A/N: A classic rainy day graveyard visit.
Minato looked up toward the sky. It was grey. He knew it would rain today, sooner or later.
He was heading to Naganaki Shrine and going back to get an umbrella wouldn't be worth the time. It started raining, somewhere between the dorm and the shrine. He didn't plan on stopping or shielding from rain.
And too soon, two gravestones were in front of him.
"Father, Mother, I'm here." Minato managed to say that. His mind was blank. Is there anything left to say. Anything to give? There was nothing. He had nothing. Nothing had changed. The gravestones were old. Of course they were old. Where had he been for ten years?
Anywhere but here. Minato frowned. He was doing it for Pharos. He promised to see the world as much as he could. Without that, Minato might have stayed in his old house until the money ran out and who knows what would happen. Pharos was good.
"It's been a while..."
It had been too long. He had been at the funeral but he didn't see the gravestones back then. Minato looked over their names on the stone. He... really had nothing to say.
No flowers. No gifts. No praying. He acted the same way it once was before that at the bridge. So they say he was cold. He was heartless. He didn't cry. He wasn't sad enough. Pitying eyes. Hateful eyes. Until he started to ignore them and then they ignored him too. So his classmates left him alone. So he traveled. He stopped caring. So when Pharos asked him to come back here, he did.
Being with his parents was really nice. Nothing can compare to that. And Pharos was a good friend. Those were the truth he believed in.
It's still raining. The sky was grey. If Minato had to describe himself, he would say he was grey, the middle grey between black and white. Oh, it was that woman at the club. Those were that fortune teller's words...
'In my mind, I see visions. People's past, present, and future. For most people, I see clearly, and far ahead… But you are different. Your future is filled with both blinding light and stagnant shadow. I can see but a small portion. What lies beyond that is shrouded in mystery. What a peculiar fate you carry…'
'Young boy… Bearer of light and shadow…'