(A/N: Minato's been crying while writing this. I'm making no more excuses for delays. I feel they are redundant.)

Dear Diary,

There are times in a man's life where they begin to question everything they have ever known and/or will ever have the (mis)fortune of knowing. This is my time.

I am in love with the...MOST INFURIATING WOMAN IN THE SHINOBI CONTINENTS.

That just had to be in bold. I hate her. No, I love her, but I hate her right now. Why?

Let's see, I go over to her house, see her with this, pleasant and amiable I'm sure, man kissing her and straddling her and she's moaning 'no' and then they both see me after making me feel beyond awkward (despairing and losing faith in humanity more and more by the minute) and then make hasty excuses to dispel the tension, I question her honour and restraint, she looks ashamed, and I run out of that stifling place faster than you can say kunai, all the while thinking Fugu-face must really be a sad man.

I went over to Kushina-san's house, expecting her to be happy and evil as per usual, but she looked at me with a dead look in her eyes and said 'So you know.' And I figured she'd found out about what I'd witnessed (somehow) and said 'Yeah...it was awkward. I wish I didn't know, but I...just want the images to go away.'

She, completely out of the ordinary, grew so angry with me that she yelled and screamed at me and said that I was a horrible human being and she wished she'd never met me because, and she was very quiet when she said this and that's why it hurt more,

"I can't trust you. We can't even be classed as friends Namikaze, and I'd hoped...but it doesn't matter, because I just don't want to see your face again. Monster."

It hurt. It hurts still, even though it's been three days since...It hurts even more not knowing what on earth I've done wrong! It hurts because to Kushina, being called a monster is the worst insult.

It means death and murder and rape and pillage and anguish and lost love and hope and despair and bad feelings and BO and traitors and thieves and grave robbers and Orochimaru and evil experiments and perverseness and incest and no more chocolate in the world and orphans without a smile on their faces and mothers crying for their children and father's murdering their daughters, wrapped neatly with a heavy dose of pain you experience only when a woman you love says you suck and punches your balls.

Times a million.

Yeah, that bad.

But the worst bit was that she was crying when she told me to leave. I...really don't know what to do. She told me to leave and I guess I'll respect her boundaries although I really wish I could go and see her and hug her and tell her how much she means to me and –Oh Kami-sama, she doesn't trust me anymore.

And Tsume-senpai and Inoichi and Kushina were right. I am a crybaby.

I love her. I love her. I love her. I love her. I love her.

I hate her. I hate it when she makes me hurt this much.

I don't even know what I did wrong and I can't ask Mikoto-chan after the incident. You know the one. Even if I could, she'd probably call me an oblivious fool and yell at me...That's what everyone's been doing lately; calling me names and trying to get my ear drums to explode with a Nazi-reminiscent fervour.

Inner Uzumaki-san is shaking her despondently and asking me how in Inari-sama's power I know Adolf Hitler. Goes to show you how much she really knows about me. She just metaphorically punched me in the stomach and said that when my future destitute children see my face, that is exactly what they're going to do to me too.

But with Kushina angry at me and possibly forever estranged, I have no chance of having blue-eyed red-haired hyperactive twins...

Oh look, the teardrops on this page are multiplying. I really am affected by this a bit too much aren't I? I should have expected something like this either way. It's better this way. Kushina will always be held back by me and now that I'm no longer an unnecessary hindrance, she can find someone worthy of her and her amazing personality and that enchanting evil cackle and those beautiful looks of mischief sparkling in her eyes and...

Is it raining?

(A/N: He's crying, in denial and I'm sure the beginning didn't make sense. I'kl sort of explain it in the next chapter, but see if you can guess till then.)