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pan·de·mo·ni·um /ˌpandəˈmōnēəm/ (Noun) Wild and noisy disorder or confusion; uproar.
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Family? Minato likes to call it pandemonium.
When he walks down the stairs in the morning, hair still wet from a shower, the sharp mint taste of toothpaste still fresh on his breath, Kushina is always making an absolute disaster zone of the kitchen, all sorts of sauces and spices splattering her apron. He'd steal a quick kiss (and the frying pan), creating a masterpiece buffet out of eggs, bacon and toast.
Kushina would just grumble out something about those 'Damned Hokages and their ability to be perfect at fucking everything!', while he would laugh, serving breakfast on a plate.
She'd accept it, begrudgingly, before tasting it, almost collapsing in satisfaction. She'd point her finger (or a chopstick) at him. "Minato, I remember why I married you."
He'd grin, turning away for a moment to prepare two more dishes. One with extra eggs, one with extra bacon. "Boys, breakfast!"
The first of two evils sprints down the staircase (Kushina prefers to think of them as her 'personal bitches', while Minato refers to them as her 'young corruptible minds' [let it be known that Kushina laughs at that, pats Minato's cheek fondly, before leaving to kill Mikoto Uchiha's cat. Again.]), blonde hair an absolute mess, blue eyes blazing.
Naruto looked just like his father.
And then the second of the two evils would follow much quieter, red hair sticking out everywhere ("Just like his mother's." Minato would say. Then Kushina'd slap him), green eyes much more gentle and serene.
Gaara had his mother's ("Ravishing." "Oh, shush, Kushina.") looks.
Naruto would grab the one with extra bacon, practically stuffing food to his mouth. He'd be talking about the Academy and how he'd definitely beat Mikoto's son, that Sasuke bastard ("Minato, we do not refer to children as bastards." "You call Naruto fuckface. "...thats completely different.") and how Sakura-chan had done her hair differently.
"Isn't she that civilian girl? The one with the hair that looks like your father's cheeks when he's pissed out of his mind? Pink?" Kushina would ask, slugging down some black coffee. "Bleh, that was gross."
"Kushina, if its gross, stop doing it every morning." Minato would snort, rolling his eyes fondly at her.
"Dear, its something called a routine. Since it tastes awful, I'll need something tasty to cancel it out. This way, I can convince Anko-chan to go out to dango with me."
"Anko would have gone to dango with you anyways, Kushina."
"I know." she'd grin, cheekily, kissing his nose from over the counter. "But the expression you make each day is worth each bitter drop, dear."
"I'm glad to see that I'm important to you." he'd dryly reply.
"Of course, darling."
Then the little 'personal bitches' would run off to school, whispering between themselves about their latest prank - something that had, unfortunately, been inherited from a proud Kushina.
Yeah. Minato's family was beautiful. And he loved them.
This was a challenge/gift to shinee2007, who told me to write a story with Kushina as the mom, Minato as the dad, and Gaara and Naruto as the kids.
It'll be a series of short oneshots, probably, from each of their P. O. V.'s about what family means to them.
(P.S. I just love writing Kushina.)
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