The marriage ceremony was beautiful.

Magical, fairy tail like. A marriage for the ages.

I had left the planning to Fuu, since she'd basically begged for the honour of planning the marriage between Minato and the first King of the village hidden behind the misfits that can do cool stuff.

Yes, the name stuck. Everyone surprisingly loved it, and it was written beautifully on the large welcome sign outside the village gates like a target.

Back to my wedding.

I never expected to get married. In my last life I had never fallen in love. I had thought that it would be impossible for someone like me who had trouble connecting with people in general. It just didn't happen.

And yet it did. In this new beautiful, magical world that I had changed from the ground up with knowledge from my previous life.

I had created a magical kingdom stock full of different fairy tail creatures living in harmony with each other. A community where everyone strives to help each other and help newcomers reach new potentials. A place where civilians were special because they also had a new race and culture to call their own. A place where Bijuu are considered gods and not mindless beasts of destruction.

It was a place that everyone wanted to be a part of, where no one was refused unless they failed the loyalty trails. Even then, they were inducted into the community as humans until they passed the loyalty trials so they could choose a new race.

My village became the only village, with every other major village becoming barren of all civilians. Treaties were made, and races were handed out like candy to those who promised peace for eternity.

Even the Akatsuki had disbanded and eventually joined my village. Though I'd left Itachi in Sasuke's very capable and vengeful hands.

Sarutobi unfortunately died of natural causes. (His heart just happened to stop one night, after I'd visited him in disguise and fed him some delicious tea.)

Where was I? Oh right, I was getting married.

So I was getting married in the middle of my village, beside the fountain with my likeness built into it. It was a very nice fountain. Built by a civilian architect and sculptor that went by the name of Senju Yamato. An odd man with bug eyes and zero talent for anything shinobi related. I believe he chose the Druid race in hopes of awakening some sort of Mokuton Kekkei Genkai without any positive result.

Everyone was invited, even my eternally befuddled parents. They had recently given birth to a son who looked like an exact replica of myself when I was a child, and eventually came to realize they were my original parents.

Not that it did any good. They sometimes gave me guilty looks but never really got over their fear of me. They still didn't understand Japanese, but their language ended up being studied and translated for others to learn if they ever wanted to. (No one cared)

The Uzumaki all came for the ceremony, and every single one of them had chosen the fox species due to Naruto's happy suggestion. (He talk-no-jutsu'd them into it)

If my life were a story, I figured this is what a happy ending would be like. I entered a new world with a broken mind, found a purpose and got executed for it, then got revived and found love and got married. Simple right?

If my life was a story then I'd be leaving an incredible amount of plot holes behind. I have no clue what Tobirama, Hashirama, Mito and Kushina were up to since they never came by for anything. I don't know anything about what Obito went through as his time as a missing nin. I don't know why Akatsuki gave up their plans and joined my village and I don't know why my life worked out so well to this point.

Despite the gods being out to get me, hoping to destroy my soul for stealing thousands of souls from the shinigami. There must be one up there somewhere that thought I deserved this.

I deserved to be happy.

And I was.

It didn't matter that Fuu put me in a white wedding kimono for females. Or that my parents still feared me, or that Sarutobi didn't get to suffer in death...or that someday I was going to become nothing more than a shattered soul drifting in the void someday with no hope of ever being whole.

Right now, I was happy.

I was walking down the well worn path, my face warm with mild humiliation at my outfit while my subjects cheered and threw confetti in my path. I hoped someone was planning to pick it all up after. I did not want those pieces of plastic contaminating my beautiful soil.

I looked up and saw Minato in all his glory, wearing a rich black kimono and a teary smile filled to the brim with happiness.

My ire at my predicament vanished in the wake of such unfair beauty. I felt my heart swell with pride at the fact that I was getting married to this man. I found that he looked surprisingly manly right now. Nothing like the squirming, moaning mess of an uke he'd been just that morning when we'd woken up.

My eyes raked over his form with undisguised desire, and Minato smiled wryly in response.

I straightened a little more and picked up the pace, ignoring how the music subtly went faster to the move of my feet.

Minato laughed warmly as I reached him and he held his hands out for me to grasp with my own. "You look amazing, Oro-koi" he murmured happily. "I hope you don't mind that I chose the outfits? I've always imagined you wearing this.."

