A/N: Well. Yep... I wrote this in honor of Naruto's birthday. It's not wonderful, but I felt I had to do something. :D
HAPPY BIRTHDAY NARUTO!
Disclaimer: Nope, nun uh, not mine.
Never Too Young.
Will you be great, my son? I see you lying in my arms, crying. There is a monster in your stomach now, my son. May you use him to your advantage, and be strong enough to keep him at bay.
You are the hero, my son. I am just a worn man, who did a jutsu. I am not worthy of praise, nor am I stupid. I know they will shun you, and for that I am so terribly sorry. Just know in your heart that many people would not be here if it wasn't for you, and they owe their lives to you.
The family you were supposed to have is no more. Your mother is in heaven and I will be forever trapped in my prison, while you will be alone in this world. Once again I'm sorry. I hope that my precious people, the ones who have been with me for all these years, will be there for you, like they were for me.
You will be great my son. Your eyes are drying as my life is fading. You look up at me, as if you really do understand. I wipe the tears from your cheeks. My legs are so weak. I don't think I can hold you much longer. The edges of my vision are blurring, but you are still all I see. I smile sadly down at you, as you stare up at me. Your eyes are the mirror of mine, but they express so much more, for I know mine are going lifeless, as I stare.
Tears well in my eyes. This will be my last moment and I will share it with you, my son, Naruto. My heart breaks. You are too young to ever remember me.
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A five year old boy with unruly blond hair and sparkling blue eyes wakes up in a lone apartment, tears on his cheeks. He had the dream again. A dream of sad, hopeful, tear filled blue eyes.
The twelve year old boy wakes up to see the training grounds he had passed out in. It is cold, but he ignores it; thinking of blue eyes draining of life. He cries for the first time in years, knowing no one can see him.
The boy sits up in the forest, his fifteen year old body tired from sleep. He wipes at his eyes, not understanding why he is crying. All he can remember is dying blue eyes, so much like his own. He looks at the sleeping forms of his sensei and friend, before lying back down, drifting off to sleep.
The boy, a twenty-eight year old man now, lifts his head from the paper filled desk, running a hand over his face. He smiles sadly, wiping a tear from his eye. He looks up at the pictures of the five past Hokage and finally understands his haunting dream. Looking into the Yondaime's eyes the Rokudaime sees so much more than a Hokage. He sees a father.
A/N: Well, there you go. Short sweet-ish. Like I said once before my obession with Minato just won't let go. (sigh) Hope you like it!
andhearts!