A/N: I really don't know what to say except that this is utter crap. I don't know; it started off good enough then it just dissolved into a pile of poo. This chapter is not my best work, at all. So, don't expect too much.

Hopefully, you can enjoy this.

Minato stared down at the girl, as she slept, with an expression close to amused wonder. From the gentle features of her face and her uppity personality, Minato would have thought Kushina would be a soundless, elegant sleeper. He was wrong. Very wrong.

Kushina lay on her bed in a sprawled manner, her blankets wound around her in a very unnatural way. The majority of the blankets were clenched between her thighs or under her. They weren't doing their job of covering her very well. Her bare foot would occasionally rub against the other sock-clad foot – a common sign of dreaming. Minato had read about it in someone's bathroom one time. Her crimson hair fanned around her, the stark contrast to the white sheets making her hair appear as if it were on fire. She shifted slightly onto her back, her arm lifting her sweatshirt to rub the newly revealed creamy skin of her stomach. Her shirt was pushed up past her belly button and her loose sweatpants had ridden down while she tossed and turned and revealed pale yellow panties. Minato raised an eyebrow at that; he would have pegged her as the boy shorts or girl boxer type. She smacked slightly in her deep slumber, sighed contently and began snoring lightly again.

Minato had never found the sight of someone sleeping so – so endearing. All the people he'd crept past to their bathrooms at night had always been a revolting sight. Especially the men who slept naked. Minato shuddered at the memories.

Out of the many people he'd seen asleep, Kushina was the only one he had the urge to…

He wasn't quite sure what he had the urge to do, but it wasn't appropriate and would probably pass as some form as molestation. His only defense in court would probably be something along the lines of "But your honor, it isn't my fault she's so hopelessly adorable."

Probably wouldn't excuse him from much. Nor would it explain the fact that he was watching her sleep in the early hours of the morning.

He wasn't exactly watching, per say. He had woken up earlier than her, unable to sleep very well in an unfamiliar house, went to wake her up so she wouldn't over sleep and happened to get caught up in the adorableness that was Kushina Uzumaki. Minato was hardly to blame for taking the opportunity to drink in every tiny detail without repercussions from an angry Kushina.

His eyes drifted to her lips as she made another noise. Her pale pink, slightly parted lips looked soft. Minato wondered how soft they would feel against his-

"Minato."

He started at his name tumbling from the same lips he was staring at. His eyes flickered to hers, but they were still closed. She was dreaming about him? This morning couldn't get any better. Well, it could, but Minato doubted it would. Unless-

Kushina let out a breathy moan, her small hands fisting the bed sheets under her, her thighs clenching the blanket tighter and her toes curling. Minato was sure his face was the color of her hair by now. In fact, he was sure he'd died and gone to heaven when Kushina's hips rose slightly and she whimpered, "Please."

Minato was not a virgin by any means. Putting his looks, charm, previous job and his lifestyle into consideration his virginity was obviously a laughable thought. He was experienced enough to not be easily embarrassed by high school girls and their advances. This, however, was different. For one, he had never spied on a girl sleeping. Nor has he known of a girl or seen a girl having a wet dream about him. He never really put much thought into it. He had at least a few ounces of shame. It was also Kushina. That simple fact shouldn't have made that much of a difference but it somehow did.

A loud buzzing broke Minato out of his flushed reverie and caused Kushina's sleep to be obviously disturbed.

Minato's eyes flitted to the pink alarm clock on her nightstand then back to Kushina. She gasped as her eyes shot open, as if just breaking the surface of water after almost drowning. She took one flabbergasted look at her clock before shrieking a long string of curses.

Kushina paid no mind to Minato as she stumbled out of bed and began shimmying out of her sweatpants. He wasn't sure if he should stop her or enjoy the show. He'd probably regret the latter if she turned around and saw him staring, so he went with the former.

"Kushina," His voice sounded thick with sleep and something else that he didn't want to think too hard about.

She shrieked again and almost tripped over her pants trying to turn around. "Minato! Get out!" He obeyed when she began throwing every object within her reach at him.

