It all happened so fast I remember that for about 5 seconds I didn't know if it was real or not. The years rolled by like some out of body nightmare. The death, the destruction, and pain were beyond anything I had ever experienced. Any second he would die, living for the life of his child he who would suffer from the pain and hate of the village was the only thing keeping me going. For this was the promise I made to my love.
Moonlight can play odd tricks on the mind. As I stood there on the bottom steps I could swear that the house was not an empty shell, but lived as it had months ago. Making my way through the house with naruto, moonlight came from the windows, as the curtains blew in the night air the scent of lavender lingered. The nursery's door stood half-open as I had left with pictures and stuff animals all around showing the devotion solely to the child who would bring us happiness. I had to depart for the Library leaving naruto behind to sleep. The Library had been our place; it was witness to our Hungary for knowledge, privacy and lust. Now little piles of books mark the last insight into my loves frame of mind on that night. The living room still felt like a tomb of fear and suffering buried in time with no end. When I think of minato I'd think of the short bit of happiness we'd experienced not my bitter lost. I shall always remember the lake on summer nights as the stars shine in the moonlight. I'd think of the blown lavender surrounding us in the garden. It was one of the only places to grant us freedom to live and love. If I could I hope to give that same bit of courage, strength and will of fire minato had to naruto, so that someday he too could stand up for himself and be ruled by fear. Moving back to naruto's room I look over the balcony to the garden. I'll keep the happiness and live minato gave me close to my heart as time passes.