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DISCLAIMER: Naruto's not mine- Trashimoto's.
Minato was having a headache.
Well, no- he wasn't having a headache. He was having the mother of all headaches.
A big part of that headache was his clone, who, albeit did a good job guarding Konoha and acting as a Hokage for the remaining time Minato… stole to train his son, was a major pain in the head; once he was released.
The blonde Hokage moaned for hours about paperwork and all his lovely wife did was chuckle ominously and misplace the hangover recipe Tsunade-sama gave her a copy off. Not that he was having one, but he discovered her medicine worked great with a normal charka induced headache.
A bigger part was that slimy Uchiha scum who dared put his filthy paws upon the grandour body of his offspring; the minute Naruto, in his orange, fluffy and adorable (in Minato's humble opinion) glory walked into the arena where the third part of Chunin exams were to be held, that blasted to neither lands son of a… glomped (glomped! He glomped his son! How dare that miserable bag of dog s…!) him.
If he wasn't in the presence of esteemed Kazekage-san and his entourage, Minato would've blitzed down there and show the young-ling Uchiha just how useful his special kunais are.
The other part that tortured his poor brain was surely that very Kazekage-san, who wasn't a Kazekage-san at all (Minato never remembered him having snakes as summon… and while we're at it, hadn't he already dealt with that scheming lizard?).
He wasn't entirely sure what Orochimaru wanted out of this situation, but the way his eyes glazed over whenever he made contact with Weasel or caught a glimpse of the numerous Uchiha in the crowd, told stories. Stories which made Minato rub at his head furiously and pleadingly whimper at his wife.
Who just sat there, giggling and fanning away the hot air around them(whether or not that hot air was being directed at her lovable husband due to her actions wasn't really a thing she cared about… for now).
Sometimes, Minato wondered why he even married her…
(At this point, he remembers her mean left hook, her wild chakra, her fiery eyes, her hard will… and let's not forget that killer body).
A swift stormy glance from her stopped whatever train of thoughts his wandering mind took, and headache returned with a vengeance.
Along with Orochimaru, those not so secretive agents of his made his moan (quietly, only so that Kushina and Weasel heard).
And the other, biggest part that gave him nightmares was the way that blasted Hyuga boy casually checked his son out. Like he didn't know what that cursed clan used their eyes for… Chakra pathways, my ass.
The Hyuga pervert was playing his son around, making him bend (Minato's eyes bled) and twist in ways that gave boy a pretty satisfactory air around him.
Never underestimate a man who studied under the greatest pervert of them all; he had a pretty good pervert radar. Minato could sniff out a pervert miles away, and his senses went into overdrive the minute Naruto made an appearance into the stadium.
He shall kill them all.
There was no mercy for the ones who hoped to dishonour his boy.
But first, he had to deal with the suddenly flying Kazekage/Orochimaru (courtesy of Kushina who got bored).
The transforming Ichibi jinchuriki in the stadium could wait; after all, Kurama said he can handle a snivelling spoilt brat on his own.
And if there was someone Minato trusted (besides Kushina and his advisor, Shikaku), it was a biju hell bent on protecting his son.