Naruto's POV.

Flinging a backpack over his small shoulders, and tying his laces sloppily, a young blonde runs out to greet his impatient father who's tapping his feet rapidly against the wet concrete.

It was a rainy morning, but that didn't stop the bright smile from showing on the young boy's face.

"Come on, you're making me late for my entrance speech." The fourth says, his voice cold. He begins walking the direction to school, his steps fast paced and rushed.

The boy's expression staggers, but he shrugs his shoulders and runs up to the older blonde.

They walk, in silence of course, towards the academy.

It's his first day of school.

He looks up at his father, and tries to hold his hand. He's seen it done so many times by other parents and their kids. Why are they any different?

Once his fingers touch his fathers, his father jerks away and mumbles something inaudible under his breath.

The boy slouches his figure, his eyes glazed with a glum expression.

Right, his father didn't do those type of things.

Why would today be any different?

The rain falls down, starting slow and then by the time they reach school it's pouring.

His hair is soaked, his clothes soggy, and his attitude cloudy.

He was so excited, and it's not the rain that's making him sad.

Nor the gloomy clouds, crying an endless symphony of tears.

No.

It's the man who doesn't even dare say goodbye to him.

His father.

My eyes flash open, beads of sweat beaming on my salty brow. Grabbing the sides of the hospital bed sheets, I watch as my chest rises and falls.

My dream, was about me and my father.

The Fourth Hokage.

Minato.

Taking in one last raspy breath, and with all of my strength I sit up and take in my surroundings.

I'm in a hospital room.

The smell of medicine and cleanliness fills my scent, and my head begins to ache.

What even happened?

All I remember is running away, from Minato.

Minato.

The name sets an uncomfortable feeling in my stomach.

Is he really my dad? Or am I just dreaming? Even if he was my dad…if what Kyuubi said was true, he's a waste of a father. Who wants to be the child of someone who just wants you for their own selfish needs?

That dream felt so…so real. It wasn't like any other dream I've ever experienced.

But, then again, Kyuubi could be lying…right?

I don't even know what to think anymore. Should I be mad? Happy?

Sighing, I relax my head into the stiff pillow and decide on something.

I'll just ask him myself, and if whatever he says is true or not…well I'll be the judge of that.

I close my heavy eyes, and wait for someone to come in.

Minato's POV

"Minato, wake up." A voice whispers, as my eyes flutter open. A gentle nudge on my shoulder brings me back into reality.

All of the memories of the past day flood in, and my heart feels heavy.

Tsunade stands before me, her face gentle and her hands filled with papers. Lots of them.

"Naruto just woke up, I thought you might like to see him." I stand up the moment I hear my son's name leave her lips and am already heading in some direction.

She rushes past me and I follow her rapid steps until I'm standing in front of his room. Before I can turn the knob a hand slams down on my shoulders.

"Not so fast." Tsunade snaps, and she whirls me around.

"I'm sure you would like to know where he stands before you barge into his room." I nod, and she lets out a breath.

"Physcially he's fine, although he might have caught a slight cold due to the fact that he was covered in freezing rain water when he was brought into the hospital. His memory seems to be fine, so I'm sure he'll remember you," My eyes beam with excitement," But, only as Minato." I slouch.

Well, it's better than forgetting me all over again.

"Thank you Tsunade. It will only be a moment, I have some work to attend to in a few hours." She smiles as I turn the knob and step into his room.

Once he sees me, his brows furrow and he crosses his arms over his chest.

He doesn't utter a word until I'm standing at the end of the bed giving him a questioning look.

"Are you my dad?" Naruto asks, his eyes squinting judging every inch of me.

I freeze, unable to breathe in, and out.

My whole body feels numb, my mouth unable to open and form words. Wait, what even are words?

Is it possible that he…that he remembers?

"Well?" He presses on.

"I…why would you think that?" I ask, wondering where he suddenly got this idea.

"I had a dream. A dream that you were in, and you were my dad…but maybe it was my imagination I don't really know." He sighs. "That's why I'm asking you."

What should I say? If I tell him now it might ruin our relationship forever…and if I don't tell him, he might never want to believe the dreams he's having. If they are even dreams.

We stare at each other. His arms folded over his wimpy chest, his hair messy from the pillow he's been lying on, and his face impatient as he waits for my answer.

A bird chirps outside, the breeze from the open wind flies in, rustling the mint green curtains. My hair blows across my face and I make a decision I may or may not regret.

Looking up, my eyes meet his shining blue orbs.

"No, I'm not."

I notice as his eyes flash with disappointment but are soon replaced with anger.

Anger?

"Figures." He mutters and grabs at the bed sheets. They wrinkle under his tight grip.

"Why?" He shouts out. "Why would you ever seal a monster inside of me? Do you just want my power? Was all that caring for nothing?"

His breathing becomes uneven, and soon enough he begins coughing.

I rush over, ignoring his sudden outburst, and grab cup of water brining the cup to his chapped lips. He doesn't reject my gesture, and grabs the cup from my hands.

Taking fast gulps of water, he closes his eyes and seems to relax with every slurp.

Once he finishes drinking, he places the cup at his bedside and remains quiet.

"Naruto…" I start, and sit down on the edge of the bed.

"Why, Minato?" He looks up at me, his eyes teary and his voice strained.

My heart breaks at his expression.

"Naruto, have you ever loved something?" I question.

He tilts his head in confusion and nods slowly.

"When you love someone you trust that person completely, am I right?"