Closing the door behind him with a loud slam, he retreated to the kitchen in an attempt to feed himself.

xxx

Kushina was late. Super late, she realized, when she glanced at her clock once more. Calculating it in her head while she tugged off her sweatshirt, she figured that if she skipped breakfast she would only be a minute late at the most.

Then came her next problem. Glancing down at herself, her previous dream came flooding back. Her whole body became hot and her blush seemed to tattoo her face. "Oh, great, just what I needed," She groaned and tugged off her damp underwear and threw it into her dirty clothes hamper.

Kushina yanked on a fresh pair of underwear, her face still flushed. She put on her long sleeved white button-up shirt and tucked it into her green plaid skirt that reached just below her belly button and barely covered her butt. For the finishing touches, she pulled on her green knee-high socks and rolled her sleeves up to her elbows. Even in late fall, borderline winter, it was still warm in Konoha.

After tugging her waist-length hair out of her collar, she twisted the vermillion locks into a messy bun and made a quick pit-stop to the bathroom to brush her teeth, wash her face and pee.

"I am so late!" She announced to the house, racing down the hallway and into the entrance hall, almost slipping on the hardwood floor in the process. Stupid socks.

Minato sat at the breakfast slash dining table next to the kitchen staring glumly into a bowl of what might have been grits. Maybe oatmeal. Kushina made a mental note to cook him a proper meal and maybe teach him how to cook for himself.

"You aren't," He mumbled into the white muck like a pouting little boy.

"What?" She paused, already in the process of putting on her shoes.

"It's November sixth, right?" He finally looked up at her with drowsy cobalt eyes. Her dream pranced to the front of her brain and she looked away quickly. This was probably a new record, Kushina thought to herself, blushing this much before breakfast.

"So?" She snapped, "What the hell does that mean?"

"It's daylight savings time. So, you're actually one hour early," He sounded like he wanted to laugh but was either too tired or too hungry.

Kushina looked up at him from her seat in front of the door in disbelief. Ignoring the fact that she only had one shoe on, she stumbled up and ran to the calendar hanging on the refrigerator door.

Minato watched as all of the fight seemed to wash out of her at the calendar confirmation, her shoulders drooping considerably. Kushina slumped against the counter and promptly dissolved into laughter before falling asleep. All in the time span of two minutes.

Minato blinked and turned back to his muck.

xxx

"Don't get into fights, you hear? Be the good little girl I know you are," Minato lectured in a voice that Kushina guessed was supposed to be motherly. He handed Kushina her lunch, which she deposited into her school bag. His voice took on a more baritone quality when he spoke again, "Don't let those nasty teenage boys near you. They have a one-track mind. I know; I use to be one. All they want do is touch you and feel you up," With every word he got closer to her, stepping out on the front porch where she stood. Kushina looked at the blonde lunatic warily before breaking out in a fit of giggles as he tickled her sides.

"Quit it, Papa!" She played along, trying to grab his hands to stop the torture.

"Defend yourself!" He ordered, spinning her around and pulling her closer to him before mercilessly tickling her tummy. Dimly, Kushina noted that if her father ever got this intimate with her, she would break everyone of his fingers and call the police.

With a battle cry, Kushina stomped on Minato's foot, twisting around in his slackened grip and kneed him right where it counts.

"Ah, fuck, Kushina!" He swore, falling to his knees and cupping his family jewels. She crouched down to his level.

"How was that, Papa?" She grinned at him impishly.

He gave her a thumbs up and tried to grin, but it came out more like a wincing grimace. "That's my little tiger," He croaked.

"Sorry, Pops," Kushina didn't look sorry at all. Caught up in the innocent role-play, she swiftly placed a chaste kiss on his cheek like she had for her real father everyday. Minato jerked back to look at her face, but she was already walking down the concrete pathway. "Bye Papa, Mama!" She called back over her shoulder.

"Have a good day at school, sweetie pie!" He yelled after her in that sickly sweet high pitch tone.

xxx

Kushina arrived at school just in time to be interrogated thoroughly by her best friend.

