Happy Birthday
It's over. Madara and Obito have both been defeated and the Allied Shinobi Forces have attained victory. As dawn breaks over the horizon Minato watches his son sinking to his knees, head tilted to the sky, an odd combination of guilt and joy on his face. The son he never knew, never got to see grow up, never was able to buy him his first set of kunai, never got to teach him Flying Thunder God or Rasengan (though it appears he was able to master the latter quite well under the tutelage of Jiraiya-sensei and Kakashi).
And as the sun slowly rises higher over the horizon, Minato remembers what day today is. October 10th. The day he and his wife died. The day his son was born. The day seventeen years ago which should have been one of immense joy and celebration, but had ended in the events which had cut him from his son's life completely. He wishes he could have lived to know this blond Shinobi, but knows his son would not be the man he is today if he had.
He steps away from the other Edo Kage and walks to stand beside his son. He wishes Kushina could be here to see this day, to see the hero their son has become.
"You did amazingly well." Minato stares into the distance as he places a hand on Naruto's shoulder. "Happy Birthday, son."
From the first prompt supplied by Master-of-Masters. I damn near cried writing this. Hope you like.
Didja see the new Chapter?! "Just come you Asshole" I think Mangapanda do that on purpose now. And everyone's constipated faces. Except Minato's. Dude was like, eh, whatever.