The Dream Team
We're back, bitches.
.
.
.
"This milk expired months ago," Minato said, aghast, as he rummaged around in the mostly empty fridge. "How is it that he hasn't caught some incurab—"
Hashirama bounced on his feet. "No time for that now. We can ruminate later, Namikaze. Quick—put these on."
A bundle of cloth was shoved under his nose, and Minato squinted, straightening up, closing the fridge door as he did. "…it's orange," he said, exasperated. "Kushina would be so proud," he muttered, rubbing his face tiredly, remembering his wife's penchant for bright colors. "This is the ugliest thing—"
"Yeah, and you're going to wear it. It should fit you—you are his dad, after all."
Sarutobi snorted. "It would probably be easier to hunt around this place for money than to go through all of this…"
Minato looked up, instantly wary, as he slid his arms in to the sleeves of the jacket with great caution. "…wait. Hashirama said we were—"
"IT'S YOUR TIME TO SHINE, BLONDIE. GO."
And abruptly, Minato was shoved out the door and into the sunlight.
.
.
.
notes: still for les. forever for les. also for nicole; be happy, dear, and I love you.
notes two: so there's this recurring pattern that tends to happen with stories that are not sufficiently "long enough" for the holier-than-thou readers, so I'd like to get a few things straight right now: 1) this is a drabble series, if it wasn't blatantly obvious. they're supposed to be short. if you want long fic, you can leave and find it elsewhere. nobody's stopping you. 2) no, I won't put them together in the same chapter because what kind of sense would that even make when they're unrelated. and 3) if you want to say something, you can say it to me without hiding beyond anonymity. grow a pair and some dignity.
that being said, I do love the majority of you who are kind and encouraging. you're all wonderful. thank you for reading. (:
review?