I felt a blush cover my cheeks as I looked down at the layers of beautiful fabric covering my form. From every angle I looked like a woman. I thought it was a joke at first, but knowing it was something Minato had chosen, and wanted..well, I didn't hate it.

Minato lifted my chin, gifting me with one of his heaven defying smiles.

I smiled in response and decided to tell the truth to the love of my life. "You have horrible taste."

Minato flushed with embarrassment.

"And yet, I love you all the more for it." I almost snickered as he immediately brightened.

It did not come easy to me to say such things, but it pleased Minato when I did. So I suffered the embarrassment and spoke the cheesy words he loved to hear. Minato was disgustingly romantic, and I truly did not hate it.

He was affectionate, loving, indulgent, understanding, and everything I ever hated in my first life. And yet, it's exactly what made me fall in love with him.

It didn't make any sense to me either.

Naruto cleared his throat for attention.

I blinked and looked to my left, and noticed with amusement that Kurama had taken the front seat to do the honours of marrying Minato and I.

"Do you, pathetic meat sack, take this snake, to be your lawfully wedded master?" Kurama began.

Minato spluttered. "I.. I do?" He looked at me with confusion at how off script this was.

Fuu had planned for a whole slew of wedding rules to be stated before we were supposed to start with the 'I do's'.

Kurama nodded with satisfaction and turned his red gaze to me. "And you, snake meat sack-"

"Excuse me?" I said with indignant disbelief.

"Quiet, human." Kurama barked. "Now, do you, snake meat sack, take this bijuu sealing bastard to be your lawfully wedded idiotic servant?"

"Ah..I'd like to marry him, yes." I nodded as I narrowed my eyes at the bijuu taking charge in my wedding.

"Then you may devour each other." Kurama snorted before tossing the clip board behind him and giving back control to Naruto.

Naruto blinked and looked around at the stunned crowd with confusion.

Well, that was certainly different than what was originally planned. I decidedly ignored it. There was no use arguing with the nine tailed fox.

I turned to Minato and grabbed him by the back of the neck and pulled him towards me for an intimate kiss.

The crowd cheered, confetti was thrown, and people were laughing and crying and everything in between.

I broke the kiss and smiled at Minato with a chuckle before turning my back on the crowd and tossing back the annoying bouquet of strongly scented roses.

I looked back at the shinobi in the crowd that began throwing jutsu and shuriken to reach the flowers and felt myself sigh with exasperation. Perhaps bringing this custom from the previous world was a bad idea.

Everyone had decided to have an all out brawl for the flowers, knowing that whoever got it would be next to get married.

"I imagine this is what the kiri graduation exams are like." I muttered.

Minato laughed and kissed my temple warmly. "Don't worry Oro, they won't kill each other over some roses. They're just knocking each other unconscious."

"Do we have medics on stand by?" I asked curiously.

"No, but it can be arranged." Naruto supplies as he began using hand signals to the anbu on duty.

Fuu suddenly came flying by and started throwing her sleeping powder at the guests while laughing maniacally. "I LOVE WEDDINGS!"

In all the chaos, someone had thrown a tomato at Minato's head.

I burst into laughter at Minato's stunned face and took his hand to lead him back to the palace. "Come on, let's go get cleaned up. We still have the wedding party to attend later, Mina."

Minato immediately perked up and followed me along like a puppy. His eyes sparkling with giddiness.

I couldn't help but roll my eyes and look back at him fondly.

The wedding party was a pleasant disaster. Someone needed to make a law about inviting rowdy Uzumaki to weddings. It wasn't something I wanted to see a repeat of.

The mischievous fox brats had spiked all the drinks with alcohol and aphrodisiacs.

I had seen people going off with each other, that otherwise would have never been together without Uzumaki interference.

Gaara had ran off with Naruto and Sasuke. Utakata had found himself being thoroughly kissed by Han, while Yagura and Sai were obviously fornicating in the sky on a floating ink bird. (Don't imagine it, Remember, Sai chose the octopus race!!)

I was only glad the children of the village had not been invited to this disastrous party. Though I admit, it had been quite fascinating to watch.

I didn't dare drink anything, and neither did Minato. Naruto, had thankfully warned us from the drinks before everything began to go haywire.

Instead the both of us escaped to my room to have our blessed honeymoon together.

I couldn't sleep.