"Kushina Uzumaki!" A loud voice came from across the schoolyard, almost giving said girl a heart attack.

Mikoto waved wildly at her with both arms from a packed picnic table with less than favorable occupants. Kushina was tempted to act like she hadn't heard or seen her friend and just continue on her way to first period, but Mikoto would be on her like a rabid dog before she could get within touching distance of the front doors.

Sighing and with a resignation of fate, she turned and made her way to Mikoto.

"Hey," Kushina greeted the blue haired girl, mustering up the best smile she could under the heavy stares of Mikoto's company.

"We have so much to talk about, Kush!" She told her fervently, "Move, Inoichi." The blonde shot her a scathing look before turning back to his conversation with Shikaku. Mikoto looked positively scandalized, but recovered quickly, "Fugaku?" He looked at her in disbelief.

"Um, it's fine," Kushina forced herself to speak, not really looking at anybody. Her eyes wandered around the schoolyard filled with students, "Just call me tonight."

"But, Kushina-"

Mikoto stopped when her best friend turned her back and walked stiffly away.

Fully intending to make a beeline to the building, Kushina was stopped not ten feet away from the table by an angry looking underclassman.

"What?" Kushina snapped with impatience.

"No need to get snippy with me, slut," The younger girl sneered, shoving Kushina slightly. "I just came to give you a little warning."

"Look, I absolutely despise Inoichi, so no need to-"

"Inoichi? Hah," The girl laughed, "As if. You're friends with that Cho slut, right?"

"She's not a slut," Kushina growled, stepping closer to the girl, "You, however," She gave her a meaningful look.

"Look, just tell Cho to back off of the Hyuga twins or I'll-"

"You'll what?" Kushina asked challengingly.

"I'll royally fuck you and her up," She snarled.

"Is that a threat or a promise?" Kushina gave her a "kill them with kindness" smile.

"Either way, you're about to get your ass kicked."

"Kushina!" A new voice called and she turned to see the subject of the argument jogging towards the bickering pair, "What's going on?"

"Cho, this girl wants to kick your ass," Kushina offered, gesturing towards the purple haired instigator.

Cho studied her for a moment before her hazel eyes flashed with recognition, "Amu! You're Amu!"

Amu looked startled that she recognized her, but the surprise didn't last long. "That's right, but my name won't matter much when I'm beating you so hard you won't even remember your own name."

"Wow," Cho grinned with amusement, "Did you stay up all night thinking of that one?"

"No!" Amu flushed, her fists clenching and her face red with chagrin.

Mikoto thought about stepping in as she watched the spat, but she was pretty much useless when it came to confrontation and she would probably make the situation even worse by saying something stupid. Inoichi and Shikaku had looked up from their conversation. Chouza had stopped snacking. Fugaku ceased his assault on her neck. Haruno lost his conversation partners when the Hyuga twins turned their attention to the fight with keen interest.

"Aren't you going to even ask why she has some kind of personal vendetta against you?" Kushina asked the brunette who was already cracking her knuckles in anticipation.

"Nah, I already know," Kushina raised her eyebrows at that, "Hiashi and Hizashi are the reason I have such a large list of girls that have tried to beat me up. It's nothing new."

"Ah," Kushina nodded; it made sense.

"But everybody knows that they're mine," Cho threw a look over her shoulder, "Right, boys?"

The feisty brunette didn't get an answer from either of the twins because Amu was already on her like a fat kid on chocolate cake. Normally, the Chinese warrior wouldn't ever be caught off guard, especially by a girl as small as Amu was, but her attention was mostly diverted as the girl grabbed her by the hair and slammed her onto the grass.

Before Cho could even make an attempt to stand up, Amu was already straddling her, her knees pinning her arms to the ground. "Listen, bitch, I told you I would royally fuck you up and after I'm done with you, you're fat friend with the red hair is next!" Anger warped Cho's normally cute features as the freshman spat in her face, punctuating her threat.

Kushina was going to make a move to push the girl off of her friend, but paused at the word fat. Normally, Kushina wasn't the one to be bothered by what others thought of her, but her weight had always been a sensitive point. She thought she had dropped the chubby girl title a couple of years back.

