The Shinigami was not a pleasant deity. He was regarded by some as the single most evil, cruel, and twisted being that ever lived. He took pleasure in torturing people's souls in the afterlife and in the living world. His teeth were stained from the blood of the many creatures he feasted on. That didn't even cover his horrid appearance, a dead purple complexion with white hair and two red pointed horns.
As you can tell, not a nice guy
So you can imagine his response when Kami came into his office, her ever present smile plastered across her beautiful (to any mortal, the Shinigami had forgotten what true beauty was long ago) face, asking for a favor
Kami's smile turned to a frown at the Shinigami's response.
"Please?", she asked, hope still in her voice.
The Shinigami just picked his head up and looked at her. Kami's frown deepened.
"Why not?" The Shinigami sighed a bit as he placed his Torture Daily! magazine down on the table in front of him. He was just getting onto the article about how to best drive Sharingan users insane by degrading their eyesight and such.
"By using the Shiki Fuujin, he effectively offered his soul to me for all of eternity. If I just start letting these sacrifices go, that going to kill my credibility as the death god! I can't afford to lose anymore, especially since Amaterasu's party". Both of them involuntarily shuddered at the memory, best not to think about it, they both echoed each other's thoughts.
"How about I buy his soul from you then?" she quickly questioned.
The Shinigami eyed her wearily. "What could you possibly have that would be worth a soul under my domain?" he asked. When Kami pulled out a couple bundles of mochi, he mentally cursed her cleverness. It was impossible to get good, handmade mochi in the afterlife these days, and it was the one treat that the Shinigami (secretly) indulged in. Kami grinned internally when saw the Shinigami's face contort a bit from the amount of internal cursing going on, because she knew that she had him now. She felt a little bead of sweat form on her head when she realized she had just successfully bribed the death god with sweets.
"Ah, ah ah! Not yet!" she said when the Shinigami groped for the bundles of sweets in her hand. "I want his wife's soul too".
At this, the Shinigami's eyes narrowed again, darting between Kami and the mochi in here hands. After a few seconds, he let out a defeated sigh and snapped his fingers. Two jars suddenly appeared on his desk filled with some kind of ethereal substance that Kami easily identified as souls. He quickly traded the jars for the mochi with Kami and started digging in to them. Kami let out a illustrious, beautiful laugh, before disappearing in a shower of golden dust and sparks, illuminating the whole office of the Shinigami, leaving a small sakura flower protruding from under the floorboards where she had last stood.
"Showoff", the Shinigami grumbled under his breath, not that he cared much anymore, he had his mochi after all.
Kami gazed down upon the huge world that was sprawled beneath her view point. She loved all her children in the world, and that would never change, but she couldn't help but be upset and disappointed occasionally at them. For example, the reason why she had visited the Shinigami, the small child known as Naruto.
In truth, he was known by more people as simply the Kyuubi brat than Naruto. He was not attacked or mobbed by the people, but something almost as horrid. He was rejected, ignored, forgotten, but worst, he was alone. His parents were dead, he had no friends, the parents of children his age directed them away from him. The Sandiame Hokage of Konoha cared for the boy as much as he could, but he was the Hokage, and could not be around the boy often, only occasionally visit him and pay for his rent and food. Her decision to go to the Shinigami had come after she had witnessed, much to her joy at first, the boy had managed to find some children to play with him at the playground. He joy soon disappeared and was replaced by pity as she watched the children's parents intervened and took the kids away from Naruto. She realized at this point, she needed to help young Naruto, to give him people to be a friend to him, or even more.
She picked up the two jars before her, unscrewing both and watching as the souls drifted out. Her hands lit up in a bright gold light as she made their new bodies. She planned to send them to where they had died, the same age as young Naruto. She knew they would have to be careful not to draw attention to theirselfs, but knew they would be able to handle it. Once the bodies were created and the souls successfully integrated, they both disappeared in a bright gold flash, reappearing on earth where their final resting place had been.
"Be there for Naruto..."
AN: This is my first attempt at any serious fanfiction. The idea occurred to me last night and I just wrote it up this morning. You can expect the next chapter in a few days, and expect it to be a lot longer.