Well I blame Nilah. Thanks to the Plot Bunny Exchange for the idea (it's not my idea by the way, I'm just writing it)

re-touching some things since I noticed that my Mac and don't agree on my punctuation all the time.

Raito never understood his sister that much. Why from a very young age she would crawl into bed with him when their parents had refused her entry into their bedroom. Why the trip simply from her room to his was enough to cause her skin to become moist with terror due to the darkness of the hall between their rooms. After all, even with Sayu's smaller legs it was only 3.5 adult strides and 7 tiny Sayu steps directly from her bed to his room.

But the dark was something that had bothered her, this intangible absence of light, this thing found behind closed eyes, drawn curtains and night was something that for reasons that baffled Raito frightened his little sister half to death.

Raito had, for his entire life lived in this darkness. Day, Night, eyes wide open or closed tightly shut made no difference to his existence, gave no insight to the world around him.

But unlike Sayu who could experience the light of the world, and could not uncover the mysteries of the night, Raito had never been exposed to the light, had never experienced the day. Raito had been born without the ability to see.

Raito knew unlike some blind people his eyes were perfectly formed and intact. According to his mother they were a beautiful honey brown, although the description was quite lost on him. But it seemed a nice colour as honey was nice tasting and the curtains downstairs were soft feeling and he had been informed they too were brown. His eyes were sweet and soft, unlike the eyes of others who could not see, he was told sometimes their eyes were sour. White like crudled milk, sour and vile or vapid blue like glass, cold and hard, unfocused and unseeing.

People often had trouble believing he was blind, especially upon meeting him on teritory he was familiar with. He rarely walked with his cane, it made him feel as an invalid, it made people talk about him as though he was an invalid. He was blind, not deaf, not retarded, just unable to see. The rest of his abilities, especially the most important such as his ability to think, were all functioning normally if not even better then normal.

From a young age he had trained himself to follow noises with his unseeing eyes so people would feel he was looking at them, to read ink on a page with his sensative fingers so as not to rely on brail, he trained is other senses to not only make up for his lack of sight but give him a perception that he felt was even better then sight. The dark that he existed in was not something to be afraid of, but something to concur, and that was something that Raito simply did.

So when walking home from school he almost fell because he slid on some stupid peice of garbage he felt for the first time in a long time he could understand a little of his sisters long past fear of being unable to see the hazards in life.

"The hell..." Raito muttered under his breath "looking around" with his ears to listen for anyone who may have caught his moment of clumsyness. Hearing no "is he okay" or "ha ha" around Raito leaned down and felt around his shoes to find the offending trash and prevent a secondary occurance.

'Wet, wet, wet hard and thick? Stupid people leaving their stupid books.' he thought to himself retreiving the notebook from the ground. Giving it a shake to remove some of the water from the rain off of it he brushed a hand across the cover to gather how much damage it had recieved from the moisture and him stepping on it.

It was a pleasent surprise to find the book shockingly in an exceptional state. Even with the beating it was firm and undented.

'Good quality book' he thought continuing on his path.

10 steps to the pavement, direct towards sounds of traffic 15 paces, hit yellow dented line turn left , 42 paces, listen for signal sound, listen for cars, 5 paces relocate sidewalk line, enter station 10 paces to ticket gate, Suica has 6 more charges, 5 now, turn right, 6 paces and 12 steps. turn left wait for train.

Raito unlike most people loved the rain, he loved carrying an umbrella, for many other blind people it was a hinderance, one more thing to carry taking up their only free hand. For Raito who adimently refused to carry his walking stick it was an excuse to be a little lazy, many people tapped their umbrellas, the noise assisted him in judging the distance between him and them, and gave him an excuse to do the same on stairs. Enabaling him to explore the areas away from the yellow lines on many sidewalks in Japan made explicity for people like him. Those lines made him feel weak and he avoided them.

Sitting on the train Raitos fingers danced over the cover of the book. Tracing the slight difference in texture over the cover telling him someone had written on the books face.

'Ro? Yo?... this isn't kanji... Death Note??' Raito ran his palm over the cover, checking the words again, 'Death Note? Seriously? God what kind of freeky kids book did I pick up.'

Flipping open the book he felt along the pages hoping for a name written down, but the pages were pritine and unused.

'Maybe it's the companies name... Still perfectly good notebook' Raito thought to himself sliding the book into his bag.

3 days later

"Hyuk hyuk hyuk"

Raito lept from his seat knocking is chair over, all his senses scanning his bedroom trying to find the source of the sudden and strange laughter.

"My notebook is going to run out of pages if you keep writing in it at that pace, I don't think I've seen a human use it that much."

"W-Who are you? What's going on" Raito called out staring at the voice, willing his eyes to function for once so he could locate his assaliant. He could hear the person but this was the first time Raito acctually felt blind. He could hear them but that was it, although the voice was close he couldn't feel the intruders body heat, couldn't smell their sweat or shampoo, and couldn't hear his floor creaking even ever so slightly under the pressure of the weight of another person.

"So who have you killed?" continued the scratchy, disembodied voice. Raito backed up a little hearing the voice come closer, sensing some kind of movement in the back of his mind where one could imagined his "Sixth" sense was.

"K-killed??" Raito stammered only seconds before the voice launched into a bigger laughing fit.

"HYUK HYUK HYUK Printed media HYUK and the HYUK HYUK 21st century! HYUK HYUK HYUK This is too much!!" gasped the voice somewhere around the level of Raito's waist. "OH you are an interesting human, to use the Death Note for...

Hyuk hyuk hyuk NOTES!!"

"W-what else would I use a notebook for?" Raito started, fear all but gone and quickly replaced by anger.

"Didn't you read the instructions?"

Raito blinked.

"On the inside cover?"

"I... never noticed any instructions." Raito admitted, not having given the Notebook much thought past "sweet free book" and a small debate on what to place IN the offending book.

"Never noticed? What are you blind they're clear as day"

Raito always hated that expression.

"I am blind"

There was a long pause that began to unnerve Raito as the room still felt empty to him.

"Seriously?"

"Yes"

The voice erupted into a laughter that Raito had to plug his Ipod in on loud to block out as it lasted the rest of the night.

Okay, Thank you to DementedHinkypunk who actually knows someone that's blind and so was able to point out some of the glaring mistakes in this.

Due to popular demand...

THERE'S GONNA BE ANOTHER CHAPTER!!

I need to make some notes for where I'm going with this since I'm not sure. Occasionally I'm in Nilah's plot bunny forum (not often but sometimes) I might be putting this bunny out to pasture if it starts getting to hard.

Other than that

HOLY CRAP 29 REVIEWS!! (That the most I've ever gotten) And so many people favoring it *Sobs with appreciation*

You'll be getting that chapter 2 by jove... You'll be getting it.