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"And you say I'm troublesome," she commented.

He chuckled and shook his forehead as he cut into his steak, "Either way, I told myself I would consider my options this summer and make a final decision before classes start back up. But overall, I'm considering becoming a lawyer."

She looked at him, "Who knows, if you do become a lawyer, we might be put on the same case but on opposite sides. That would be an interesting predicament, don't you think?"

"It would be troublesome," he answered, "but you're right. It would be interesting."

She smiled and the two of them began to eat.

Opposites Attract: Chapter 28 – "Yellow & Red"

"My, my, my," an older man spoke with a cheerful tone as he watched Minato enter into the room and shut the door behind him, "I was wondering when you were going to come and visit me, Minato. Oh wait, did I address you wrong? Is it Master Minato? Minato-sama? Don't tell me, is it Lord Minato?"

Minato unwrapped his crimson scarf from around his neck and dropped it onto the chair before removing his gloves and coat. He pulled off his hat and blew warm air into his hands before rubbing them together and finally taking a seat.

"That Charitarian Ball or whatever you hosted the other night, I heard y'all pulled it around five hundred million?" the older man whistled as he leaned forward onto the table, the chains on his cuffs jingling as he moved. "I wonder, how much of that money do you and those other two pocket for yourselves for a haul like that? Like what, twenty percent and split it three ways?"

"The money was for charity so we don't get any of it," Minato answered finally. "Look, I didn't come here for a casual conversation. If it were up to me, I'd be at home and in bed with my wife rather than having to have driven four hours to be here."

"Oh, I bet," he answered. "I've seen that wife of yours on the news and on the covers of magazines and she is a beauty. How often are you two fucking, huh? Must not be often if you only got the one kid. Or are you sterile?"

"Hibiki," Minato began.

"Uncle Hibiki," Takahiro Hibiki corrected Minato, a smug look coming onto his face now. "As well dressed as you usually are and for how eloquently you speak when addressing them folks who don't mean shit to you, the least you could do is give me the respect I deserve."

"The respect you deserve?" Minato repeated. "I'm sorry, but what respect do you deserve. You were in the slums begging on a street corner when I found you."

"And who's fault is that?" Hibiki snarled.

"Your own," Minato answered coolly.

Hibiki scoffed, "Mine? Aren't you all about family with that little yakuza of yours? You're so much about that fake family that you built that you forgot about your real one? Your only actual family? Your own flesh and blood?"

"That is rich coming from you," Minato spat. "You didn't give two shits about me after – !" Minato stopped. He let out a heavy sigh before leaning back in his seat and recollecting himself. "I only came here to make sure that everything we agreed upon is still clear. You'll serve you time – say nothing – and once you're out, you'll be paid."

"Yeah, about that," Hibiki sucked in air through his teeth, "I'm going to need to renegotiate that little deal of ours. You see, because I'm a repeat offender, the judge and prosecutor practically mowed down that goddamn public defender you stuck me with. I'm going to be in here for a lot longer than we originally discussed. You promised me ten years, and here I am stuck with forty."

Minato eyed Hibiki for a moment, a confused expression on his face as he slightly tilted his head to the side. "I'm sorry, I'm not exactly understanding what you're saying here? Did you really think I'd be able to have any influence over your sentencing? I'm merely the Chairman for The Sannin Group. My business is hospitality."

"Don't play coy with me boy," Hibiki sneered, "you told me all I would have to do is ten years. Ten million for ten years!"

"I told you ten million for however long you're in here," Minato reminded him. "I'm sorry if you were under the impression that I was paying you one million per year. Your past transgressions are on you and you alone."

"Are you serious?" Hibiki shouted. "You think ten million is going to be enough for me after being stuck in here for forty years? I'm already in my sixties nephew, or are you forgetting that? I'll die in here before I see a penny of that money!"

"Here's what I'll do. I'll put money in your commissary. I'll have about one hundred – maybe two hundred – put into your account every week so you'll always have more than enough to get what you want," Minato recommended. "And who knows, because of your age, maybe the guards will go a little easier on you and give you an extra mattress for your bunk."

"Is this how you're going to treat the elderly?" Hibiki questioned. "Is his how you're going to treat your own flesh and blood? Huh, nephew?"

"I stopped considering you family when you let my mother die," Minato told Hibiki. "You're nothing to me and I'm nothing but a payday to you. Address me as 'nephew' doesn't nothing to me."

