Even as he punched his newfound father straight into the stomach, the cry piercing his already tender ears, uncontainable love overflowed his being. How could he be angry at his father, the Yondaime Hokage, whom had sealed the demon inside him, when he gave him that sympathetic smile? Who could deny his father's love for him, the Jinchuriki for the Kyuubi no Kitsune, when he actually spared his time to listen to him complain about his life? Naruto knew the Yondaime Hokage could have easily dodged the wild fling of his fist; he was the most regarded Hokage in their history, after all. But, instead of shunning and dodging his one and only son, he mussed up his broken son's already feral and tangled hair while grinning like an idiot. Who could deny the uncontainable love that passed between the two, despite the fact they had only known each other a couple hours at the most?
A/N: Okay, so I don't know if you know what flash fiction is, but it's short story. As you can see, I've written one, using only six sentences. This was just to get my muse going. I hope you guys like it! :D