D is for 'Damsel'
Because damn, Kushina shouldn't be one
Characters: Uzumaki Kushina & Namikaze Minato
Rating: K+
Pairing: Well, duh
Disclaimer: If I owned her, she WOULDN'T be one
Uzumaki Kushina was, for the lack of a better word, annoyed. Heavily annoyed.
So, alright, she had been kidnapped. That she could accept. One wasn't gifted with awesome chakras and incredible beauty to go by unnoticed by enemies, right?
And she couldn't free herself. That was unfortunate enough, but still, she was about half as old and experienced as her kidnappers, so yeah, she could forgive the universe for that.
She wasn't even sorry for having to rip out all that hair, for it still showed she was way more awesome than her kidnappers for thinking of this, and she never liked her hair anyways, although some bread or stones would have hurt a lot yes. But she wasn't going to whine about that.
So what was really pissing her of was that, after all this being kidnapped and rescued by some freak who apparently thought of himself as some freaking knight in shining armor who could just waltz right in, sway her off her feet, waltz away into the sunset to put her back behind her white picket fence, she still had some freaking dignity to defend. She was not one of those apparently contagious distressed damsels all of her friends had turned out to be once puberty hit, dammit!
"You can stop carrying me now." She muttered while glaring at her savior, who had been smiling like the idiot he was ever since he'd saved her. "I can walk on my own."
"I know" The idiot responded, still smiling. "But I'm faster."
"You…!" Kushina growled and tried to hit him, which proofed to be quite hard while being carried bridal style at something that felt like light speed. "Let go off me! Now!"
"Nope." Was the prompt answer. "I want to get home eventually, 'kay?"
"Listen!" She cried out, exasperated. "Only because you rescued me once, doesn't mean I need you or anybody else, okay? I can walk on my own, I can carry my own weight, I'm a big girl and can find the way home on my own, I can take care of myself, defend myself if necessary, I DO NOT need to be rescued, usually, and I'm NOT A DAMSEL! So don't get any wrong ideas, got it?"
That at least kept him from grinning. For a few seconds.
"I know." He said then. "But I'm still faster."
She sighed deeply and finally gave up.
"So…" She tried to start a more civil conversation. "How the hell did you get to be the only one rescuing me, anyway?"
Minato shrugged.
"Well, I guess I was the only one to notice your hair." He explained. "A shame you had to pull out so much, though. It's so pretty."
And now, Uzumaki Kushina was, for the lack of a better word, flabbergasted.
Oh, dammit…