"... what…?" Kushina whispered, after several moment's pause.
Sasuke huffed, folding his arms across his chest.
"You heard exactly what I said." His dark eyes were expressionless.
They didn't say anything. What could they say in response to that?
After a few seconds, Sasuke turned on the balls of his feet and calmly walked out of the room. Kushina and Minato watched him go.
He paused in the kitchen.
He lowered his head.
His fingers curled into balls at his side.
How—how dare they ask him that. To help that 'poor boy'.
Where had been his help? His aid? His guardian angel? He didn't get one. Why should Naruto? Why should Naruto get the comfort he'd so desperately needed after the death of his clan? Why should he—
Sasuke sucked in a deep breath. Eyes watery, he sat down at his kitchen table.
His hands shook at his side.
He was livid. All he could see was red.
It was with fury in his eyes that Sasuke put his sandals back on; he—he needed to go on a walk. Or something. He needed to cool off… to relax. Otherwise, he'd do something he regretted.
The last Uchiha stalked out of his apartment, not even bothering to lock the door behind him.
But as he made his way out onto the street, a certain pair of ghosts headed him off.
"Sasuke," Minato said, stepping in front of him. Consciously, Sasuke knew that he could simply step through the blonde—at the same time, the man still seemed to present a physical barrier.
The street was quiet. Deserted. They were alone.
"Yes?" He responded mildly, though his tone was low.
Minato's eyes narrowed. Kushina was right beside him.
"I'm asking you this as your Hokage…" the blonde murmured. "Tell our son about us. Make up some excuse, if you have to. Tell him what we look like, how we act… I want him to know us, as much as possible. This is not a request, Uchiha Sasuke."
Sasuke stared up at the man.
"As my Hokage," he mouthed.
Minato nodded.
"Very well," said Sasuke. "I'll do it."
Grudgingly, perhaps, but he would still go through it.
Except he met the same exact problem as Naruto did. Minus the theatrics, perhaps, butt still—he tried to talk to the blonde the next day after training, and received nothing but a sore throat for his troubles. Minato and Kushina could only watch in despair as their last chance at communicating, albeit indirectly, with their son vanished.
Sasuke looked rather surly as he walked away from the training grounds, alone aside from the ghosts on his flank, the both of them stunned into silence.
"It seems that whatever gave me the power to see you two… did not want anyone else to know that fact," Sasuke murmured.
There was nothing more to it then that.