I own nothing and I love this pairing.


"So why are we out here again?"

There is a saying going around Konohagakure: Uzumaki Kushina is a force of nature and thus her wrath nor her irritation are things to be risked lightly. Her wrath has set nations on fire and her irritation has been known to put people in the hospital. All said, quite an accomplishment for a girl of eighteen years. Most avoid leading her along for any length of time if they can help it.

No one ever said Namikaze Minato had much in the way of common sense.

Minato leads Kushina through the quiet, deserted night street of Konoha. He has his hand curled over her wrist and Kushina personally doesn't like this arrangement at all. A bit of thunder rolls overhead and a thick, moist wind blows through the street—the reason Minato and Kushina are alone tonight.

Minato grins back at her. "You'll see." Kushina's expression is distinctly unamused, but it softens slightly at his smile and Kushina, for now, seems content not to kill him.

Their travels take them up the fire escape of an apartment building and onto its roof. Apparently this is the intended destination, because Minato whoops and goes to stand on the ledge, holding his arms spread out like some bastardization of the Messiah.

Kushina rolls her eyes and restrains a smile at Minato's idiocy. "Minato, I assume that this is the point where you will be telling me just what the Hell we're doing here?"

A hand is waved enthusiastically for Kushina to join him; she does (Good thing I don't have a fear of heights). "I love this spot. Just look at the view!"

Kushina does, and begrudgingly she does admit that it is impressive. She can see all of Konoha from here, the lights glittering like a bed of stars.

"I have to admit, it is a nice view."

Then, overhead, thunder comes again and the bottom drops out.

Kushina turns and smirks at Minato. "And now it's raining."

The rain is pounding thick immediately, the drops like pellets propelled at great force. Within five seconds Kushina's long hair is sticking to her back and legs, her shirt clinging to what little curves she possesses.

"Guess we just have to go back to my place and dry off," Kushina remarks airily, shooting a sly look at Minato out of her lowered eyelashes.

Sensing some ulterior motive on her part, Minato smiles a little nervously. "How?"

"I'm sure we can think of something."