Moving On
Hey Daddy!
Namikaze Kushina was a proud and strong woman. Mikoto knew that very well, but she also knew that her friend was stubborn and smart. These were good qualities and Mikoto just hoped that Kushina could see that their sons were being foolish and silly just as clear as she could. If Sasuke and Naruto couldn't solve this by themselves, and if their couple therapist couldn't, then it just left one option. She and Kushina would have to beat some sense into their thick heads.
Mikoto walked with her head held high through the airport, her shoes clapping against the cold, hard limestone floor. She had put on one of her nicest dresses and had her long, silky hair loose for once. She had planned very well what to say, what to do, when to smile.
A cab was waiting for her as soon as she put a foot outside the airport, and she had only one bag with her, since she didn't plan to stay more than a night. The female Uchiha had booked a hotel room, not because she didn't think she was welcome at the Namikaze, but because she thought it was for the best if she wasn't too close to Naruto. That little blonde idiot was making her baby boy miserable, and she would not be held responsible for her actions if he came too close.
The car ride was quiet and she didn't bother to check her surroundings. Her eyes were trained on her manicured nails, and she was biting the inside of her cheek. It wasn't that she was nervous, no, but she was slowly losing her cool, and when she lost her cool, she became rude and cold.
"We're here, Uchiha-sama," the driver suddenly said. It ripped her out of her thoughts and made her stand with both of her feet on the ground.
She smiled and looked up, only to see that the cab driver had opened the door for her. She climbed out and received her bag. Giving him a polite smile, she paid him and started walking up to the big mansion. The cherry trees weren't blooming just yet, but the garden was stunning anyway.
She walked up to the doors and knocked, and almost immediately was the door opened, and before her stood a stunning man in her own age. Minato's grin disappeared slowly, and his lips formed a thin line.
"Hello, Minato-san," she said, her voice silky smooth.
"Mikoto-san." He bowed his head and moved aside, to let her walk inside. "Are you here to see Kushina?"
"Yes," Mikoto answered and pushed her bag and coat in his chest. He grabbed them before they fell to the floor. "Where is she, Minato?"
The blonde man scowled. "I believe that she is in the music studio, in the piano room." He pointed towards the stairs that went down. "Straight forward in the corridor to the door furthest away."
Mikoto smiled as she nodded her head. "Thank you." She then proceeded to make her way down the stairs and to a corridor with light grey walls. On the walls hung a few pictures, all surrounded by blue frames. They were beautiful, the pictures, but she wasn't here to look at them.
She took long steps until she found herself standing in front of a door which she knocked a couple of times on, gently. But no one opened, so she knocked harder. Still, no one opened the door for her, so she did it herself.
The door was a little heavy to push open, but she had no problems. The room she entered was simple; brown walls, a beautiful piano in the centre of the room. Kushina was sitting on a stool in front of the big, black instrument. Her red hair was put in an ugly knot in the back, but she looked gorgeous nevertheless.
Kushina looked up as she heard the door open, and her green-brown eyes widened in surprise. "Mikoto! I couldn't hear you – the rooms down here are soundproof!"
Mikoto nodded once, taking in the information. She looked over the room, only to see a man in the corner; he was sitting on an olive green armchair, slumped down slightly, one leg crossed over the other. He was muscular and had the same hair-colour as Kushina, though his hair was ruffled and short – he was handsome.
"It was a while ago, wasn't it?" Kushina said and stood up. Mikoto saw how she desperately tried to fix her hair; pulling it out of the knot and straightening it with her fingers. "What brings you to Kyoto, Mikoto?"
Mikoto smiled at her behaviour. Kushina knew why she was here. "I think you know, Kushina," Mikoto answered, her voice a lot calmer than Kushina's. "Maybe we should talk in private?"
Kushina looked over at the corner, where the man was now sitting a little straighter and eyeing them suspiciously. "Oh... um... Mikoto, this is my oldest. Kyuubi, this is Sasuke's mother. I don't think he'll be in the way. Please, Mikoto, sit down."
