A/N: This is totally what happens when you put me on a two-hour long bus and expect me to just sit there. I swear I don't know where this fic came from. It just… churned out of me. I should probably finish WBC first, but I had the urge to write this, so voila!

Kushina really regretted not being there for her son.

She never had the pleasure of celebrating his birthday, or sending him off to the Academy for his first day, or even being there for him on the day he became Hokage.

She could always watch over him.

But, she thought with irritation, it wasn't the same as actually attending any of those events.

And now she couldn't even be there for his freaking wedding day.

Disgusted. She was disgusted with herself.

But she had to give it to her son: he had taste. Taste resembling hers, surprisingly. When she first laid eyes on her son and saw those blond spikes of his, she thought that he would be like –ugh- Minato. Minato, an idiot of the first order. Minato, whom she loved but who was so dense at almost everything, it was exasperating.

However, she was relieved when she saw that in everything he did, he resembled his mother. That bit delighted her to no end.

Overall, she was quite pleased at how her son had turned out. Just like her. Minato had sobbed uncontrollably on the day he was sworn in as Hokage, while she didn't. She just grinned like Minato (read: wide, ear-to-ear, and sort of annoying), and kept punching the fourth Hokage, saying, "See that, punk? You're son's surpassed you!"

Anyway, back to her son's wedding. As she and Minato watched the wedding, with Minato weeping pitifully, she couldn't help but think that the bride his son had picked passed every test that she could have thought of. She couldn't have chosen anyone better.

Her beauty was soft, but at the same time, it demanded your attention. Her manner of speaking was soft, which totally opposed Naruto's and Kushina's manner of speaking. She was terribly polite to everyone., which, again, was the total opposite of how Naruto and Kushina addressed people.

Oh, and, Kushina thought, she loved her son.

The wedding itself, however, was extremely small and had very few people attending.

These included her son's best friends, their son, and almost all his other best friends, and their children… And with the most unimaginative menu ever (ramen, predictably), Kushina just presumed all of her son's peers just put up with it (the food) because they all loved Naruto and were accustomed to his fanatical love for those noodles.

As she saw him step out in his wedding clothes, with a goofy smile on his face, she knew that, even though Naruto had retained some of Minato's genes, she was still proud of her son.

Still proud.

A/N: This will probably turn into a series of one-shots, which I need to learn to write.

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