"Kushina isn't fat!" Mikoto stood up, shaking her fist threateningly. Nobody paid her any attention.

Kushina made a move to attack Amu, but suddenly found herself in the air. She blinked, as everything seemed to be in slow motion. The face of a very furious girl, probably another freshman, stared down at her as they flew in the air. Kushina guessed that she was a friend of Amu and had tackled her since she was currently holding on to her.

All of the breath in her chest left her with a strangled gasping sound as her back slid across the picnic table Mikoto and company were occupying.

"Kushina!" Her friend screeched in astonishment. The girl currently on top of Kushina pulled back slightly – she had short, choppy black hair and ominous crimson eyes – and grabbed onto her own red hair. She could dimly hear the girl yelling as she tried to get a physical rebuttal, but she wasn't really listening.

Kushina freed her hands from her sides and grabbed the girl's head before bashing her forehead against hers.

"Ow, fuck!" The girl screamed, letting go of Kushina's hair and clutching on to her own head in pain. That would definitely leave a mark on both of them.

Kushina's head throbbed in pain and she noted to never do that again and that it was nothing like it was in movies.

"You bitch!" She seethed, before tugging on her hair again.

"Stop pulling my hair!" Kushina screamed, grabbing the other girl's shoulders so she could get some kind of advantage over her.

The tussling girls rolled over onto the bench part of the table, making the Hyuga twins, Haruno and Chouza scramble out of the way, and onto the ground.

Kushina almost screamed in frustration when she ended up on the bottom again, but this time she was on her stomach. The black haired girl had a much better angle to pull Kushina's hair and had the redhead screaming in pain and flailing in vain.

"Yamanaka, remove Cho from Amu," A gruff voice ordered, "Uchiha, remove Yuhi from Kushina."

As Kushina was finally free from the weight crushing her, she cheered internally a little bit at the fact that Cho was winning her fight. Suddenly, she was being pulled up by strong arms and steadied. Her violet-gray eyes met shining green eyes. "Are you okay?"

"I-I-yeah," Kushina stammered.

"You're bleeding," Haruno frowned, his fingers touching her forehead briefly. They were tipped in blood when he pulled back.

"Oh," Her voice sounded miles away as her mind buzzed. It must have been from knocking her forehead against that Yuhi girl's.

"Hey!" Haruno's profile was starting to blur at the edges, Kushina noticed, suddenly feeling dizzy, "I think she's about to faint!"

Who? She wanted to ask before her vision blacked out.

xxx

"Have a good nap?"

Kushina blinked and swallowed thickly. Her senses rushed information into her slowly awakening brain. She was lying on a cot in the nurse's office and the lights were too bright. It smelled of antiseptic spray and throw up. The nurse was currently speaking to her.

Trying to sit up, her head swam and the nurse told her to lie back down. "I'm fine," Kushina insisted, propping herself against the wall. "What time is it?"

She just wanted to go home, take some Tylenol, brush her teeth and sleep some more.

"It's 12:30," She chirped, fluttering around the room like a hummingbird.

"I've been sleeping for that long?" Kushina gaped at the woman before swinging her legs over the bed and rushing to her feet. "Where's my bag?"

"In the principle's office."

"What? Why?"

"You got into a physical fight, my dear," The woman looked at her earnestly, "That's a class three violation."

"Brilliant," Kushina mumbled, thanked the nurse and left the room. A superb surprise sat on a bench outside of the nurse's office, most likely waiting for her.

The pinkette looked up from his book and met her eyes. "Are you okay?" He asked again, closing his book and shoving it into his brown regulation school bag.

"I'm fine, Haruno," She manifested a small smile, "Are you my escort or something?"

"I guess you could say that," He grinned sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck and standing up. "They just wanted to make sure you knew where you were going."

"So, what do you think they'll do to me?" Kushina asked as they began their short walk to the principal's office.

"I doubt they'll expel you," He mused, looking down at her with dancing sea green orbs that accelerated her heart and reddened her cheeks considerably, "You aren't nearly as bad as Cho or Tsume."

