The night Namikaze Minato and Kushina Uzumaki died, the shinigami decided to do something different instead of sealing to the Namikaze boy soul.
Everything had been confusing at first, he had been summoned by a human, not just a human, but a ninja.
Looking at the bijuu in front, he immediately understood.
Then the boy was thinking of sacrifice? In fall? Maybe he wanted power for themselves. It would be very foolish if that.
But he saw the love they felt, the man and the red-haired woman near him, love the place, love the boy in front of them, were pure souls.
He decided that the two, yes TWO, deserved another chance, not in this world. But in another perhaps? In another dimension.
With that in mind, he saw the boy to sacrifice for the good of all - a beautiful attitude, in fact -.
Definitely, he, King Soul, would give a second chance for them.
Not here, but in Soul Society.
Namikaze Minato had no idea what had not happened, when he saw his life force going though, its certain death, he had not imagined waking up in a ... what was that? Rukongai.
But he had no idea what that meant, he was confused. He wanted his son, his post as Hokage, his village, and above all, he wanted his wife, the love of his life.
But no matter what he did, where he sought no one was there.
And he began to learn things about his new life (he not was actually alive), the days were passing slowly.
Your mind tormenting him with memory, his heart ached, DRUG, he wanted his son now, his wife, his home.
Whether that time looked like a spoiled child asking for something that may not have parents.
He was in what they called District 47, a horrible place, but from what he had heard, not one of the worst.
And that made him think, Kushina will survive? Or it would be somewhere around here? A place worse than it maybe?
Months were passing, Minato met new people, one old lady was helping him to live with death, their past and present knowledge were screwing, blending, was happening he was afraid, Namikaze Minato was beginning to forget , face, voice, sensations, feelings, of his past life.
Everything was not passing a blur on his head, and he tried, tried VERY handle every last bit of memory he had left, until ... He did not come any more.
Until ...
Until he forgot everything completely.
Until he did not know what he was trying to remember.
Until he could not remember his son.
Until he forgot the love of his life.
Until he forgot Uzumaki Kushina.
Run, run, run ...
A blond boy was seen passing, the moonlight came to the appearance of a fifteen year old at most. He wore a beige kimono, blue eyes traveling from one side to the other.
Minato passed quickly by the stalls in the streets, a man cursing behind him, a small sense of remorse grew on his chest before he smashes it down, he needed it, damn it, he was hungry! This man would never catch him, Minato practically flew with the wind, it was like an old friend.
Quickly turning a corner, Minato was slowing to a stop in front of a small house and slid the door open. "Obaa-san, okaeri!" She was not really his grandmother, he had met a little after coming to this world, she had helped immensely.
A weak voice was heard, "Tadaima, Minato-kun."
Minato went straight to the only room, his food forgotten on the table, she looked so weak. His OBAA-san was lying on a mattress, his skin was old, she was sick. "Obaa-san, this better?" Kneeling beside her, Minato held her hand for a moment.
"Minato-kun" cough, cough "You know I'm not going to improve dear." She gave a warm smile at him, remembering the day she saw him for the first time.
Flashback:
Kikyo calmly walked toward the forest, his eyes scanning everything around. She might be old, but did not go down without putting up a good fight.
Listening sound of footsteps, she turned quickly, had a boy there, stopped, confused. A mane of blond hair on his head, face seemed someone of 13 is 14, but his eyes were someone much older, showed loss, pain, grief.
If it approaching as quietly as she could, she touched her shoulder. The boy turned to her with a frightening speed, his face coming distrust, suspicion.
"All right, dear?"
And with just that question, it gave rise to everything.
Oh, she knew he still remembered his past, but from experience, she also knew it was good to forget all this, to why none of this would return. Then she tried to put other things on his head, stories of soul Society, shinigami, souls, how life was, she saw the way he clung desperately the memories, but eventually he forgot everything.
It was the best for him.
Flashback: end.
Minato pretended not to hear that particular comment, he wanted no part of it now. "You better go to sleep OBAA-san, I'm going to lie down now. First I eat. "
As he walked to the kitchen, deep down he heard a soft and weak voice say "Still hungry, Minato-kun? That reiatsu. ".
Shaking his head, Minato sat down to eat. He knew he had reiatsu, much, probably. But something about this energy made him evil, brought him vertigo, a feeling of deja vu without size, gave headaches think about it for a long time, it was as if something wanted to come out, and never came. Interesting, that whenever he thought about it much, he dreams of a fox, but it was not a normal fox, was a fox tails NINE, Minato sincerely proud to be intelligent, but nothing he could think would hit with it.
After eating, he kept the leftovers and was slowly for your mattress, next to his OBAA-san.
Once your eyes fell closed, Minato was sleeping.
And seconds later, came the dream, but for once, it was not with a fox.
Dream:
It was very windy, trees were scattered all over the place, hurricanes vibrated at different points, in front of Minato, after a long time, he finally saw what was making everything.
In front was a dragon, but not a dragon any, was huge, magnificent, a light blue color, Minato had never seen anything like it.
He opened and closed his mouth as if I was trying to speak, the winds were becoming increasingly powerful, the leaves of the trees flying in his eyes, Minato raised his arms to protect themselves.
Then all was silent until ...
"MINATO"
Minato's eyes widened, lowering his arms he saw much closer dragon than before. "CAN YOU HEAR ME?"
He just nodded numbly.
"MY NAME IS ...".
"What? I- I can not understand you! "Minato heard a little voice in your head," become a shinigami. "That voice, that voice was his OBAA-san!
"MINATO, WAKE UP!"
Dream end.
He rose at once, breathing heavy, sweating.
Looking at his grandmother, he felt desperate to not find it anywhere, reiatsu particles flying around the room, spreading. His grandmother, her sweet grandmother.
Obaa-san.
"Become a shinigami."
I will fulfill!
It had been a month, a month since my grandmother died her, a month since he enrolled at the academy shinigami, and today was the first day of class.
Minato would lie if said he was not excited. Going through the corridors near the gym shinigami, he had a happy smile on his face, making some girls sigh.
When he was about to enter the academy, someone bumped into him, said person quickly got up playing a quick "gomenasai".
Looking up, he can only see one thing that made her heart flutter, Minato's eyes widened.
The girl who had beaten him, was running in front, long red hair flying behind her. A blond man and a red-haired woman jumping in front of a giant fox, protecting your child. Long red hair flying through the air, a claw entering both bodies. She turned to glance at him, giving time to see its purple eyes.
Minato was completely stunned.