"I may mean nothing to you and you nothing to me, but if the right ear happens to be listening, it'll mean something to somebody," Hibiki threatened. "Face it, nephew, I have the upper hand in this situation so you bests start listening to my demand before I tip over and spill everything. I will make sure the world knows exactly who you are if you don't do what I say."

"Hibiki," there was no amusement in Minato's expression or voice, "need I remind you that I'm the last person you want to turn into your enemy?"

"Oh," Hibiki leaned back in his chair now, "you're threatening me now? Are you really in a position to do that?"

"I am," Minato answered with a smile. "You see, you and I are in a sealed room. Those security cameras were turned off long before you or I walked into this room and the men standing outside this room belong to me. And do you honestly think you're going to be able to say whatever the hell you want to any 'ear that will listen?' You are sorely mistaken, Uncle. I know the kind of man you are Hibiki, and believe me when I tell you that I am prepared to go to great lengths to protect myself and my family."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Hibiki asked.

"It means, if you so much as utter a word about our arrangement or us being a related, you'll wake up in the dead of night with a knife at your throat and discover that I'm the one holding it," he explained. "I'll say this in terms you'll better understand: I am not the one to fuck with. I will go to the end of the Earth to protect my family and if it means burying you, I'll do it without hesitation and I promise I'll have no trouble sleeping at night."

"You really are a monster," Hibiki snarled.

Minato smiled, "I am. And who do you think is to blame for that?" Minato stood from his chair and pulled his coat from the back of his chair. He adjusted the collar before slipping his gloves back on and throwing his scarf on as well, "Remember what I said and remember it well, Hibiki. I deliver on my promises without fail so if I hear that you've so much as talked about our arrangement or told someone we're related, the guards will find you dead in your bunk in the morning. Are we clear?"

"Crystal," Hibiki spit.

"Perfect," Minato looked at Hibiki and flashed him a genuine smile. "I wish you the best of luck on your future endeavors. And who knows, you might get out earlier for good behavior?"

Minato laughed at his own statement before walking over to the door and knocking three times. They heard as the locks came undone and Minato made his exit without so much as looking back at Hibiki who was left alone at that cold steel table and fuming at where he last saw Minato stand.

"Is there anything you want us to do?" the warden questioned from where he sat atop small round table.

"Give it a couple of months," Minato answered as he adjusted his gloves. "In about six months, make it look like some of the prisoners got a little too rough with him, all right? I don't want to take any chances with him."

"Are you sure?" the warden asked.

Minato nodded, "Knowing Hibiki, he's probably already given up on the idea of getting out of here early enough so that he can enjoy that ten-million-dollar payoff. He's contemplating now what to do and he probably won't think of an answer anytime soon since he's debating on whether or not it's worth the risk. Though he would like to see me suffer and squirm, he ultimately enjoys living more and probably doesn't want to take the chance on me delivering. Either way, once you hear something, let me know."

"Of course, sir," the warden got up from his seat and shook hands with Minato. "Have a safe drive back to the city."

"I will," Minato said with a smile.

Seventh Ward: Whirlwind Yakuza Estate – Main House's Master Suite

"Will you be needing anything else?" Iruka questioned as he reached Minato's door alongside him.

Minato shook his head and smiled, "That's all, thank you Iruka-chan. Once you put those away, you can take the rest of the day off. Oh, and before you go, is Kushina inside?"

"She is," Iruka answered. "Sakura-chan and Young Master were with her earlier but they both left a little while ago to meet up with Sasuke-kun and Hinata-chan I believe."

"All right, thank you Iruka-chan," Minato patted Iruka's shoulder, "and make sure you go and relax. You always overwork yourself and I don't want you straining yourself too much, understood?"

"Of course," Iruka answered with a smile before bowing respectfully before Minato and hurrying off.

Minato let out a sigh of relief as he opened the door to his suite and stepping inside. He let the door clicked behind him, the sound of it clicking shut satisfying him because it meant he could finally strip from his suit and truly relax.

"Welcome back," Kushina called from the small lounge that took up the front room of their suite.

"What are you watching?" Minato called as he wandered into the lounge and saw Kushina stretched out on the plush L-Shaped couch wearing one of his shirts and a pair of his boxers while her hair was in a messy bun on the top of her head. He stopped and admired his wife in her natural state.