"Yeah," She laughed jovially, "Cho has fan girls on her at least three times a day and Tsume likes to pick a fight with anyone that breathes that same air she does."

"And you just seem to piss off the wrong people," That statement had an unsettlingly ring of truth to it.

"Perhaps I do," Kushina frowned as they stopped in front of the principal's door.

"Your cousin came instead of your parents," Haruno informed her, "He said that your parents were gone on a mission trip and he was the only one available."

"What?" Violet eyes started at this piece of information.

"Good luck," He called over his shoulder and disappeared down the hallway.

Taking a deep breath, Kushina gripped the handle, twisted and stepped inside the small office.

The carpet was a deep blue color and the wooden furniture was glossy and dark. It had a warm smell of coffee and butterscotch. In the middle of the room sat a large desk with two matching client chairs in front of them. The person occupying the chair on the left made her want to turn the other way and run.

Unfortunately, all she could do was take stiff steps into the office and take a seat on the right. She could most certainly not reach over and hit him even when he grinned at her with that stupid grin of his that practically screamed "I'm laughing at your pain right now". She could not stomp on his foot even when he gave her a small wave that made her want to break his fingers. She could definitely not kick him in the nuts again even when he said, "Hey, cuz."

"Sarutobi-Sensei, I can explain-" Kushina began, wanting to explain the strange blonde man sitting cross legged with no shoes on claiming to be her cousin, but he cut her off.

"No need," He smiled warmly, "This interesting young man has told me everything."

"Oh," She blinked, "And what exactly has he told you?"

"I think you know, sweetheart," The old man never wavered in his warm grandfatherly expression, "Because of your – ahem – disabilities, I'm willing to let you off with one day suspension."

"Disa-what? What are you talking about?" Kushina sputtered, looking back and forth from Minato to her principal.

"How generous of you, Hiruzen!" Minato beamed.

Kushina was going to beat the crap out of them when they got home.

"You get going you two!" Sarutobi gestured towards the door; a stupid grin still plastered on his face, "And be sure to watch out for your special little cousin!"

"Oh, I will, sir," Minato stood and took Kushina's hand, pulling her out of her chair. "Wouldn't want to lose track of this one."

Sarutobi's jolly laugh followed them until the heavy door shut behind them. Minato held her school bag in his hand. Kushina was tempted to take it back but decided he could carry it for her as part of his punishment.

"Exactly how disabled am I?" She asked, only slightly uncomfortable when he put his arm around her shoulders.

"You're my special little cousin," He squeezed her shoulders, "You're not disabled at all! Just special." Kushina was positive he was getting a big kick out of this whole thing. "And what did I say about getting in fights just this morning?"

"You-" She began, but the words caught in her throat as they stepped out of the front doors of the school. Kushina had completely forgotten that it was lunchtime and the most popular and crowded place during lunchtime was the schoolyard.

She could almost see the chain reaction. A girl sitting at the bottom of the steps heard the front doors open, looked up then nudged the girl sitting next to her who nudged the guy sitting next to her. The line of whispers and stares was painfully visible. Soon enough, all eyes were on Minato who still had his arm around Kushina.

Kushina wasn't stupid or blind. She knew Minato was painfully attractive and from what he told her – very popular with women. It wasn't any different at a school than at a bar.

"Kushina!" Mikoto hollered from their usual table.

She didn't even risk a glance in her direction. There was only one option in her flight or fight instinct. Since there was nobody to fight, it was flight.

Without a second look around the crowd, Kushina grabbed Minato's hand and ran.

A/N: Well, you see? It was just cheesy and stupid and ugh.

See if you can guess who Amu is. ;D Shouldn't be too hard. And I guess I've come to terms with the fact that I will have to wiggle in OC's for this generation. Oh well. I won't go too in depth with them and I won't make them too out there.

I was going to add a lot more but I just felt like this chapter didn't deserve more. More will come soon and I'll be sure to make it at least a little better than this.

Oh and someone asked about Hinata's mom and yes she will be in this story. Just for you!

Hope you enjoyed!