Characters: Minato, Kushina
Summary: Fire passes between them, and even when it destroys it still gives life.
Pairings: MinaKushi
Author's Note: Okay, another really short one. Hope you all like it anyway.
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.
He reaches for her hands and can feel the spark that passes between them before skin ever meets skin. There's a flame there, a flame that can never, will never be put out. Minato is just content to watch the wood smolder before it ignites. The scales are set; no more work will have to be done.
Her visage shimmers and shines beneath his eyelids. Long hair as red and bright as flame, infused with some unearthly light. Eyes the shade of heather at dusk, purple and gray all at once, laugh, and seem to contain the sparkle of a thousand million stars. He is blinded, yet he sees more clearly than he ever has before.
When he sees her in his dreams, she is a creature of smoke and fire. Not the fire that burns, but the fire that gives life, the fire that has shoots and buds coming up from the earth behind her. In Minato's dreams, she who is condemned as the vessel of a form of Death, she who is seen as a Destroyer, is the giver of life.
But maybe, Minato muses, he is biased. Kushina is his love, his life, so of course he will see her in the best light possible.
And then he sees her again, except now it is different, and he sees the reality of her.
The fire that destroys.
The fire that obliterates.
The terrible and beautiful maiden of Destruction.
She's still beautiful like this, even when her skin glows with the smoldering embers of noxious chakra and is horribly burnt and run to horrid festering sores afterwards. Kushina will always be beautiful no matter what circumstance she finds herself in.
That is the necessity of love. When all smolders, it is fire that gives love the spark to ignite. It will either destroy it, or strengthen it.
And Minato has seen life erupt from her, from both of them.
Whatever smolders within them, will only grow stronger.
There are those who have called him the sun. If he is the sun, than she is the brightest star in the sky, outshining even Sirius and Canopus and all the others.
A fire smolders in her.
It rockets into dazzling lights in her eyes, to the fire caught and given form in her always warm hair.
There is nothing that can put their fire out.