Well, moving in with my dad was easy. They media were hard, though. My dad had never bothered to tell anyone that he had a son. He wasn't expecting to actually meet me for another 3 years. You know, when I was technically an adult and the crazy lady's wishes would no longer be enough to separate us. But they wouldn't leave my dad alone. It was pretty obvious that was his son, but that's not what people wanted to know about. My dad was 32 and I was 15, do the math. The reporters and camera men wanted to know everything. It wasn't uncommon for a mayor to have a bastard son. But it was uncommon for him to have one when he was 16. He would ignore the endless questions; he would avoid the subject every time someone tried to bring it up. That is, until he finally gave in. He told them the truth. The whole truth.

I remember the front page of the weekly paper read "If he couldn't care for his own son, how could he care for you?" Another said "Can we really count on a man who never took responsibility for his mistakes?" That one hurt. I was a mistake.

Now someone actually got really creative, it turns out that Minato Namikaze translates into "Habor the wind and waves" and my name means "Fish cake". "Minato could not hide the cooked fish, but he concealed where it came from", was a line from a speech given by a lady named Tsunade. She is planning on running against my dad in the up coming mayoral elections.