She was in the middle of reaching into a family size bag of chips when she looked over and saw Minato standing there and staring at her, "Minato-kun, what is it?"

"You're so beautiful," Minato complimented and chuckled when Kushina threw a pillow at him. He caught it and saw she had focused her attention back onto the TV but he could see her cheeks were pink. He chuckled again before making his way into their closet and beginning to relieve himself of his suit. "Iruka-chan said you, Sakura-chan, and Naruto-kun hung out in here earlier?"

"Yeah," Kushina answered. "We were watching mindless TV since we were bored and couldn't think of anything else to do. They asked about where you had gone and I told them you were out scouting potential locations in the countryside for a new inn."

"There actually is this nice little river village that's a couple miles away from the prison that would make a very nice destination for a couple that just wants to destress and disconnect from society for a bit," Minato admitted.

"Oh?" Kushina sounded interested. "Maybe you and I should head out there one weekend and relax for a little bit? Things were chaotic recently and we haven't really had a chance to relax."

"I'm sure you've relaxed plenty for the both of us," Minato teased. He slipped into a pair of baggy sweatpants and a plain t-shirt. He made his way back into the lounge and squeezed himself onto the couch between the back of it and Kushina before sitting up on his elbow and putting a hand on her waist. "This feels much better."

"So, how'd it go?" Kushina asked as she rolled over onto her back and looked at her husband. "Is everything going to be okay?"

"Yeah, everything is going to be fine," Minato told her. "You know, on my way home, I was thinking about what to do about Naruto and his involvement with the family."

"You said you were going to give him more responsibility, weren't you?" Kushina reminded him.

Minato nodded, "I did. Fucking A called for a summit because of all the mess here in Konoha. I personally believe it's none of his goddamn business but the others agreed to meet so I have to show up too. He even scheduled it for this upcoming weekend."

Kushina giggled, "You're cussing a lot. You really must be irritated."

Minato sighed, "Sorry. Anyway, I'm going to bring Naruto along with me so he can start getting more involved. And you should probably sit down with Hinata soon and talk to her."

"Hey, Minato-kun," there was a change in Kushina's tone.

Minato looked down at his wife and saw the expression on her face, "Yes?"

"Kiss me?" she requested.

Minato smiled, "Sure." He leaned down and gently pressed his lips against hers. Minato chuckled as Kushina laced her fingers through his hair and pulled him closer to her. They stayed like that for a bit before Minato broke the kiss and saw the flustered look on her face. "What do you want now?"

"Touch me," she requested this time.

"Using?" Minato asked.

She blushed a bit more, "Your fingers, please."

"Strip," Minato said and watched as Kushina immediately lifted her hips off the couch and pushed off the boxers she'd been wearing. He licked his fingers as Kushina pulled off his top she'd been wearing as well so that she was now fully exposed beside him. He removed his fingers from his mouth and without delay, slid two of them into her. She reacted accordingly and Minato smile as he began to move his fingers. "You've been waiting all day, haven't you?"

Kushina nodded, "I have."

"Sorry," Minato apologized. He made sure his fingers reached as deep as he could while also using his thumb to rub against her clit. He felt the way Kushina grabbed a fistful of his shirt and saw how hard she was biting her lip. And he heard just how loud the squelching sound was that came from between her legs.

"I wonder," Minato thought aloud as he continued to finger her, his movements getting faster and rougher which caused Kushina to begin to squirm, "how often do you do this by yourself when I'm not around?"

Kushina let out a moan as she put her hand over Minato's.

"No answer?" Minato stopped moving his fingers and began to circle his thumb around her clit. "I'm curious, Kushina-chan. Do you do this by yourself often? Or do you usually wait for me to come home?"

"I always wait," Kushina answered immediately.

Minato smiled, "I'm happy to hear it. Before I go out of town next weekend I'll buy you some things to use on your own? You had a thing for toys when you were a teenager, remember?"

Kushina covered her face with her hands, "Don't bring that up!"

Minato chuckled, "Sorry, sorry. I guess it was partially my fault you got into them. You were so shy our first time together but then it was immediately after that that you had no problem being like this in front of me. I even still have some pictures you sent back then."

"Delete them," Kushina demanded as she shoved a hand in his face but cried out as Minato began fingering again. He moved much faster now, his hand smacking back up against her and causing the squelching sound to almost be louder than the TV. "Mi-Minato-kun!"

