have a need to help these people?" I shake my head.

"No, not really. I just wandered around to talk to the blue people. When they asked, I helped them to either free them from the dead bodies or help them stay in the dead bodies. Should I feel any of those things?" The man shakes his head.

"You are not anything that I listed. I am Death, the ruler of all shinigami, or gods of death. Do you know if you are a god of anything?" I shake my head, frowning.

"I can't remember much, but I don't think I am. Ah, what's a god?" I can feel Shinigami's disbelieving stare as he's silent.

"I'll tell you later. I have a job to do." I nod, noticing that time stopped. The blue people didn't stop, though. They were still moving. All of a sudden time started moving again, and I watch as a yellow blur slays many people, blue people floating out of the dead bodies.

Soon, the people with the rock headbands ran away, yelling things to each other. The people with the leaf headbands' mood seemed to raise, and some even cheered.

Since I was where the rock-people were, they all noticed me. I waved. Some waved back, others threw kunai at me. I watch the incoming kunai, hoping that they would all miss as I stood as still as I could.