entrancelogs | Father And Son Meet

Who: Minato & Naruto
Where The Kitchen
When: August 27th
Rating: PG-13 for the F-bomb
Summary: Minato and Naruto finally meet... In the kitchen.
the Story: Naruto was a very unhappy little fox boy. Not only was he bored, he was hungry, and his room didn't seem to supply ramen. Which meant he either went and bought some from the vendors, or check the kitchen to see if there was any in there. The mansion seemed to supply stuff all the time anyway, surely they'd have ramen. Maybe even Ichiraku style!

Luckily for Naruto, Minato was in the kitchen attempting to make Ichiraku-style ramen. He'd gone as far as to wear a frilly apron (there weren't any frill-less ones) and pull his hair back a bit. Of course, this didn't stop it from getting in his eyes. Right now he was working over a simmering pot of broth, grinning happily.

After leaving his room and discovering the railing on the stairs, he slid down it. Much faster than just leaping down six flights of stairs. When he reached the bottom, he hopped off just in time to avoid slamming into the railing post.

Humming, he headed towards the kitchen, hands in his pockets. Only to stop and stare in shock. He rubbed his eyes. He had to be imagining things. That was NOT the Yondaime, he was NOT wearing a frilly apron, and he most certainly wasn't....alive?

Minato tilted his head to check out who it was coming in... And stopped. The ramen was completely forgotten as he stared, wide-eyed, at his 15-year-old son. Kushina had been right... Naruto did look a lot like him...

"N-Naruto?"

"Uh, yes?"

This was very, very odd. Here was his hero, in the flesh so to speak. And it was very, very creepy in a way, to discover how much they looked alike. Sure, he'd stared at the picture in the Hokage's office, and at the face on the Hokage mountain, but still...

Minato, suddenly very aware of his currently attire, gave a nervous grin and tugged the tie out of his hair and took off the apron, leaving him in his Jounin uniform.

"I'd been hoping to meet you, ever since Uchiha-kun mentioned you were here... But I didn't expect it to be this soon... How have you been?"

"Oh. Um...good? Wait, who are you?"

Clearly a Jounin by the uniform, but that was obvious. Wait, Uchiha-kun?

"Have you been talking to Sasuke-bastard?"

"He mentioned you were on the same team. Sounds like you two get along about as well as Kakashi and Obito did," Minato said lightly, chuckling and grinning at Naruto. Looks like Uchiha was right. His temper was like Kushina's.

"Yep, definitely Sasuke-bastard." He scowled. They were due for a little talk, apparently.

"Anyway, you never answered my question, dattebayo. Who are you? You CAN'T be the 4th, he's uh...well..." Naruto scratched his head sheepishly. How did one go about saying 'hey, you're dead?' As in, no longer among the living? No, that was rude. "Um...deceased?"

"I was Yondaime before I died. Now I'm just Namikaze Minato, just like you're Uzumaki Naruto," Minato said lightly, grinning at his son. "Which reminds me... Did anyone ever tell you who your parents were?"

"Namikaze...Minato? Huh. I've never heard your name before, dattebayo. And no, not even Sandaime. Or Ero-sennin, or Tsunade-baachan, OR Kakashi-sensei." Naruto frowned, thinking. "Nobody's ever said anything about my parents. I just assumed they died in the Kyuubi attack."

"Well, that would be the truth. But it's who they were that's important. You mother was Uzumaki Kushina, a beautiful red-headed kunoichi formerly from the Whirlpool country. And your father... Well... Hi?" Minato said lightly, idly scratching at the back of his head.

There was a moment of silence, followed by confused blinking. Then staring.

"NO. FUCKING. WAY." Technically, it made sense, and explained a lot of things. Naruto stepped closer to Minato, and cautiously poked him.

He felt real at least. A couple more tentative pokes were made before he was satisfied. Well then.

"Hi...uh...do I call you dad or what?"

"You can call me dad, if you want," Minato said lightly, shrugging and grinning at Naruto more. It was only then then that he noticed the ramen broth was still on the stove. "SHIT! IT'S BURNING!"

"Okay! Dad it is! And- ACK! QUICK, TAKE IT OFF THE STOVE!"

When something was burning, that was usually the first course of action for him. Very rarely did he burn anything, however.

"RIGHT. I WILL!"

That said, he attempted to lift the pot off the stove, only to realize that the handle was hot. That done, he dropped the pot all over the floor, and his bare toes, gave a yelp of pain, and began to jump up and down.

Ramen broth went everywhere. Good thing nobody was here to witness this.

Naruto winced. That had to be painful. "Go sit down, I'll grab a mop and start cleaning this up. What were you trying to make, anyway?" It felt strange to boss his father around, but the man really needed to sit down before he hurt himself more.

"Ichiraku-style Ramen. I miss that stuff," Minato said lightly, wincing and shifting to move over to the counter, which he promptly leaned on. After he was sure his hands were usable, he used a quick Suiton Jutsu to get some cold water on his feet........ That felt good.

"Oh, I LOVE Ichiraku-style ramen! I go there all the time! Iruka-sensei treats me occasionally." After hunting around for a mop, he finally found a small storage closet, complete with cleaning supplies. Grabbing the mop and bucket, he began to wipe up the mess.

"Thank god. I don't think I could live with having a son who doesn't like Ichiraku-style ramen. Kushina probably could've, though. Don't know how she doesn't love the stuff," Minato said lightly, grinning at Naruto. They had something in common! That was such a relief!

Naruto grinned back. "It must be genetic. Finally, I have someone to blame for it!" He continued mopping. "Are you alright, dattebayo? Your toes still look really red."

"That should go away eventually. Might have burned them a bit," Minato said lightly, idly glancing at his toes. They did look slightly red, and they still throbbed slightly...

"More than a bit. You should...get an ice pack or something,-tebayo." Naruto finished mopping, picked up the pot (which had cooled down to a manageable temperature) and placed it in the sink. "I guess you should use pot holders or something next time, huh?"

"Yeah, but I panicked and went for it. Didn't think first," Minato said lightly, tilting his head to grin at Naruto. His SON. He was so glad to have that out in the open. It felt so amazing.

"I've done it before, dattebayo. My hands were red for awhile." Naruto beamed. It felt nice to have a dad. "You wanna try for round 2? I'll help, I'm getting hungry and there should be a cookbook around here that tells you how to make ramen. If nothing else, I can go check with the vendors out back-tebayo."

"Sounds good! Round 2 it is!" Yondaime said, beaming happily at Naruto and getting to work again.