Like Fathers, Like son-in-laws.
Part 2: A Hiashi/ Naruto Comparison.
As Hinata sat on the couch that day, bored as hell, she decided to finally read those magazines whose subscriptions she had filled so many months ago and hadn't even touched the deliveries.
She cringed at the titles of a few articles in those magazines- "DOES YOUR HUSBAND LOVE YOU?" "IS HE CHEATING ON YOU?" "HOW TO HAVE A SILENT AFFAIR!" She silently cursed Hanabi for perusing her to buy these magazines for "Tips on good marriage."
These rather seemed hell-bent on breaking marriages.
Sighing, she was about to throw the last magazine into trash as well when an article title caught her eye- "How alike is your husband to your father?"
The article was nonsense, like the other magazines- complaining on how fathers treated daughters like princesses and husbands like trash (Naruto treated her like a queen) and how they were this and that and what-not.
Only one line puzzled her.
It stated – "When a girl looks for her soul-mate, she looks for her father in him."
Had she done so too?
"Uh," she said, as her mind began to take a dip in the whirlwind of thoughts and she was about to throw the magazine into the dustbin to get rid of these ridiculous thoughts-
And just then, her almighty- Hokage- husband, Naruto, entered the scene, looking as tired as hell. Yawning, he opened his mouth wide and didn't even bother to put his hand on it.
She giggled."Father would never do that," She thought.
"Oh Hinata," slumped Naruto, while throwing his sandals in one direction and his robes in another. Another thing father won't do,"I'm so tired. This Hokage duty has me digging paperwork all time, just sitting and staring at the paperwork castle in front of me," Father would never complain about paperwork," And just read ridiculous matters like how a cat has been up on a tree since the last three day, this chuunin whose not getting enough missions, this that blah blah.." And Naruto began to make face while continuing his tale of woe being a Hokage.
Making faces is something father will never do.
Telling me about his day is something father will never do.
Sitting next me after a tiring day is something father would never do.
Pulling me into his arms in something father would never do.
letting me comfort him is something Father wouldn't do.
"Naruto-kun," She said, as she softy massages his head on her shoulder with one hand and holds his face with another," You just work too hard. I think you should take a break."
Suggesting break to father is like suggesting no-ramen-for-a-week to Naruto.
" I want to spend timmmeeee wiiittthhhhh yooouuuuuuu, Hina-chhhyyyyaaaaaaannnnnnnnnnnnnnn," he whined,"I really wish I could."
She giggled," You're doing it right now."
"I don't give you enough time!," Father wouldn't ever acknowledge that," IM SUCH A BAD HUSSSBBBBAAAANNNNDDDD," he weeped.
She rolled her eyes," That's not true, Naru-kun. You're the best ever." Believe it.
"Hmmmm," He said, while cascading down to keep his head on her lap," I love you, Hina-chan." And then the snoring began.
She giggled, and gently kept on putting her fingers through his hair.
I love you too.
X-X-X
The smell of burning food and smoke alarms woke her in the morning.
"Hina-chan, I swear I was just trying to make onigiri, but this, this thing just BLASTED off and I swear it is all its fault," he babbled, while pointing a finger to the guilty kitchenware," I was just trying to set up a breakfast and I swear they have a conspiracy against me or something…."
Hinata looked at him. Father would never try to set breakfast for me.
She sighed, as her head throbbed from the whirlwind of questions, the smoke and Naruto's babbling. What IS common between them? She thought while massaging her throbbing sides and closing her eyes. Shouldn't have read that dumb magazine…
Suddenly Naruto stopped talking, the smoke alarms stopped and the burnt smell was replaced by the smell of a refreshner. Her hands ere gently pulled down by other hands, and then being massaged by them.
"I'm sorry, Hina-chan, I know I cause you a lot of trouble when I'm home. Please forgive me, I'm really sorry."
She opened her eyes to look into those aqua blue ones, the ones that reminded her of the free sky. Of happiness. Of energy.
they eyes that always reminded her how strong she was, with or ithout anyone's help.
The eyes that showed love for her.
He's not like your father. He's like the father you always wanted yours to be.
That was it.
She grabbed his collar, and pulled him into a firm but loving kiss.
I love you because you are someone I never had.
Always wanted to have.
And have now.