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The first thing the spiky blond hears once he goes to work is war. War war and more war all over again, the number of deaths and injured, the many children who become orphans and the many young married women who become widows. All of that in an endless summary of tragedies and unfortunate incidents, nothing more and nothing less. Don't get the guy wrong, he is pretty sensitive when it comes to these types of discussions, but not matter how much of a softy he can be; this could get tiring.
He didn't lie, more accurately he never lied, it was one of his most praised qualities amongst the elders, and like a good boy; he obeyed without a fuss.
Hiruzen tutored him a while after he became jonin, he always wanted the naive and honest spiky-blond to become his successor, and he was right on the spot; the guy knew how to do his job, even better than the old third himself. The yondaime was by far, the most successful hokage who ever hokage'd in the whole village of the hidden leaf, gaining deep respect, he was feared everywhere and portrayed as a hero.
The yellow flash, that's what we called him.
When someone hears that name, they instantly start trembling in fear; though it barely did any effect on said person, he was still proud of that nickname and walked heads up towards his sanctuary (and by sanctuary I mean his hokage office, seriously though.)
But even with all the fame and respect he gained from the shinobi all across the world, there was still one ounce of shame running through his veins, well... referring it as something 'shameful' was a bit exaggerating to him. Besides, he never really found it to be bad, he just didn't seem to understand why so many of his closest friends make such a deal about it; somehow it didn't affect his career, nor his social life, and he thought he'd manage to live with it until his death.
His virginity.
People talk about it a lot.
Of course, only his friends know about it, and when I say friends, I mean friends like Shikaku, Fugaku, Choza and his perverted sensei; Jiraya.
However, while he'd rather stay quiet about it, his friends thought that keeping this as the main topic of discussion in their spare time was probably the best therapy they could give the young hokage, insisting that if he'd have the balls to go on a war, then surely; he'd have them too when it came to women, but of course, the man was too preoccupied with his work, and more work with it.
They worry so much to an extent where they'd throw a random prostitute at his door step and hope he wouldn't refuse such an exquisite beauty, pay her enough money to spend a whole night, make it a week if the stupid blond pretended to never have the time for her, or if he was too shy to accept such a daring offer. Nevertheless, he always refused them, no matter what was the reason, and he did so; proudly. Jiraya often accused him of being either gay or just plainly uninterested in both sexes while Shikaku mentioned there was a possibility of having an inner narcissistic side.
Both of them were wrong though, it wasn't like he wasn't attracted to the opposite sex, nor was it because he felt too fond of himself. If he wanted to, he could wake up one nice morning in his bed with four or five women all around him, the guy's good looking; a girl in her right mind wouldn't refuse such a handsome male specimen, and that smile? It's so awfully bright that it could practically blind you for a thousand years, point.
His point of view was vaguely conceived inside his head, not wanting people to know what's happening in that brain of his; he figured it might be best to stay as brief as possible and follow the path of simplicity when it came to his friends, while the rest was just strictly formal.
Life went on and everything was going smoothly for the spiky blond, so far complications never occurred (almost) and his friends started to respect his choice in life to remain virgin, noting that he always thought women were up to no good; thus always getting in the way, seeking attention from the Y chromosome.
Days passed and it was already his 25th birthday, Jiraya insisted that he'd take the day off and come with him, to... you know, talk for a bit or get drunk like they used to, but the blond kindly refused the offer, insisting that work was by far more important than a silly birthday. Plus, he didn't really have a family to celebrate it with; being a 'supposed' orphan.
Walking slowly towards his office, the young hokage yawned, obviously showing his fatigue from his late hour paperwork, it was already dark and he had to retrieve one or two things. But as soon as he twisted the door knob that led to his office, he noticed the third, who was sitting on a nearby chair, smoking on his pipe.
Minato blinked twice and rubbed his eyes, trying to make sure that he wasn't hallucinating, then finally spoke softly; "Mister Hiruzen, what a pleasant surprise!" his reckless attempt to look 'pleased' was a failure since the old man immediately looked into that facade, the young hokage wasn't dressed formally and it made him uncomfortable, the simple long sleeved dark blue shirt and dark blue pants was something he wore casually when he knew there wouldn't be anything serious in his days of work, excluding today.
The old man stood up, a small yet firm smile illuminating his face, he answered with a calm tone, "I am aware I came in rather unexpectedly, I should had called."
The younger hokage shook his head instantly, trying to look as convincing as possible, "Not at all! You are most welcomed to come here at any possible hour of any day of the week! Please—sit back down!" he insisted while gesturing at the chair he previously sat on, the sandaime chuckled and sat back down like told, he often made fun of his successor at times, such an easy victim to tease.
While running his hand through his spiky and messy blond hair, the yondaime –respectfully- sat on a chair in front of him, Hiruzen lifted an eyebrow, curiously watching the youth.
