Author's Notes: Here's Shiro. You'll probably be seeing him again in the future. Poor thing didn't know who he was messing with.
Minato was not jealous.
He was many things upon seeing Kushina again. He was happy that his old friend was fine. He was shocked at how much she had changed. He was a little sad that the tomboy he'd romped with wasn't much of a tomboy anymore. And he was feeling something that only Jiraiya-sensei would dare name as he observed (because he was only casually observing, not gaping and certainly not imagining scenarios involving) her feminine curves.
He was not jealous upon seeing Kushina holding Shiro's hand. He was not spiteful as she laughed at something Shiro said. The sudden desire to dash Shiro's head against the wall had nothing to do with his tucking a stray scarlet strand of hair away from Kushina's face as if…as if it was his right. Possessive fury was not choking his veins, invading every inch of his body. No, Minato was not jealous.
Vindictive, maybe. Why, he wasn't sure. But he certainly wasn't jealous.
"Mina-chan," Kushina sang. Minato's indignant retort at the childhood moniker died at the twinkle in her eyes.
"Uh, yes, Kushina?"
"Let's go have a drink, Mina-chan. I haven't seen you in almost two years!" she enthused. Her hands closed around his arm and his brain promptly shut down. His argument that they were still too young to drink was waylaid somewhere between his mouth and brain.
"Whatever you say," he finally responded. He was very proud he managed to string together an answer. Her smile proved detrimental to his mental capacities.
"Great! I'll stop by your apartment around eight. You're still living in the same apartment, right?"
Not trusting himself with speech when faced with her proximity, Minato nodded dumbly.
"Perfect!" She hugged him briefly. "I'll see you later, Mina-chan!" With a final wave, she turned, long red hair whipping around her slender figure and walked away.
Minato would have gazed after her with a stupid expression on his face if not for Shiro slinging his arm around her shoulders.
No, Minato was not jealous. But his anger was metastasizing. And if Shiro didn't remove the arm, Minato would do so for him. Permanently.