Drip…drip..drip.

Pools of crimson gathered under the ominous moon, staining the dark earth below. A silver blade shone in the hazy night, its ethereal appearance distorted by lone spots of red. Broken bodies, twisted limbs, and burned figures lay all over the ground, all united by a single armband by their side.

Sitting atop a hill of an indistinguishable mass, a bluenette stabbed the same blade into the ground, his pale gray eyes frozen and void.

"Agidyne"

Tossing, crushing, and destroying any remaining evidence that had a battle, no- one sided slaughter had taken place just an hour ago. Tiny embers arose from blackness, setting the entire mass ablaze so bright it threatened to chase away the night. What had started out as a small fire transformed into flames that would rival the might of the sun after one snap of the bluenette's fingers.

Leaping down from above and landing on his feet, he found himself being greeted by a goveling, portly man, who remained on the ground, his knees buckled from the sheer pressure of the bluenette's gaze. Sweat rolled his pale face, mixing with the pools of red below. Eyes bulging, hair in a tangled mess, he begged for life. His body shivering from an unknown cold, a cold that not even the warmest flames could cure as a sickening smell of metallic smoke and charred remains scorched his insides.

"P-please! I don't a-anything I sw-" Begging, pleading, tearing up at the blade aimed at his throat, the bluenette was silent. A simple, blank expression in his silver eyes. The man held in his breath, closing his eyes as he could feel the pounding of his heart as blood rushed to his head. It would be over soon, he would end him in an instant. Then, just as he had felt the icy touch of death, a maddening dread overloaded his mind, as a sword sliced his throat, bisecting his form in two. It was so quick that he had yet to notice.

"Huh?"

And then he collapsed to the ground, head rolling to the floor, dead.

"You're not the one."

Slowly, the flames begin to consume the withered building, eating it away until only embers remain. Watching from a distance, the sight of the carnage gradually disappearing over the empty horizon, Minato left the scene, alone.

Waking up amongst a crowded train car, his groggy vision adjusted to the harsh morning sun. Akira Kurusu covered eyes, shielding them from its cold rays. The ride from his hometown to the big city had been arduous with his sudden upheaval from his roots. Leaning back into his seat, he scanned his surroundings, holding onto his luggage. Girls chattered amongst themselves, while tired salary men scrolled endlessly on their phones to pass the time. Not one person paid attention to the boy all alone. Leaving his family and friends behind had made him feel uncertain, and here it had only amplified his longing. Digging through his multiple large bags, he felt his laptop still placed snugly in his carry on. A birthday gift from an old childhood buddy just a week before his sad departure. Good, at least he didn't have to worry about stolen items for now. Having to move such a long distance made him curse the man who had sent him to the big city.

"At least it'll only be a year…"

Taking a deep breath, he resigned himself to his place in the world, albeit a growing sense of ire brewed within him. His sentence was light compared to those who had wronged the same individual. From some online digging, he had read rumors of others having suffered much worse fates. An engineer losing his entire project credits, to a CEO being stripped of his entire fortune in one night. Perhaps he should thank his lucky stars. His dreams would only have to be on hold for a year, just one painful year.

"Next stop is Yongen-Jaya, next stop is Yogen-Jaya."

Upon hearing the familiar chim over the intercon about a thousand times, Akira finally readied himself to depart from his train sentence. Grabbing his bags, he did a final adjustment of his new glasses, whipping away any dust residue that had stuck to the lens. And in doing so, he froze as he caught a single blue blur out of the corner of his eye. Unsure of its sudden presence, he snapped his head in its direction, however by the time he had noticed, it was gone. Lost, and cursing himself for going crazy in his long ride, he put back on his glasses. But, he could not shake a feeling of a single shiver that shot up his spine at something hidden in the wild. Something unusual amidst this sickening monotony. Rubbing his tired eyes, he sighed, stepping into the city of Tokyo. Surely it was just…his exhaustion.

Right?

Yet, little did the boy know, as he left the cart, he was being watched by another. Taking off his headphones, Minato disappeared into the crowd, blending in with the rest of the vast ocean known as the general public, an insidious smirk growing on his face.

"Interesting." Minato said to himself, discreetly following behind the unsuspecting boy, head slightly tilted to the side as he studied his tense movements in the sea of people around them. A good gauge of Akira, and Minato was sure. This was a puppet, a Fool marked by fate to partake in another chapter of humanity against itself.

And this Fool was going to lead him to, hopefully and with his fingers crossed inside his pockets, a God worthy of his time.

Authors Notes: Hey guys, thanks for reading all the way. First chapter starts off light but this is going to be an evil Minato centric fic with P5 involvement. Why is he alive and not dead as a door nail? Why is he stalking Akira? Welp you'll will find out eventually, this also has to do with his goal of finding said "god" as well. As for Akira, poor guy will be in for a wild ride. This chapter is just to test out the waters, plz do give some feed back if you like. Peace out!