Minato paced back and forth across the office floor, anxious and trying to contain himself as the office door opened a little bit and a young girl was shoved into the room. Minato froze and looked her over, his eyes wide, his expression thankfully blank as he noted some of the small things that he noticed about people before he talked to them.

She was so small for someone sixteen years old. The top of her head just barely reached his chest. Her body was delicate and slender, almost frail looking really. As if someone had been starving her. Her hair was lighter than his, a pale silvery blond that reminded him of his mother's hair when he was a little boy. An inherited trait that he might never have known about if he had never gotten Kushina's letter to him.

She lifted her head a little bit and looked at him and for a second all he could see was her beautiful deep, deep blue, violet eyes. Another inherited trait among the women in his family. He was a bout to smile, to introduce himself as her father when he caught sight of the dark blueish purple spot discoloring her left cheek.

His eyes narrowed and he growled and she stared at him wide eyed for a second before jerking her head down and trying not to look as frightened as she felt.

Automatically he crossed the room to her and lightly used his hand to lift her head so that he could look at the mark better and couldn't help the vicious stab of pain in his chest. She was shaking a little bit, he could feel it against his finger tips as he looked over her face.

She was beautiful, even under the dark spot marring her other wise angelically perfect features. He gave her what he hoped was a reassuring smile. But it probably didn't look that way to her if the fact that she tried to flinch away from him was any indication at all. He let go of her and looked back at the old man sitting behind the desk. "How did you say she got hurt?"

"The other kids. She would pick fights with them."

Minato thinned his lips and made a soft growling sound. "Your lying."

"I am not!"

"Yes. You are. If she were half as violent as you say she is, she would have broken bones-" Minato reached out and grasped her hand in his and ran his thumb over her knuckles as he lifted her hand for the old man to see. "Here in her hand. Defensive wounds. But as you can see, she doesn't have any of those things. So tell me Sarutobi-san and please keep this in mind, I signed the document stating that I am her father now and if you or anyone in this place have done anything to hurt my little girl, I will see you suffer for it if I don't decide to kill you out right. Now, what really happened?"

"Some of the older boys snuck into my room last night and attacked me-" Uzu said softly, her words barely above a whisper. She didn't know who this man was, but the fact that he seemed to be trying to get answers about her bruise helped her come out of her shell a little bit. She could detect the outrage and anger in his voice and got the feeling that he was one of those people who couldn't stand to see others hurt or abused in any way.

He looked down at her, his dark blue eyes glittering like sapphires, dark and angry. "What did they do to you?"

"Nothing much."

"So how did you get that nasty bruise?" The man asked as he dropped down to one knee in front of her so that they were eye level.

"I was punished because I was too shaken up to say anything about what had happened..." The man gave her a small tight lipped smile and stood up and looked at the elderly man behind the desk.

"Is she telling the truth Sarutobi-san?"

"I honestly have no idea."

"Is that so?" Minato said more to himself than to anyone else as he studied the elder. He was such a horrible old goat. Minato said nothing more as he dug out Kushina's letter and handed it to Uzu, she had had a rough time of it and god willing, the letter might put her more at ease with him. She looked down at the paper in her hands and sucked in a breath as she read her late mothers hand writing.

This was- But how did- This letter had been sent too her-

She looked up at the man with a hopeful expression on her face as he put his arm around her shoulder and finished telling the elder sitting behind the desk that he would be filing a report with the local police for child abuse after he had his daughter checked out by a doctor.

They left the room, and Uzu felt almost dizzy with relief as he maneuvered her down the hall and out the front door and then stopped when she grasped his jacket sleeve and tugged on it a little bit. He looked down at her and sighed. "You know who your mother sent the letter too right?"

She nodded and he smiled and leaned down and hugged her. "I'm glad that she mentioned me at some point. I was hoping that knowing who I am would make things more easier on you."

"Then your my dad?" She asked in a shaky tone and he just squeezed her a little tighter as he thought about what she must have been through for the past two months and tried to think of a way to explain what had taken him so long to find her if she thought to ask.

"Yes baby. I'm your daddy."

"W-Why didn't you c-come s-sooner?" She was crying now, her small body shaking harder and harder with each sob. His heart aching in his chest he picked her up and carried her to the van as he told her how hard he had looked for her, how much he had wanted to see her and just how damn sorry he was that he had come so late.

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Well, this isn't a bad story is it?

It doesn't have a lot of detail in some chapters but that will change the more it goes.

I actually like this particular idea, and even though it seems sort of out there I will probably re write it at some point in time.

Anyways read and review.