I wrote a songfic.
It's from Minato's (the fourth hokage) point of veiw.
The song was edited so it would fit better.
The original song is "Happy Birthday" by "Flipsyde"
Happy birthday…
Minato looked up to the sky. It was October 10th. Naruto's birthday. He cradled his head in his large, cold hands.
So make a wish
Please accept my apologies
I wonder what would have been
Would you have been a little angel?
Or an angel of sin?
A tear slipped down the blonde man's face. He wished he never had become Hokage. It had cost him his son to save the village. He only had the time to do the jutsu, he didn't even have time to admire his own son before he died. He hadn't even got the chance to hold him, tell Naruto that he loved him. The details of his small face were blurry.
Feminine guy runnin' around
Hangin' with all the girls?
Or a little tough guy with beautiful blue eyes?
Choosing our lives over your life,
Meant your death
And you never got a chance to even open your eyes.
A newborn. Sacrificed for the sake of the village. Minato looked up to the sky, releasing his pain-stricken face from his grasp.
Did you fight for your life?
Would you have been a little genius,
In love with math?
Would you have played in your school clothes
And made me mad?
Minato closed his eyes, it was useless though, for tears slipped out from beneath his eyelids effortlessly. It was bright and sunny today.
I wonder about your skin tone,
The shape of your nose,
And the way you would have laughed
And talked fast or slow,
I think about it every year,
So I picked up a pen.
Happy birthday,
To whoever you would have been.
He loved his village, but he also loved his son. Why did it have to go down like that? Why did he have to sacrifice his first born for Kyuubi's sake? He had lost his only son to a demon. It was all his fault.
Happy birthday.
Make a wish…
Minato looked to the ground, ashamed. He should have been a better father, found another way. Let his son have a life. That wasn't the case.
Happy birthday
Make a wish
Minato would never get his son back. His position in power be damned! He regretted it. He regretted saving the village. Nothing compaired to his burning love for Naruto. He wanted to see his son smile, he wanted to know what the color of his eyes would have been. He wanted to know what kinds of food his son would have liked. Minato even wished he could have bad times as well. He wished for the whole experience. He desperately wanted to know who Naruto would have been.
I've got a million excuses,
As to why you died.
None of them are good enough for him to justify his decision. Minato wished in every fiber of his being that Naruto was alive. He would be sitting right here next to him, eating cake, singing, being happy. Living. But that just wasn't the case. Minato let even more tears leak out of his blue eyes, letting them stain the roof he was sitting on.
My vision of a family,
Was artificial and fake.
So when it came time to create,
I made a mistake.
If he had known what it was to be family, Naruto wouldn't have died. Family sticked together, the rest of the world be damned. But Minato had failed in that too. He didn't deserve to be Hokage. How could he protect an entire village when he couldn't even change the fate of his son?
Maybe you forgave me,
Knowing I was confused.
Minato wiped his eyes with his fiery sleeve. It was all his fault. He saw the life leave his only son, and he had caused it.
I think about it every year,
So I picked up a pen,
Happy birthday,
I love you, whoever you would have been.
The fourth Hokage looked up to the sky yet again, pondering they type of person his son would have been. He wish to know so badly that it physically hurt. His eyes stung, his body ached, and he was nauseous. It shouldn't have ended like that.
Make a wish.
Happy birthday
Make a wish.
Minato gave a soft sob.
And from the heavens to the womb,
To the heavens again,
From the ending to the ending
Never got to begin,
Maybe one day we can meet face to face,
In a place without time and space.
Minato wondered if he would ever meet his son again. Maybe they could play among the flowers in heaven, nothing harsh spoken between them. Minato gave a bitter smile. He wasn't going to the same place he had sent his son back to, that was a fact.
Happy birthday.
And from the heavens to the womb,
To the heavens again,
From the ending to the ending
Never got to begin,
Maybe one day we can meet face to face,
In a place without time and space.
Happy birthday.
Letting a kunai drag across his forearm, he marked it. Etching a small, yet definate tick mark to the long row. They counted to 15. His son would have been fifteen, he mused. He let a last tear slipped from his eye, it fell on his slowly bleeding arm. Wiping the salty, bloody fluid away in anger, he stood up, jumping down from his roof down onto the busy street where he was greeted by smiles and 'good morning Hokage-sama!'.
Make a wish
Happy birthday.
He gave a fake smile and a stupid little wave back, hiding his bleeding arm. What did the village know? It wasn't as if it was their first born that had died. He sighed, making his way to the parade that he was required to attend, where they were celebrating the death of Kyuubi and the salvation of the village. He stood up on the Hokage tower, looking down at the smiling faces of his people, and put on a smile for the day.
Make a wish…
