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Title: Of Vacations and Family Bonding
Genre: Humor/Romance/Family
Rating: T
Summary: It's summertime! The time for swimming, playing, and – most importantly – vacationing with your boyfriend's parents, one of whom seems to hate you. It's gonna be a great two weeks. AU, SasuNaru, Alive!Minato
Character(s): Naruto U./Sasuke U.
Warning(s): Yaoi (boy x boy), AU, language, and overprotective fathers (a.k.a. Alive!Minato)
Pairing(s): SasuNaru, MinaKushi
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or its characters
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An angry twitch wracked his body as he heard the almost-silent black Mustang enter his driveway and park right in front of the garage. His cerulean eyes narrowed as he glared out the front window near the door as his son's five-month "boyfriend" stepped out of the car with his stupid black skinny jeans and stupid graphic t-shirt and stupid combat boots and stupid sunglasses adorning his stupid pale face that covered his stupid black eyes.
And the fact that he was even invited on this trip was almost enough to make him see red.
Uchiha Sasuke had always been seen as a rival-figure to his bubbly son – someone who he would scream and rant about to friends and family but who he secretly looked up to as an obstacle to overcome, be it in academics, sports, or even social gatherings – until they'd somehow managed to confess their undying love for each other at a consequential meeting at the movies (it was more of an awkward kiss followed by an awkward confession and a definite awkward silence during the drive home, but Minato didn't see it that way, despite the constant corrections from both his wife and son).
"Is that him?" a voice whispered next to his ear, smelling suspiciously like alcohol already, even though the vacation hadn't even started yet.
"Yeah, that's him," Minato unnecessarily whispered back. "Ugh, he looks like – excuse me – a douche bag."
Jiraiya snorted and took another swig of whatever was in the decorated silver flask that he had clasped in his hand. "He looks like an Uchiha."
The blonde spun around, pointing at his father-figure melodramatically. "Exactly! Those Uchiha are bad news," he accused, peering through the blinds as the 17-year-old made his way to the front door.
"Minato, you're being ridiculous," his wife said, reaching to let the teen in. "He's perfectly nice; don't be so dramatic."
The blond huffed and stood from his crouching position. "Hi, Sasuke-kun!" he heard his wife greet the visitor.
"Is Naruto ready?" he asked.
"Well, he should be. Naruto! You ready?" the red-head called up the stairs.
"Yeah! Give me a minute!" he called back down.
Minato strode into the room, a confused look on his face. "Why does Naruto need to be ready?"
"He's gonna ride down to the cabin with Sasuke," Kushina responded, pushing past Minato and into the kitchen while Sasuke plopped himself down comfortably onto the sofa.
"Wait, what?"
"Well we can't all fit in the car, can we?"
"Well, no, but – "
"And we don't want Sasuke to drive down by himself."
"Why not?" was apparently the wrong thing to say. Minato shrunk back as his wife promptly glared at him and he could practically feel the smug little smirk the Uchiha brat was giving him behind his back.
"No, we don't. What if he gets bored or lost or something, dattebane?" Kushina asked, setting down a thick, blue cooler in front of the door.
"Naruto's got the worst sense of direction out of all of us; what help would he be?"
The red-head rolled her eyes and muttered, "Just drop it."
Minato opened his mouth to retort but his son bounced down the stairs, carrying multiple bags. "Alright, I'm ready!" he said brightly, grinning excitedly. The older blond grinned in retaliation and grabbed two duffel bags from his son and set them beside the cooler. Naruto set down the rest of the bags and noticed the Uchiha lounging on the sofa and his godfather in the reclining chair opposite. "Oh! Ero-sennin! Have you met Sasuke?" he asked, pulling Sasuke up off the couch by the wrist and motioning for Jiraiya to do the same.
"Ah, not officially, no. Although I've heard quite a lot," he responded, standing to greet the teen.
"Really?" the blonde asked, blinking confusedly. "I don't think I've mentioned him much while you were around."
"Ah, yes, well...never mind. Nice to meet you, Sasuke; the name's Jiraiya." He stuck his hand out and Sasuke grabbed it in his own, nodding in acknowledgment.
"Uchiha Sasuke," he responded, pulling his hand away politely and connected it with Naruto's.
"Uchiha, huh? You live with your parents, Sasuke?" Jiraiya asked, watching as Kushina and Minato went to pack the luggage into the trunk of their car.
"No, with my brother, Itachi; he's five years older than I and is the head of one of the major Uchiha branches."
"Oh, I see. So, you're in the same grade as Naruto, then?" This is getting a bit awkward...but he's a nice enough kid, Jiraiya thought.
"Yes."
Think he's got a sense of humor? Or maybe a perverted side to him... Jiraiya grinned and asked, "So, you're the seme, aren't you, Sasuke? You're definitely the seme type."
Naruto gaped and made noises of indignation as Sasuke smirked. "You bet."
The older man laughed heartily and clapped the teen on the back. "You don't talk much but you're a good kid. I like you."
"...Thanks."
"No problem, kid. I think we'll have a lot of fun," he said, hitting him on the back once again and walking out the door to help with the luggage.
As soon as the door shut, the raven turned and pulled Naruto into his chest and buried his nose into his blond hair, breathing deeply. "Missed you," he murmured, gripping the smaller boy tighter against his chest.
Naruto chuckled and hugged back, nuzzling into his chest and smelling what could only be described as Sasuke. It was slightly woodsy with a hint of Axe and his own personal scent. "I missed you, too. But," he said, smiling and pulling back, "now we get to spend two wonderful weeks together. You sure you can handle me? I can be quite a handful," Naruto teased.
"I'm sure. What kind of a boyfriend would I be if I couldn't even handle my amazing boyfriend for two weeks?" the raven asked, a small smile tugging at his lips and his forehead pressed against the other.
Naruto blushed a deep red and pushed the other boy away. "Don't get all mushy on me just because we're gonna be together for a little while," the blonde said.
A horn honked annoyingly outside and the two heard Kushina yelling at them to "get out here so we can leave, dattebane!" Naruto smiled and tugged on the other boy's pale wrist. "We'd better get out there before my dad has a stroke."
"Yeah, yeah."
Just before the blond reached the door handle, he stopped and turned to face Sasuke. "And remember, no doing anything perverted or below-the-belt. My dad will be all over us while we're there and I don't want him to hate you more than he already does," he teased. "No, but seriously. No sex."
Sasuke huffed but agreed; he didn't need Minato hating him more than he does already (as Naruto so bluntly put it) and if he walked into their room with Sasuke…compromising Naruto's personal space, he didn't think the older man would appreciate the gesture.
They closed and locked the door before stepping out of the house and walking over to the Namikazes' car where the three adults were waiting with Kushina in the driver's seat. "Now, I don't want you guys to get left behind so call if you need to stop for food or whatnot and try to keep up and keep an eye on me, all right?"
"Yes, ma'am," Sasuke replied, shooting her a salute, and Naruto smiled in confirmation.
Kushina chuckled and saluted back. "Carry on soldier."
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I'll be ending this chapter here but I have some sort of idea of how this fic is going to turn out. Expect at least another fourteen chapters with perhaps an epilogue and this so probably about 16 chapters total, assuming that I'll get it all done (but I'll certainly try my hardest).
By the way, I know that a lot of people have been favoriting and alerting my stories but it would really mean a lot if people reviewed – it's the food I live on as a writer.
Tah-tah for now!