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Evening falls. The business of Michi begins to die down, people return to their homes, their loved ones, their well deserved rest. Gold light pools from windows, paints small suns in the dark. There is a warmth to the village, like a warm fire glow at the end of a chilly day.

Even fire has shadows though.

One of its shadows has come home.

He comes from the graveyard, striding down the pale path leading away from it as if the night belongs to him, a lean figure in ANBU white and black, painted, unseeing fox mask in place. A hood hides the hair but the steady assured pace, neither rushed nor slow, should be familiar to anyone that knows him. He's not going anywhere, just walking after the end of a long mission, walking because it means not stopping. Walking because he's still able to. Walking because he never stops, not really. There's too much following behind that might catch up.

ooc: I give you ANBU Minato. He's in his early 20s and slightly AU. Details are in his journal but it's safe to assume that all his canon close relationships are non-existent for this AU. ...unless of course it suits your character for this AU post! So! Come find him, have him come find you, assume any relationship you'd like for the course of this thread. For shippy stuff, he's het.
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He'd been in Michi no Sato for a little over a week and already Minato was finding himself baffled by the strangeness of the village. Aside from the many different versions of his son he'd come across or been told about, there were also plenty of repeat Uchiha, a female version of his son, and even a few Suna-nin; to be fair, three of them were the same person.

But right now, despite the torrential downpour currently drenching the village and surrounding area, he was visiting various points around the village to leave seals in inconspicuous places. So far, nothing of note had happened, but he wasn't Hokage (or hadn't been Hokage? Was he still Hokage?) for nothing, and he was a cautious man.

Which was why he was out and about in this horrendous weather, looking rather like a drowned yellow-and-white rat as he casually touched the banister of a random porch to leave a seal.
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When he opened his eyes and found himself lying sprawled on the grass somewhere, his first thought was, Huh. The afterlife doesn't feel very different. Then he remembered that, technically, he shouldn't even have an afterlife, since the shinigami had eaten his soul.

His somewhat pragmatic statement as he sat up was, somewhat understandably, "Huh?" And then he got to his feet and glanced down at himself. His clothes were completely intact, his coat as pristine as ever - aside from that ramen stain on the left side that had never quite come out - and he felt...fine. His chakra pulsed comfortably under his skin, he was not achy or tired and there was no kyuubi claw protruding from his chest.

"What the hell?" He was definitely supposed to be dead and yet, conversely... He was definitely still alive. Where am I and what happened?
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Minato was cautious as he stumbled upon the village. But it was probably unnecessary to exercise such caution because, well, he was dead already. At least he was supposed to be. This didn’t feel like the afterlife. Minato still felt as if he were alive, like he hadn’t sacrificed himself sealing away the Kyuubi. The holes that had been made in his clothing from the Kyuubi’s attack were still there. But the actual injury that he had sustained wasn’t. No left over scars or anything, just completely healed.

But if this wasn’t the afterlife, then what was it? Was Kushina here too? He would find the answer to those questions and more eventually, he hoped. For now, he just continued on his way. As he ventured further into the village, he didn’t feel any sort of hostility from the villagers that he passed. He did hear chatter of something called The Honoring, from what he could glean, it has something to do with honoring the ones that you cared about. Alive or dead. But he didn’t attempt to inquire about it to learn more. He didn’t know if anyone would even tell him if he did.

Still, as he moved through the village, his guard remained up just in case someone did turn hostile, though he looked fairly relaxed. Minato eventually managed to find his way to the supply district. Maybe it was just good fortune that he found himself there of all places, because with the state of his clothing as it was, he could use some things to repair them.

That or a new set of clothing all together. He could feel his wallet in his pocket, so he knew that wherever this was that he'd been brought to, he at least had some money on him. Though with how busy this place was right now with people preparing for The Honoring he was starting to think that maybe he should wait for things to die down before attempting to make any purchases.
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 He comes in as dusk settles, walking through the thin fog that clings around his legs and the tails of his coat, seeming to solidify as he walks.  Even the sound seems to remember itself slowly, for at first he's a silent ghost and it's only as he nears the faint golden ponds of light from the outlying village windows and the flicker of their bonfires that the sounds of soft footsteps in the frost begins.  Blond hair moves a little in the night wind, smoke and crisp autumn chill, and it takes the blue eyes under that fringe a long time to focus in the calmly neutral face.

He's not sure where he's going, just that there's a path in front of him that seems to lead somewhere and he supposes he will follow it for the moment.  When his chakra dissipated from his son's life, he hadn't expected to find himself anywhere - yet here he apparently is.  Lost so long in the mists of his child's life, drifting and unsubstantial, it's hard, now, to think of what's before him as any more real.  He's a dead man's chakra, released from its mission, a ghost from the past as sure as some of the old furniture and unwanted love letters being tossed away to the flames tonight and it's a strange relief that his hand doesn't pass through the tree he comes to stand near on the edge of someone's bonfire, pausing in his journey onward because the road can wait and even ghosts seem able to appreciate the heat from a stranger's fire in the falling night.



ooc:  just a note - Minato's actually very solid but it's going to be a bit before he gets past the idea that he's a lost ghost.  Or that what's in front of him is really there either.  He's been unable to touch anything for a very long time.   Head-canon says a part of him is still trapped with Nine-Tails Yin inside the death god so there's a part of him missing but he'll solidify despite that as he goes.  And I apologize in advance that I am a very slow tagger.  Life is busy right now but I couldn't resist.  

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