"You know, you don't have to feel ashamed, you can sit on your desk, Minato."
Minato looked at the ground, sheepishly smiling and uncomfortably scratching the back of his neck, "I'd rather not; just a few years back it was yours, sir."
The third rolled his eyes then smiled; his gaze not leaving the sight of an embarrassed Minato wasn't rare, but certainly amusing.
"Anyways, I think we should cut through the chase." He said rather seriously, that caught Minato's complete attention, the younger man stiffened at his superior's firm stare, usually he'd joke around before going into a more serious topic, but that was something new, something that meant bad news.
Nonetheless, the yondaime figured it might be best to listen carefully.
"I am sure you are aware of Uzumaki Mito's current state, am I correct?"
The blond nodded, he was aware of the Jinchuuriki and the demon tails, but he still had no idea where the old crook was trying to reach at.
Hiruzen blew some smoke, in a gentle yet professional manner, Minato coughed silently as the smoke tickled the edge of his nose, he continued his serious talk; "Then you must have been informed of her death, right?"
His eyes shot wide open, nearly choking on his own saliva when he gulped, "P-Pardon?" he stuttered, still shocked by the revelation, Hiruzen gave a curious look at his younger friend then sighed lowly.
"Well, you are now... I guess," was all he muttered before glancing at the big window. Minato grabbed his head in frustration; he was one of the old Uzumaki's pupil, yet how come he wasn't informed of her death? The old lady taught him almost all of her summoning techniques and probably gave him more love than any other woman would give him, she had an honest and sweet affection towards her pupil, seeing him like her own child. Minato gladly accepted her feelings and respected her and loved her just like a mother, a mother who should have been his from the start.
"Listen, this is hard... I know, but you must remain calm, I want you to do me a favour." He said quietly, Minato lifted his head to get a better look at him, listening ever so carefully.
"We managed to find ourselves another competent Jinchuuriki, she's here," he said rather calmly, Minato narrowed his eyes, then finally asked;
"Already? So soon? Are you sure she's up for it?"
The old man nodded and grinned in a very frantic manner, "Oh she's the perfect one, trust me." He sighed then continued; "She's just unbelievably stubborn and violent, has bad manners and acts and looks like a tomboy."
Minato rolled his eyes, so far he always knew that Hiruzen was a womanizer of some sort; one would be surprised if they known he was married for years, without –almost- any problems.
But somehow he was relieved that the Jinchuuriki was competent enough, if he had to do something as stupid as-
Suddenly, a bright shade of fiery red showed itself from behind the door, a glimpse of an attractive and curvy figure as well as pale creamy milk skin and two bright violet eyes that could pierce through one's soul appeared, her long and thin dark green dress reached her ankles, hence covering her supposed long legs. Her slim wrist lifted to knock gently on the door, peeking slowly while she asked sweetly in a low tone to come in.
Minato's frustrated expression changed dramatically to an amazed one, eyes wide and mouth flew open, he could feel his heart beat in an strange way, a sensation that was unknown to him until now, all he could see was the beautiful lady with blood red hair.
Hiruzen nodded, "You can come in, Kushina."
The pretty yet tall woman entered gracefully, her long red hair reached her hips waved and danced according to her slow paced movements, she had a charming look, pretty face and determined eyes, surely such a fine lady couldn't possibly be the human sacrifice?
"Minato, this is Kushina, our most recent Jinchuuriki," Hiruzen greeted as he stood up to introduce, Minato remained bewildered for a few seconds before he clumsily stood up and scratched the back of his head nervously, still embarrassed with himself, he gave a sheepish smile and reached out his hand for a shake.
"Namikaze Minato, pleased to meet you," he said rather calmly, the red-head smiled back at him with confidence, then accepted his hand-shake offer, "Uzumaki Kushina, likewise."
The sandaime give a satisfied nod, happy to see that both of them were getting rather well together, now the only thing left for him was to finish off his silly blond of a student with the final blow.
"Kushina, you will be living under the same roof with this man, until you are in your fullest capabilities, understood?"
The red-head glanced at the old man, then smiled sweetly while nodding in confirmation, Minato on the other hand turned his head dramatically towards the sandaime who was grinning rather ridiculously, eyes wide, the blond blinked twice then finally hissed a 'what'?!
Hiruzen rolled his eyes, "Come on, don't look so surprised, Minato." He sighed as he sat back down, "This is strictly professional, we just sealed the Kyuubi inside Kushina, she can barely protect herself right now, she needs someone to look after her and to protect her."
His words barely reached him, this was probably the last thing he had in mind; sharing his house with a woman, a pretty and attractive one at that, and with a bonus: the same age as him.
