Edited: 5/2021
Pointless
Chapter 1: Closets ninja and bedtime stories
A cry from a four-year-old child shattered the silence of the sleeping household. He screamed for the one person who kept the monsters and even demons away.
"Daddy!" the child sobbed from his room, too afraid to leave his bed. Again he cried a little louder this time. "DADDY!"
"Your son calling for you." his red-headed wife elbowed her husband.
"I just got home." the young and very handsome Fourth Hokage yawned out. "And how come his MY son right now, when you always called him our son."
She only smiled as she batted her eyes at him, resting her right hand on his bare chest. "He's your son when he only crying for you, Minato. Also, it's two am, and I just got him to fall asleep an hour ago."
She made her point kindly… well as kind as anyone can be at this time of day on lack of sleep.
He rested his eyes on his lovely wife as he heard another cry. "AH! THEY'RE GONNA GET ME!" Minato kicked off his warm blanket, letting the chill slap against his bare flesh, before grabbing a shirt as he ahead across the hallway. Sliding his son's bedroom door open, catching him in his arms the moment the door was halfway open.
"In there! In there!" tears stained face, tumbling hand pointed the way toward his closet, as he buried his small head into the nape of his father neck.
There are a few things that Minato could not stand in life. One being a stuck-up noble. Two lack of teamwork. And third, being "Evil closet shinobis." he sighed, flicking the light on as he set his kid back down on his bed before marching right into the closet with a kunai.
Sounds of clashing, naming off random Jutsu, and then using Naruto's favorite, the Rasengan. This has become a nightly event during the wonderful nightmare stage of life.
"Did you get all the bad guys?" Bright blue eyes watched Minato from under his blanket.
"Yep, all gone, which means-"
Naruto pop-up from under his hiding spot jumping up and down. With his answer and not the one Minato was looking for. "Storytime!"
Minato's head dropped, sighing out some mumbling about Naruto being like his Mother right now. "Once they get fired up, there no stopping them."
"Alright, which book do you want?" the yellow flash knew it was a pointless question once his wild child jumps off his bed into arms once more.
"NO BOOKS! I want a real story!" he demanded. "And no gross girly story like Mom tells me. I want …... bad guys getting beat up and good guys saving the day."
Minato knew his still too young to understand it doesn't always happen that way in life, especially if you wear your village symbol upon your head.
"And pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeee don't tell me about the bridge story. That one has been told three different ways, either Obito saves the day and gets the girl or Kakashi saves the day or Rin's side that filled with gross kissing and stuff!"
Minato had to chuckle at his child's facial expression as he said each version of that dreadful mission.
"And if you love me, you won't tell me how you met Mommy again or how you got your students." Naruto squirmed and begged for that not to happen.
"Kiddo, I want to know which story you want to hear, not all the ones you don't." Naruto wiggles out of his father's arms, throwing the blankets over his head like a cloak. "I want to hear about the great nine tails beast attacking MY village."
"Oh, your village, huh?" Minato had to tickle his kid until Naruto squeal out for help.
"Yep. My village, when I become the Fifth Hokage." He had to smile at his pint-size rugrat telling him that. Naruto barely came up to his knees, and he was already trying to bump him off of the Hokage seat.
"And don't tell me I have to be this tall just to be one." Naruto tried his best to sketch out his little arms to the height a certain Uchiha made up. "Or have to know a thousand Jutsu." yeah, that sounds like the shrewd one. "Or be really cute and worshiped by all females." that sounds like his sensei there. "Or the worst one of them all...I have to be married first."
"Did your Mom tell you that one?" Naruto nodded in agreement at that." And Rin, too."
"That sounds like them, alright. I will tell you the story, even though you just heard it last night from your Mom."
"But she left out all the good parts. All she kept saying is how worried she was about you and how I didn't want to stay in her." Leave it to Kushina to tell their son the "G" rated site. Even if he's four, sometimes, you can "PG" it if you were really good at the sugar coating things. And since Minato, the master of such thing. He mostly had a lot of practice dealing with an Uchiha and a Hatake in the same team.
"Alright, you know the drill, lights off, set the nightlight, you in bed." Minato gave his son a hug before covering him up. "And most of all, we do what?"
Naruto's grin widens as he looks at his room's door. "And above all, never tell Mom about your side of the story."
"Right. Now, why don't we?"
"For two reasons. One, Mom doesn't like it, and the second, you'll be in the dog house." Minato messed up his child's blonde hair.
"Right. Here's your teddy bear." Minato took his spot beside his sin as he readied himself to tell this heartbreaking tale. Part of him wished he would never remember it; the other side of him will never forget what that one person did for the village and his family.
