Lights in the Fridge
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.
Author's Note: Argh. Haven't had a computer for going on three weeks now and of course, that's when I get the break in all the writer's blocks.
Cousins from Texas are over for their spring break and I forgot how quiet the house gets without so many people around. Got to go to Megacon last weekend, but I was way too lazy to dress up.
This stemmed from watching three hours straight of America's Funniest Home Videos with my cousins last night with a healthy finishing dose of The Ugly Truth.
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You can't deny laughter; when it comes, it plops down in your favorite chair and stays as long as it wants. ~Stephen King, Hearts in Atlantis
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"I thought you said you were going to tape us?" Naruto looked up at his dad who had an odd, black box in his hands.
Sasuke was standing right beside him, looking just as puzzled as his best friend. It was one of their many dinners that the Uchihas and the Uzumakis spent together. Minato looked around the video camera at the two five year olds. "I am taping you.'
Naruto shook his head and pointed at the camera. "That's not tape. Tape's clear. I've seen it when Mom wraps the Christmas presents."
It took a moment, but realization finally dawned on Minato. "Oh, you thought that I meant that I was physically going to tape you. Oh, boys…"
Sasuke and Naruto frowned at each other before looking over at Itachi and Kakashi, both lounging on the couch with coffee in their hands, though Kakashi looked as though he were biting back a chuckle and Itachi's eyes were rather shiny with suppressed laughter.
"I don't get it." The boys said in unison.
Those words were the trigger and everyone save for the two best friends collapsed helplessly into laughter. Naruto looked around at them, smiling as if he wished to join in if someone were to explain the joke.
Minato just hugged his son—sons, really. Sasuke and Itachi were very nearly as part of the family as Kakashi and Kushina were—and simply said between his laughs, "You boys will be the death of me."
Kushina leaned her shoulder against the wall, lips quirked as she looked at the patchwork family that they made. Minato was right—they would be the death of them with their pranks and endless mischief, however innocent it might start out. But what a glorious way to die, she thought, surrounded by family and laughter.