Unexpectedly, his heart skipped one or two beats when Hiruzen said that, the thought of it bought him so many unknown feelings that it was probably unbearable for his –usually- calm heart, he had trouble with work; but this? This just breaks everything he had so carefully arranged, his peaceful life without troublesome women, this was all-
Just a pain in the neck.
Minato was about to protest until he noticed Kushina's flushed cheeks, her bright eyes glancing down at something in particular, the blond wondered what she was looking at until he noticed that he was still holding her hand.
His expression turned from serious to freakin' embarrassed, he stuttered an apology and backed away as soon as he could, Hiruzen chuckled at the sight then left quietly the room, not letting Minato giving him his good share of complaints, instead, he whispered a good luck to his successor then gave a barely noticeable thumbs up before fully exiting the room.
So far it managed to make the –supposed- composed and self-esteemed hokage face-palm.
His stare turned back to the red-head, who was smiling sweetly at him, he didn't know why but her smile managed to make his heart flutter, he cleared his throat nervously before starting his –so called- professional talk.
"So um... Were you... Told about this beforehand?" he asked calmly while twirling his thumbs, something he didn't particularly do.
She nodded, "Yes, I've been told."
So to put it simply, this was some kind of revenge of some sort? Some kind of punishment? Did heaven hate him or just tested him? A humongous amount of questions popped into his circle of possibilities, until Kushina blows them away with her lovely features.
The yondaime gave her a professional look, and then looked at his watch, it was getting late and the red-head was probably very tired at the moment, he glanced up at her then smiled nervously.
"I think it might be best to head home, you must be tired?" he asked concerned, the girl shrugged but finally nodded afterwards, "I guess I am, actually."
He let out a relieved sigh and gestured at the door, meaning for her to follow him outside of his office, his house was pretty far and was aware, but he didn't want to risk breaking a few theories if he tried to teleport with someone for the first time.
. . .
While walking towards his—their home, Minato looked at Kushina an awful lot, his eyes explored her from head to toe, how could Hiruzen call such a fine and exotic beauty a stubborn, violent bad mannered tomboy?She was the complete opposite, a refined woman with a nice curved body and beautiful facial features, her posture was straight and graceful, her hair was just so addicting to see, the color never tired his eyes, but only stimulated his brain.
They walked for a good fifteen minutes before arriving to Minato's sanctuary, the blond chuckled nervously while getting his keys out of his pockets, Kushina's smile didn't fade, but remained like a bright shining light –that only made him more nervous, though.-
"I-I know this isn't much but..." he mumbled while opening the door, "It's still better than nothing, right?"
Really, the man was being ridiculously modest, the house was huge, and unexpectedly tidy. A nice smell of man's cologne was all over the place, marking his presence in every little corner of the room, Kushina gasped as she saw how big and fancy her –so called- home was!
"This is so freakin' epic, ttebane!" she murmured, eyes glowing with fascination, Minato tilted his head, "P-Pardon?"
Without adding another word, she took off her shoes and threw them randomly while she rushed towards the sofa, putting her feet on the coffee table and taking the nearby remote who was lying right next to her, she turned the TV on and melted comfortably on the over-sized sofa.
Minato couldn't help but blink twice in stupefaction, he suddenly heard a rather loud growl coming from her direction; Kushina abruptly turned to look at him, still on the sofa.
"Oi," she called in a rather manly tone, Minato remained silent for a few seconds until he shook his head and snapped out of his shock, "Yes?"
"Is there something to eat? I'm starving, dattebane!"
The young yondaime gulped and smiled nervously, "Of course! Is there something you want in particular?" he asked rather softly, the red-head turned back to face the screen, who showed a ridiculous show of men disguised as dogs, "I want ramen!" she loudly replied with confidence. Minato nodded and headed towards the kitchen where he'd try to find some instant noodles, his attention suddenly came back to Kushina, who was scratching her upper thigh and unconsciously revealing it to the now, very interested Minato. Feeling his stare, she quickly glared at him and threw the remote at his head, cursing lightly under her breath.
"You better fetch my ramen if you don't want your sorry-ass to regret it later!" she said rather arrogantly, showing a bit more of her foreign accent, Minato slowly entered the kitchen while rubbing his now injured head, "R-Right away!" he said in a low tone.
No matter how much of a good boy he is, his naiveté won't remain for long, especially when the attractive yet somewhat tomboyish and vulgar red-headed girl starts living with him. He swore to never judge by one's appearance ever again.
And a plus, Hiruzen's description fitted her rather well.
To be Continued...A/N:Want me to add chapter 2? Review! Support is appreciated! Anyways, next chapter will be pervy, c: wanna' bet when Minato will lose his virginity? Haha! Review, see ya next time.
Sorry if I made grammatical mistakes, I'm a foreigner, so...
