Dear Diary,

Today's the day I become a dad! Hopefully, there aren't too many complications. Tsume-senpai's vivid imagery's been haunting my dreams for weeks now.

I wish mum and dad and Izura-chan and Shimu-kun and Rin-chan and Obito-kun were here.

But today's the day I get to meet Naruto for the first time! I bet he's going to be adorable. I hope he gets Kushina's hair. I'll write the rest of this entry when I get back.


In the rubble of a levelled Konoha, still reeling from the devastation of Pain's initial attack, there lay a beaten up, innocuous book. It had a plain cover that looked to have once been a bright blue but was now a dull, sad beige.

On his way to confront Pain, with his copy of Ero-Sennin's first book clutched in his hand, Naruto stepped over it without looking down to see what he'd trampled. He had righteous purpose. He had no time for sentimental old things that had been destroyed like so many lives and homes had been today.

It was just a diary, after all, and was nothing special.


A/N: This is it. This is the last chapter of The Diary of Namikaze Minato. It has been eight years. I've written this over the span of eight years. I think I'm going to cry. Thank you so much to every single person that has ever read this piece of writing, started so long ago. Especially you, Riku Uzumaki, who's reading these last five chapters even as I publish them in one sitting! This was my first ever multi-chaptered fic, and MinaKushi was my first OTP. Words cannot express what this piece of work has meant to me. I will be going back and editing this one last time, but this is it.

It's just a fanfic, after all, but it meant something special.