Naruto nods, but I notice his expression is becoming annoyed.

"What's your point?"

"My point is," I scoot closer and grab his small hand. He doesn't resist and I smile," I sealed Kyuubi inside of you because I know, and trust me I know, you will be able to tame him. You're strong; you have will power and talent. You'll be the most feared shinobi in all of the lands, you'll be the first shinobi to ever tame the Kyuubi."

Not even your mother could obtain such a goal.

His eyes widen slightly at the encouraging remark, but his brows furrow only moments after.

"How can you be so sure?" He looks down.

"Because I believe in you."

He looks up at me, a shocked expression plastered on his face.

"B-But Kyuubi told me that you…you wanted my power…"

I feel the blood boil within me. That stupid fox.

"Don't listen to Kyuubi." I snap, aggravated that the fox would go as far as to turn Naruto against me.

"He's a ball of hatred, he's just upset that such a young kid is able to keep him captive. Soon enough, you'll be able to freely summon him, he'll be like your personal servant."

Naruto's eyes beam with excitement.

"No way." He exclaims.

"Yes way." I smile proudly at my son.

"And whatever he tells you Naruto, whatever lie he can come up with, always know that I care for you so much. So much, I'm not too sure how to put it into words and I'll always be here for you, no matter what."

He doesn't respond, for a good while, letting the words sink in.

Naruto takes a shaky breath, small tears fall onto the white bed sheets.

I nervously look towards him.

Why is he crying again?

"I'm… s-sorry. I didn't mean to lash out like that…but I thought…I thought that you…you h-hated me, just when I finally thought we were becoming f-friends." The tears flow freely from his cheeks and my heart breaks once again.

He flings himself at me, wrapping his small arms around my neck. Nuzzling his soggy face into the crook of my neck I pat his small back.

I hold him closely, and have no intention of letting him go.

And I begin to regret the decision I made.

I just lied to him.

Why am I so terrible at being a father?

1 Hour later at the office

Leaving Naruto at the hospital was quite a challenge.

After our episode, I had to break his smile and tell him I had some business to attend to. He insisted that he felt fine and wanted to come with me, that his nose was runny and his fever burning his flesh up only because he was just crying. Tsunade had to pin him down and make sure he didn't follow me out the door.

Sitting at my desk, I look over the names on the notepad.

How am I going to break the news to the village that I have given up my spot as Hokage? And my reason for it…all too ridiculous.

And that's when I realize.

I need help.

"Summon Hatake Kakashi."

"Hai." The anbu replies, and Kakashi appears moments later.

"Yo." He greets me, sitting down lazily in the chair across from my desk.

"Kakashi, I've resigned as Hokage."

If it was possible for the jounin to show any signs of emotion, his eyes bulged, well eye, and his foot tapping had been put to a halt.

"WHAT?!" He exclaims, leaning forward in his chair.

"I resigne-"

"I heard you, but…but Sensei why?!"

The words hang in the quiet room, and I bite my lip nervously.

"It was at a council meeting. They agreed that since I wasn't able to uphold the position of Hokage and responsible father all at the same time, I had to give one up. And if I gave up parenting he would be handed over to Danzo…and I put Naruto above everything else."

Kakashi sighs.

"Sensei, your honestly letting the council rule over your personal life? Come on, you can't just give up without a fight." He states, folding his arms over his chest.

"How am I supposed to fight back?! Everyone had their mind set…you know how it is. Once the council decides something, there is no changing their minds. And, I actually do agree with them. If I resign as Hokage I can spend more time with Naruto. I mean, come on Kakashi, he grew up without a mother because she passed, and a father who was alive and well. It's the least I can do for him…and better start now then never."

I notice Kakashi nod in agreement, and he has the slightest expression of shock written on his face.

"Glad you're finally going to be there for Naruto." He says, smiling under his mask.

"But, as for what you should do…I guess you're going to have to pick a candidate to fill your spot. That's all you can do now I guess."

I nod.

He's right. But, who to pick? My mind wanders, and I notice Kakashi getting up.

"I hope you make the right choice Sensei. Although, I'm sure you will. See you."

I smile and in a puff of smoke he's gone.

Who to choose?

AN : I am sooo unsatisfied with this chapter. I think this is my worst work yet! So sorry about that, but I'm running on a writer's block and know for a fact that I'll be super busy these few couple of weeks, so I felt like uploading something in case I couldn't get anything up. Sorry that this chapter is so bad (might take it down and rewrite it if the reviews make me cry -.-) But, nonetheless on a happier note...100+ FOLLOWS IS THIS EVEN REAL LYFE. OMG THANK YOU GUYS REACHING 100 HAS MADE ME SO HAPPY! THANK YOU YOU ARE ALL FABULOUS UNICORNS THAT DESERVE TO FROLIC IN THE FIELDS OF NEVER LAND WITH TINKERBELL. :D

Every review, follow, and favorite has inspired me to keep going with this story. So...THANK YOU!

Also, some things to clear up.

The only reason Minato didn't mention that he was Naruto's father is because

1. He's simply afraid. Like what if they go back to hating each other? You know? He's just not sure if it's the right time yet.

2. He still has to figure out the whole hokage situation.

's suspicious of Obito, and wants to clear things up with him

4. I HAVE A PLAN YOU GUYS SO PLEASE BARE WITH ME AND DONT HATE ME FOR DOING THIS. (please? *insertpuppydogeyes*)

anywhooo love you guys!

Until next chapter, toodles~