Mikoto sat down in an armchair next to Kyuubi, fixing her long hair a little. She smiled at the man, who grinned widely at her, and she noted that his teeth looked sharp enough to bite off her wrist, and she unconsciously grimaced slightly.
"Pleasure," he said, holding out his hand. "Namikaze Kyuubi."
"Nice to meet you," Mikoto answered with a smile, and took his large hand and shook it firmly before leaning back – he didn't stop grinning.
"This is about my brother and the sissy, am I right?" Kyuubi asked.
Mikoto flinched. "My son is not a sissy."
"Please," Kushina interrupted. "Don't start an argument." She wore a forced smile.
Mikoto nodded once. "I'm here because I need you to talk to your son." Mikoto crossed her legs in a business-like manner and leaned slightly forward, as she watched Kushina's smile disappear and almost invisible wrinkles formed around her eyes as she scowled.
"I'm afraid I can't do that, Mikoto." Kushina muttered. Mikoto stared at her questioningly, waiting for the red-head to continue, but she didn't, however, and Kyuubi felt obliged to fill Mikoto in.
"My dear father is following Naru-chan where ever he goes. I promise, ever since they let me out, those two have been inseparable. But you know what they say about blondes—"
"No blonde jokes, Kyuubi," Kushina interrupted him with a stern voice, only making Kyuubi's grin widen. "But it's true. Minato won't let Naruto out of sight now that he's back. He's so happy – I'm not sure if I want to take it away from him."
"This is your son you're talking about," Mikoto said as she stood up. "Don't you want Naruto to be happy? You can't let this continue, I knew that Minato was a bit over-protective but there has to be some kind of limit!"
Kushina stood up, albeit calmly. "You don't know them, Mikoto. You don't know how their relationship looks like."
Mikoto grimaced. "That's sick, Kushina. You know that it's wrong. You have to talk to Naruto about this! Your child is behaving like a spoiled brat because Sasuke has been busy at work the last couple of months."
Kushina made an aggravated sound. "I know that his behaviour is unacceptable. It's embarrassing to me too – as his mother – but Naruto doesn't know better. He wants – needs – attention, and if he doesn't gets it he turns into this little... little..."
"Monster," Kyuubi filled in when Kushina sat down again, unable to find any words to describe her youngest son. "He's an attention craving little bitch. So what? It doesn't matter what you think, Uchiha. What matters is that daddy loves his little Naru-chan." With a big grin plastered on his face, Kyuubi walked out of the piano room, leaving the two females alone.
Kushina looked troubled, and Mikoto didn't know what to say. This was sick, and she should have realized it as soon as she laid her eyes on that happy blonde boy that stole her son's heart.
"Kushina..." Mikoto spoke in a quiet voice, as if she was ashamed of what had been said in this room only seconds ago. "Where is Naruto right now?"
"With his father, probably in the kitchen making dinner." Kushina sounded far away, and her green-brown never left the spot she was staring at.
Mikoto nodded once. "I'll see you later, Kushina." She left the room and hurried up to the kitchen, confirming that Kushina was right. In the big kitchen she found the two blondes; Kyuubi was also there, sitting by the table. The taller blonde was wearing a big grin and talking happily, his voice faded away, however, as soon as he spotted Mikoto in the doorframe.
"Naruto-kun," Mikoto smiled to the boy. It was hard to smile, but she had been taught well by her mother and father to always be polite. Naruto's eyes widened a little at the sight of Sasuke's mother in the kitchen. She held out a pale hand. "Come with me, Naruto-kun. I want to talk to you."
"No. No, no, no." Minato let out a false laugh. He put away the knife he had used earlier to chop vegetables. "Naru-chan's busy."
Kyuubi snorted. "He's not doing anything, Minato. Let the Uchiha speak to him."
"Be quiet, Kyuubi," Minato ordered harshly, but it didn't really shut the red head up. Kyuubi chuckled, but let Minato continue. "I don't think Naru-chan wants to talk to you."
