A malfunction of his powers was not on Kira's list of things he was expecting today.
He had built a comfortable life, living as Kosaku Kawajiri- while he'd stayed away from the bustle of clan life (something he admittedly missed, for all of its flaws), he'd found a small community of people going largely undetected by the groups he'd called home not long ago. The Thunderlands had proven too much of a pain to continue living in after his rejoining there under his new identity. These people were far more accepting, but also far more apathetic- something he personally preferred. After all, prying into his private life was never a very good idea. Kira enjoyed his privacy very much.
But of course, good things never last.
When he woke this morning to the feeling of choking and the taste of dirt, he frankly didn't know what to do. Something about his body felt very off, but oddly comfortable- but he couldn't think about it much, considering he was thrashing beneath the earth in any attempt to surface and breathe again. Fortunately, his grave seemed shallow. Had he been not suffocating underground, he didn't think he would like that very much, though. A paw breached the surface, and soon he was out again, panting and hacking up dirt. His mouth tasted terrible. He hoped he didn't have morning breath. The man held his paw to his chest, taking calmer and calmer breaths until he was finally back to usual again. He still didn't realize why he had been trapped under a mountain of dirt; in fact, he thought someone had been playing a rather nasty trick on him, but after a moment of gathering his surroundings he realized with a drop of his stomach that that was not the case. In fact, he recognized this place- he knew it well. He had buried Olivia's ashes here. He was in the Volary Flights' graveyard.
Kira blinked, then looked down at himself. The first thing he noticed was the golden fur, hidden under the grime of the earth; it was fur he hadn't seen in nearly four months, and he found it rather odd that he should be seeing it again. This observation allowed for the unsurprising (but surprising to him) realization that he was no longer Kosaku Kawajiri. He noticed something else too: his lack of depth perception. Tentatively, he reached a paw to his face, as if touching the scar there would end the world. The skin, warped by fire, felt leathery. O Lady Luck, how funny you are. Tears sprung to his remaining lavender eye, and Kira let out a pitiful chuckle. "Luck is on the side of Yoshikage Kira..." he trailed off, voice breaking. Oh, how funny today was! A power malfunction that somehow forced him back into his birth body... how wonderful!
He had left the jungle as quickly as he could. Having lead the Flights, he wanted to stay away from it; he didn't want to be recognized so quickly, but he doubted he could escape it for long, anyway. Paws carried him aimlessly away from his home (was it his home?) and towards anywhere else. Soon, he was on the Veil's border, pausing at the scent line and wrinkling his nose. Well... here would work. It wasn't somewhere he'd lived before, and it wasn't somewhere he'd visited frequently- hopefully nobody he knew would show up.
Oh God what about Mercy and Ver? Don't they live here? His panicked thoughts raced, but Kira decided quickly he'd cross that bridge when he got to it.