Minato was by my side, sleeping with his arms around me with his minty breath brushing my ear. Usually I'd be soothed into sleeping immediately.

Not tonight.

I couldn't.

Not when I could feel the shinigami's presence.

Suppressing and malevolent, and smothering. Patiently waiting for me to drift so he could snatch my soul and shatter it.

In all my years of stealing souls and creating immortality for myself, I did not once consider that the shinigami could actually come to this realm and take souls as he pleased. It did not occur to me that he would kill me himself.

I couldn't move.

A deep unsettling fear had rooted itself into me and would not leave. Could the shinigami kill me himself?

I could sense him so clearly, why didn't Minato notice it? The killing intent permeating the air and clogging my throat.

I choked, and Minato woke and pulled me closer. I shuddered with fear and choked once more.

"Oro?" Minato questioned sleepily as he lifted himself on one elbow to look at me. His eyes widened at whatever he saw, and suddenly we weren't in the room.

I was being carried.

I could feel Minato holding me and yelling for someone, but everything sounded like it was being said through a cement wall. The pressure on my body and soul was causing my body to convulse.

I knew right then, that there was no escape from death.

Immortality did not exist.

The shinigami did not allow for it to exist.

Everyone dies.

I didn't want to be erased.

I choked once more and shook with fear as Minato and a crowd of people surrounded me. I could no longer hear the words being spoken, I could no longer feel the warmth of Minato's arms around me.

My vision was darkening.

"Minato!" I cried out as I felt my body begin to fail me. Minato stopped whatever he was doing and kissed my forehead, his mouth moving but I couldn't see it.

He was writing seals on my body and doing hand signs, and I did not understand. I couldn't tell what was happening around me.

All I understood was fear, all I could hear was the deep laughter of a god pressing down on me with his killing intent alone. All my strength meant nothing in his eyes.

He controlled the realm of souls, and my soul was no different than anyone else's. I did not have any method of strengthening such a thing, and there was no time to realize how much of a mistake it had been to never find out.

Suddenly I felt as if I was being displaced. Time seemed to stop and move at unimaginable speeds and I felt sick. I felt my body stretching and compressing, and all I could do was succumb to whatever it was that controlled me. I for a second, or an eternity, I did not know anything.

The pressure stopped.

I could faintly hear a scream of anger and suddenly I could hear nothing. As if I had stepped through a small crevice between realms that blocked out the shinigami completely.

Wherever I was, the shinigami had no way of getting to me here.

I felt myself breath.

I breathed. In and out. In and out. I could feel my body. I still had it.

Somehow, I was alive.

What? How?

I blinked blearily and sat up.

I sat up and stared at my surrounding uncomprehendingly. I was in my village, but everything was gone.

Gone.

My palace, my garden, my river, my fountain, my people.

"What." I rasped out.

I looked down at myself and noticed I was naked. My body covered in smeared ink.

"Minato?" I said breathlessly as I looked around.

I stood up shakily and noticed suddenly, body was burning with pain. I winced and gasped as I fell to my hands and knees. I didn't know why I hadn't felt this pain up until this moment.

Shock perhaps.

I quickly summoned up my chakra and began the tedious process of healing my body.

My organs were on the brink of failure, my muscles were torn as if I had been in the process of being crushed.

I didn't look any different from usual besides the smeared ink, but my insides were a complete mess.

I had been this close to dying.

I pushed past the pain and spread healing chakra through every tenketsu of my body as quickly as I could. My body glowed with green healing chakra as I breathed evenly and kept my heart beat steady.

I did not move from my position on the ground until I knew that every part of me was completely healed.

It didn't take too long. Not with my intimate knowledge on the human body. Not with my perfected healing skills.

Not that any of that shit mattered when it came to the fucking shinigami!

I felt my anger surge as I got up from the ground once more and took out a spare outfit from my storage seals. I put on the fish net long sleeved shirt and slipped on a pair of black leggings. My black shinobi sandals were strapped to my feet as I threw the dark blue haori over my shoulders and put my arms through the sleeves. I tied the black obi around my waist and strapped a kunai holster to my left leg.

I tied my hair back in a loose pony tail and inked the disguise seal into my left wrist.

My skin lightened to a natural pale, and my eyes became slightly larger and changed from amber to muddy brown. I pulled out a mirror and looked at the partially familiar person in the mirror blankly before placing it back into the seal.

I needed more information.