"I just realize it's been a while since I've made you squirt," Minato mentioned as he continued. "Don't worry about staining anything, I'll clean it up after we're done."

"Wa-wait!" Kushina cried as she grabbed her husband's arm.

"I won't wait." Minato continued to pump his fingers and in just a few short seconds, she came. He watched as she arched her back while her insides pulsed around her but she didn't squirt. He was slightly disappointed but satisfied when he pulled his fingers out and saw they were covered in her juice. "Itadakimasu," he said before licking his fingers clean and sitting up.

Kushina laid there panting, her arms covering her eyes as he chest rose and fell. Her legs stayed spread as she struggled to come down from her husband's treatment.

"Now then," Minato removed his shirt and moved so that he was between Kushina's legs, "what do you want me to do now?"

Kushina peaked at Minato and looked down towards his sweatpants to see the bulged that had formed. She bit her lip at the sight of it before making eye contact with Minato again. She reached down and spread herself, "I want yours, Minato-kun."

"Bend over," Minato requested and watched as Kushina did as she was talk. He pushed his sweatpants and boxers down allowing his erection to spring forth. And without a warning, he slid all the way inside of her, Kushina's moan of pleasure escaping her lips. He rubbed his hands against her bottom as he looked over his wife's back.

"Minato?" Kushina looked back at him. "What is it?"

"Oh, nothing," Minato answered as he put his hands on her waist and began grinding his hips against hers, "I was just thinking about how lucky I was to have gotten to marry you. I honestly don't know where I'd be if you hadn't saved me."

"You'd still be you," Kushina told him as she gripped onto the couch.

Minato shook his head, "I don't know. I don't want to think about it right now though. I just want to focus on you."

With that, Minato began thrusting. It was hard and rough, Kushina immediately biting onto the pillow she was lying on earlier. He pounded into her, the sound of skin smacking against skin along with the squelching and wet sound filling the room and drowning out the TV.

He saw Kushina reach her hand back to him and he took ahold of it, each of them grabbing onto the others wrist. Kushina gripped on like she was holding on for her life while Minato pulled her up and made her let go of her pillow.

"I want to hear you, Kushina-chan," Minato breathed as he grabbed Kushina's other arm and pulled her back.

"But," Kushina cried as she looked at him, the look in his eyes sending a chill down her spine.

"But what?" Minato questioned.

Kushina shook her head, "Nothing."

Minato continued thrusting into her, Kushina's moans and Minato's groans filling their suite now too. The repositioned so that she was lying on her side and her leg was on his shoulder. He leaned down and took ahold of her breast in his hair while he slid his tongue into her mouth. Her moans became muffled in their kiss. Her tongue twirls around his, her eyes filled with lust and her face a mixture of pleasure and ecstasy.

Minato pulled away a bit, a slight string of saliva between the two and a smirk coming onto his cheek as he eyed his wife, "That's a really good expression on your face, Kushina-chan."

Minato groaned as he held himself inside of her, Kushina beginning to squirm a bit underneath him. He sat up and moved Kushina's leg from his shoulder before pulling her up. "Wrap your arms around me," he ordered.

She did as she was told and a dribbling moan of pleasure escaped her lips as Minato hooked his elbows beneath her knees and lifted her with ease. She dug her nails into his back and buried her face in his neck as he began thrusting again.

"You're getting tighter," Minato commented before Kushina pressed her lips against his once more. She grinded her hips against him, the two of them moaning and groaning together. He slowly sat back down onto the couch and moved his hands to has bottom, his hands giving her bottom a tight squeeze.

Kushina began to ride, a stickiness forming between them the longer they continued. But it wasn't too much longer before Kushina came down one more time and dug her nails into his back. She cried out while Minato groaned and buried his face in her neck, the two of them reaching their climax simultaneously.

"You've always been messy," Kushina whined as she looked down between the two and saw the mess. "I should probably take a shower."

"Take a bath with me," Minato recommended as he wrapped his arms around her waist and planted butterfly kisses on her neck and jaw. "

Kushina giggled, "If we take a bath together then we're not going to get clean."

"That's the point," Minato agreed. "Plus, I'm nowhere near satisfied and I can feel just how tight you're squeezing around me. You're not satisfied yet either."

Kushina blushed at the cutesy expression he was giving her as he rest he buried his face in her breast. "Honestly, Minato-kun," Kushina ran her fingers through her hair, "you're such a baby sometimes."

To Be Continued…