Disclaimer: I own Naruto. Uh huh, sure. And Naruto's favorite food is really carrots because they go with his orange jump suit.
A.N. – Yeah, I know I'm gonna get a lot of people yelling at me because I didn't post anything on Father's Day, but I do have an excuse so hear me out. I did have something prepared for that most special day, but then certain highly negative events that happened between me and my own father caused me to completely rewrite what I had had before. When I got done with the revised version, I scrapped it because 1) I didn't want something that negative to be included in Musuko because it just doesn't fit the theme of happiness and family that I have set for this fic, and 2) because it was way too close to home and sorry guys, but I don't want something THAT personal up on the internet where anyone and their grandmothers can see it. I may have my issues, serious ones, with my father, but I do love him and I know he loves me to the best of his ability, so...
Anyway, once I'd scrapped the revised version, I couldn't find the original ( I hadn't typed it up), and I wouldn't rewrite it to the point where I liked it enough to post it. So if and when I do find the original, you'll be the first to know, kay? In the meantime, I found this chapter's humble beginnings when I was searching around for the other one. I'd gotten the inspiration for it some weeks ago, but hit writer's block after the first paragraph (pathetic, isn't it?). But after I rediscovered it, the inspiration came right back, so here you go. Enjoy. And sorry about the wait. (dodges flying tomatoes)
Edit: Yeah, so I just realized that somehow the last two sentences got cut off. I went back and fixed it though, so don't worry. Sorry about that.
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Chapter 5 – The Ultimate Weapon
Arashi never really believed in the ultimate weapon. It just wasn't possible. For every yin, there's a yang, for every day, there's a night. Always. Everything has an opposite and therefore, a weakness, and as long as there was a weakness, it could be defeated, therefore can't be the ultimate weapon, no matter how powerful.
How very wrong he was…
The ultimate weapon was staring him in the face. And it had big cerulean eyes.
And because Naruto had inherited 95 percent of his physical features from his father, Arashi had no one to blame but himself.
He'd just had to use the puppy dog look on Rei two weeks ago to get a cookie from her before dinner, didn't he? Not only did he not get the cookie (after being married for five years, Rei had grown a considerable resistance to her husband's favorite tactic), but Naruto had also learned the technique and had been using it to his advantage ever since. Arashi supposed he should be proud his son had picked up on the Weepy-Puppy-Dog-Eyes-of-Doom no jutsu so quickly, but when the full force of the technique was being used against him (like right now), Arashi wanted to bash his head against the nearest brick wall. It didn't help that old man Ichiraku was silently laughing at him from behind the counter. "Well, Yondaime-sama?" he asked, the amusement in his voice clear as day.
Naruto turned up the jutsu's magnitude to maximum. "Please, Daddy?" he begged, his bottom lip protruding in the most adorable pout, blue eyes glistening with unshed tears.
Dammit, Rei was going to kill him for this. Possibly (probably) because she'd had so much practice from Arashi, Rei was immune to the technique and thus would not accept its awesome power as an excuse to further indulge their already getting to be spoiled son.
In the here and now, however, a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do. So, shoulders bowed to the inevitable, Arashi turned to the old chef and said, "Another round of ramen, please."