Author's note: A series of past conversations Minato had with his lover (who is now dead) and the moments they shared. I'm not quite sure where this will go, but I really wanted to write it, drabbles MinatoxOC. Please review and enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.
Chapter One
Wildflowers are my favorite.
Why?
Because they are flowers of an uncultivated variety that grow freely in places no one thinks would be possible, and they grow completely without human intervention.
Are you making a critique about mankind?
Look at the world we're living in Minato. The Third Great Shinobi War rages on around us, children are dying, and I guarantee you, when and if this nightmare ever ends, there will be no victors.
The dark grey sky threatens for the hundredth time to unleash a thousand droplets of rain and for the hundredth time, Minato stops himself from screaming at the sky to just rain already. The sky is determined to remain in a state of limbo and it takes every ounce of Minato's diminishing self control to hold back his anger. Wash it all away, he thinks in anguish.
One of his hands is clenched in a tight fist and the other holds about a dozen stems of wildflower. His normally bright blue eyes stare blankly at the smooth stone in front of him, a name is carved skillfully unto the grey surface along with the Hidden Leaf insignia. The weather has not yet tarnished the stone yet and Minato feels a pang of guilt for wanting it to rain, he doesn't want her final resting place to be tarnished in any way, he wants it to remain as flawless and pristine as the person whose name is engraved on the top was, but he knows it is inevitable.
There was bright yellow chrysanthemums placed on the grave, they're fresh probably placed there this morning and he knows Kushina must have put them there.
Minato sighs tiredly, before gently placing the bundle of wildflowers next to the chrysanthemums. He presses his fingers to his lips and then softly touches the cool grey stone. Springening his uniform and tightening his headband, he rises giving the name of the gravestone on last glance before walking away. She was right, he thinks, there are no winners in war but he won't let her death be in vain.
Author's note: These chapters won't be super long, but I hope you enjoyed it! Please review!