Sorry for the delay, folks.
I'm sitting right on university exam week at the moment (well, it starts on Monday) so I've been kinda busy lately.
This piece of Fanfiction is my attempt at a second person piece. Hopefully it works.
You watch her bounding down the street with your old sensei. You wish it was you she was dragging along, and not him. It feels strange to be jealous of Iruka-sensei, but you are.
You watch her climb your red-haired student's lap, clutch his chunin vest and cry. You wish it was you who wiped away her tears, but that would never happen. Makoto does his best to fill in for you, but even he knows no one can replace you in her life.
You watch her fight with her brother and see your former team mate break them up. You wish Sakura didn't have to do that, but there's no other way. Ino's on a mission, and Sakura's taking care of the twins.
You watch her write letters she doesn't think you ever see. You wish you could write back. Her insecurities are poured out onto paper, and you would love to be able to respond, but incorporeal hands can't hold pens to write with.
When she was born, you were there watching. When she took her first steps, you were there. When she entered the Ninja Academy with her brother, you were at the gates in the morning and in the afternoon for weeks until you were sure she was safe.
You watch her sleep at night, brushing semitransparent fingers over her whisker-marked cheeks. So much like you, they say, and you agree. She will be Orioke no Jutsu personified when she grows up, if she grows up.
What you wouldn't give to be able to hold her, to whisper in her ear just once that you love her. To tell her, even in her dreams, that she was wanted.
To tell her that, no matter what separates you, she was and always will be daddy's girl.
Feedback appreciated
BTW: I have a tendency to swap between words like "daddy" and "otou-san" where one or the other is appropriate, although mostly I'll go with the Japanese over the English