Godlen locks, big bright smile, aqua blue eyes. Minato Namikaze; the 4th Hokage. Deep, low and hushed voice, silky dark skin. A very brave and noble ninja. He wore a dark yellow ninja suit a green vest and the Konoha headband was always on his forehead. He was tall and muscular, very smart and optimistic. The Yellow Flash.

Such torture. His touch burns through my skin. His voice echoes through my ears, his smell lingers around me. How did I diserve this? why should my blood boil so viciously? I must have done something terrible in my previous life and now I'm paying the price...

"Naruto?" He called from his room and my heart skipped a few beats. I was always uneasy around him. I quickly tiptoed in his direction.

"Yes?"

He smiled brightly. "You are turning into a handsome yound man and a very strong shinobi. It's time for you to take a challenge. My jutsu. Rasengan."

Oh, damn. Another opportunity to be close to him and almost have a heart attack.

His torso pressed against my back, his hand holding mine, I could feel his warm breath on the back of my neck... oh, the sweet agony. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, sencing his smell with every fibre of my body.

"Concentrate your chackra, Naruto."

Little sweat drops started rolling down my spine as a tiny blue electric blue ball of chackra formed in my hand.

"That's it. Very good"

At last his body got appart from mine and I could think. The tiny Rasengan disappeared and I sat on the ground - exhausted. Not so much from the Rasengan, more from the pressure of his touch. It was one of those days when you don't want to do anything. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, the air smelled like flowers... He smelled like the morning rain....

"Are you alright, Naruto?" He asked, ealning on a tree.

I moaned silently. "Of course, Dad. I can only imagine how hard it was for you to do it."

"Good boy. You know I don't like to brag but it sure took some work."

Just the words I hate hearing. They take me back to the time when I was little... but I'm sixteen now. He should take me seriously. Or only take me... God damnit...

The door creaked loudly as his head popped in my room. I took a deep breath.

"You need something?" I asked and scratched my head, nervously grinning.

He replied by grinning too. "Not really. I wanted to check if you are okay."

I became suspicious. He is a very busy man and doesn't usually have time to... check on me?

"I'm fine." My stomack roared in disagreement.

"Sounds like you can use some ramen." He grinned again.

I smiled. 'Most probably."

The steam coming from the ramen bowls didn't allow him to see my face expression. I was very tense. Evry time he was near me I panicked. If my shameful secret was ever revealed who knows what would happen. He might... reject me? And that will certainly bring me to the depths of Hell and misery. I have... problems with that...