Naruto opened his mouth to speak, but Mikoto stepped further into the room and spoke up before the blonde even got a chance to move his tongue. "Can't you see how you're degrading him? It's awful; you're treating him like a child." Naruto once again opened his mouth, but the only one who noticed was Kyuubi, who had no intentions of helping him out.
"He is a kid," Minato growled. "My kid."
"No! He's over twenty years old, Minato! You're doing this because you're afraid to let go! You're a selfish old man that doesn't want to let go of his youngest son! Can't you see that you've screwed him up enough?!" Mikoto hit her own temple to show what she meant. "Can't you see that he's fucked-up, up here already?!"
The silence was deafening. Mikoto blushed and lowered her hand – had she really screamed that? The first one to make a sound was Kyuubi, who was grinning like a madman.
"Way to go, Uchiha!" he laughed and Mikoto thought that it was a horrible laugh. "Welcome to the loony bin!"
Still laughing, Kyuubi walked out of the room and left the others to clean up the mess Mikoto had created. She glanced at Naruto, and felt her throat go dry. He was staring down on his hands, his eyes a little watery. She tore her eyes away from the sad picture and looked up on Minato as she clenched her hands into fists when she noticed that Minato was smirking.
She would not be held responsible for her actions. . .
UAUAUA
"This just has to be the funniest day since I got out of jail. Don't you agree, kiddo?" Kyuubi looked over at his little brother, who still looked horrified. "Aw, don't be so boring! C'mon, can't you see the fun in the situation? No?" Kyuubi sighed; at least he thought it was funny. It wasn't every day you saw one of the richest women in the Japan land a punch on one of the richest men in Japan. It was even funnier when the rich woman was from the prestigious Uchiha clan and the man was known as a very nice and people loving person.
Well, of course his little brother couldn't see the fun in it because he was such a daddy's boy, but then again, Naruto was probably still traumatized upon hearing such things come out from Uchiha Mikoto's mouth.
Kyuubi brushed some of his unruly, red hair out of his eyes and continued to stare at his father. Minato was holding a package of frozen peas against his cheek, which had turned a blue colour soon after Mikoto landed her fist on it. Mikoto had gone to her hotel just a few minutes ago, after having talked – rather yelled – to Kushina. Kushina had followed to the hotel, unable to see her husband in the eyes.
Kyuubi was sure that they were going to plot against their sons, but that didn't bother him. Not at all. In fact, Kyuubi would be very glad if something happened in his otherwise boring life. Ever since he stopped steal cars and rob stores his life had gotten quite meaningless. All the adrenaline – what was he supposed to do with that if he couldn't punch someone in the face and then run away?
"Oi, lil bro?" Naruto didn't answer. Kyuubi gave him a light shove that almost sent the blonde off his chair. "Come on! Let's go to Tokyo. I'm bored. It's not fun ogling the geisha that lives here anymore. They're prude."
Naruto looked up at him slowly; his voice was weak when he spoke. "Yeah," he muttered. "Let's go back to Tokyo."
Kyuubi snickered and got up. Minato hadn't heard their conversation, since he was busy processing what Mikoto had yelled in his face. Kyuubi walked upstairs to the guestrooms, Naruto in tow.
"Pack your things fast," Naruto spoke up as soon as they were upstairs. "I want to go as soon as we can."
"Don't you wanna say goodbye to daddy first?" Kyuubi got a dirty glare for that comment, but both knew that it was something true in Kyuubi's sarcastic question. Without further talking, both brother got into their guestrooms and started packing their things.
Of course, Kyuubi got finished first, because he just had a few clothes to pack. He stood outside Naruto's room, listening. He knew that Naruto was finished. He could hear Naruto's voice through the door; it was weak and pathetic.
"Yes, Gaara... I'm coming back..."
To Be Continued
A/N: I put the A/N here instead. Hehe. Thought I forgot? Well, I didn't. ;) Reviews are much loved, and constructive critism is wanted. Nothing out of the usual. Thank you, Mi-seme, for beta reading! Expect the eleventh chapter very soon. Meanwhile you can enjoy my other stories xD