How did he get here? Day by day it was getting harder to remember. There in a barren wasteland, he was sitting on a throne made of dead shadows with a white haired woman sitting on his lap, arms around his neck, while getting served by two servants. One had on a baseball cap and the other had on a scarf, but that's all he could make out. Everything else about them was blurry(honestly he was proud he remembered one characteristic of each). All he knew is that years ago, when he had created this illusion, it had been a very funny idea; however, the references were lost on him now.
Growing agitated with his failing memory, he waved his hand until the illusion disappeared and he was sitting in a dark expanse. Twisting his fringe between two fingers with a small frown on his face, he thought of everything he still remembered to this day. He knew that he was the great seal, protecting something important to him from a monster of sorts. What was he protecting though, it must be important for him to accept this lonely fate, Or had he been here forever, and these feelings of a past life were some illusion he had made up. No, he had to believe that this wasn't all for nothing... He wasn't sure he could take it otherwise.
He also knew what he relatively looked like, if there was one thing he was sure to engrave in his head it was his own appearance. That wasn't to say he didn't change it up sometimes, like when he would give himself graying hair and wrinkles. Because, that's what he felt like sometimes, a grizzly old man with too many years on him. It was more for that halfhearted smile he always gave afterwards than anything else. Laughs were becoming rarer all the time.
He sighed, these things weren't getting him anywhere. If anything, it was only getting him side tracked (not that he didn't have the time to do so). Deciding he was tired of the surrounding darkness, he changed it to something nostalgic. Maybe then he could spark something within his brain. Grasping at a distant memory, he pulled it forward... A hallway? With people walking down it no less, though they were just outlines. Racking his mind for something, it felt like an immoveable wall was in the way! He just couldn't reach it, and it pissed him off. Reaching into his soul, he summoned forth a persona from his past in anger.
While he slaughtered these figments of his imagination, a man with a blue butterfly mask watched it all. Figuring that the man would lose his resolve and the seal would fall if the person didn't get his memories back soon, he decided to step in to save the species that fascinated him so much. Appearing behind the man, Philemon lightly tapped him on the back on the back of the head.
For once in an indiscernible amount of time, the blackness bled a blinding white, and like a dam opening up Minato remembered everything...
AN: This is my first fanfiction, so some feedback would be nice even if it's just ripping me a new asshole. Although I'd like to say that I atomized my keyboard with the speed at which I typed this, it was actually rather slow going and I've gained some new respect for people who type long stories on this website. Now whether this is just a one-shot or will become a full story... I don't know. I just couldn't get this out of my head, so I typed it up. I've actually really wanted to write a Persona 3 novelization(?), but it's not a new idea and I'm not sure I can show as much love to my story as the game. Anyways I have to take a shit, so until next time...Bye?