A/N: Story 3, which didn't come out quite as planned but I still liked it! XD ENJOY AND REVIEW PLEASE!
A Collection of MinaKushi Love-stories
3: A Teacher's Advice
"DATTEBANE!" She roared, her voice booming all around Konoha and causing quivers within the earth due to its shattering volume.
A man flew out of the small establishment, teeth flung in all directions as blood gushed from his mouth and nose and a horrid, dark-purplish bruise was rapidly spreading on his right cheek.
He crashed against some wooden boxes a couple of metres outside, wood-splinters scattered across the path as crumbling and crackling filled the air.
The few people within the ramen shop stared wide eyed, shivering with sweat upon their brows as they viewed the scene of Red Hot Habanero; hair aflame like the Kyuubi's nine tails, a serious vein about to pop at her pale forehead as she glared madly in the direction of the poor fellow.
He surely had some bones broken.
"Don't you ever dare to touch me like that again!" She shrieked, holding a threatening fist into the air before she turned around and stomped back to her stool, where she slurped the noodles and broth eagerly, her seething mood not leaving.
"Want some m-more?" Teuchi stuttered, having great difficulty in taking his eyes off of the feisty woman in front of him, and not wanting to consider the costs of repairing the wall to his right.
He wouldn't dare reprimand Kushina.
He knew that would be the death of him, no matter how much she loved him for his delicious and unique ramen-recipes.
It just so happened that poor, young Minato had been walking by as the scene occurred, actually planning on meeting up with his girlfriend to eat some dinner at her most favourite place.
His appetite had diminished.
The sun glared down at them, yet the heat was bearable; it was actually more of a pleasant, radiant warmth which tingled the skins of the people, creating happy faces as more and more civilians and shinobi scrambled across the calm village known as Konoha.
They walked side by side, his cerulean eyes gazing lazily off to the side; watching all the stands and stalls of the morning-market and observing as eager-faced men and women tried to sell their goods, highlighting the specific reasons one should buy their products.
Kushina was obviously still enervated from her latest mission, which involved following some suspicious men to Iwagakure and finding out what business they had there. All in all, and due to Kushina's rash, loud attitude, it ended up in her having to fight twenty odd men within a bar, just about managing to get out of the place unscathed.
Well, except for a three centimetre gash on her right forearm, where currently a bandage was placed.
Minato had worried, lecturing her on how naïve she liked to be, to which she only haughtily laughed, throwing him her stoic, challenging expression and explicitly explaining why she needed no tutelage on her doings.
Not before quickly throwing in a muttered "sorry" because of her harsh tone.
For the vermillion-haired woman knew she was nowhere near as talented as the inspirational and prodigious Yellow Flash.
She swung her arms in the air, stretching as she yawned loudly, the long tresses of her hair falling over her shoulder.
She let her arms dangle by her side, swinging with the movement as they trudged along, quite evidently a couple but still somehow not so obviously.
Which unnerved the blonde Jounin.
He knew Kushina did not appreciate public display of affection, which was only understandable. She wasn't the cheesy, romantic girl that would cling obsessively to the arm of her lover, giggling and grinning like a hooligan whilst he whispered sweet nothings into her ear.
The blonde knew for a fact that she would maim him would he ever suggest such a crude idea.
Which, of course, he would never.
Not like he enjoyed such openness himself.
He preferred to be laid back, to keep things private, where they belonged, between them both and as a promise to each other.
No witnesses needed.
Yet even so, he was proud of the girl beside him; the fact that this insane, loud and beautiful whirlpool kunoichi belonged to him and him alone filled him with gratification.
Minato adored her with every detail, with every fibre of her being.
And specially; he wanted the men to know where to keep their eyes, minds and hands.
He'd crease a scrutinizing eyebrow at all those lusting males that dared to keep their gazes glued for a moment too long to be acceptable.
Ironic, Minato mustered, considering how Kushina used to get bullied for her peculiar appearance back then when they were kids; but the fact that she had evolved into this magnificent, breathtaking and headstrong woman forced the air to leave the lungs of even the most traditional of men.
He could only empathize.
Her sight had caught him straight-on from the moment she entered the room.
She stood out like a red rose in a garden filled with white primroses, an aura more pulsating than any other he had ever felt.
And that even before she became the Kyuubi's vessel.
(One would assume that such a subject is to be kept top secret, considering the importance and heaviness it contains; but taking into account that Minato is to become Hokage, as the Sandaime had confirmed, and Kushina is not only his best friend but girlfriend, it is only understandable that he was informed. Through Kushina...
Which a different story altogether to tell)
So, returning to the state the future Hokage found himself in; walking side by side, mutely, next to his beloved girlfriend along the morning-market of Konoha and not sure how far he should go with displaying affection.
Simple as he was, and having a tendency still towards clichéd romance, he peeked down at her hand which still swung leisurely by her side as she observed with tired eyes what was around them.
He could grab it, he thought with a silent gulp.
He could interlace their fingers, feeling the softness of her skin and giving her the feeling of security; the knowledge, or rather awareness that he was there, by her side, not about to leave and definitely prepared to fight for her if circumstances demanded it.
No matter how pathetic that thought might have sounded, he liked the idea very much.
He longed for the people to turn their heads and look at them, dumbfounded not because they were the legendary Yellow Flash and fearsome Red Hot Habanero, but because they were a couple; because she belonged to him and everyone knew they were perfectly matched.
Minato just wasn't certain if Kushina liked that idea herself.
Not like she was overly conservative. Not like she didn't blush tomato-red everytime his azure eyes landed on her and he gave her his trademark, softening smile.
Not like butterflies didn't burst free wildly within her stomach, her ribcage thundering when he kissed her.
Which didn't always happen.
Simply because he didn't know if she actually enjoyed it; being all emotional and romantic and -
Bump!
His eyes widened fractionally, which Kushina could not see however, due to him still staring in another direction.
Their hands had knocked into each other, fingers mindlessly tickling the other like playful children.
Gradually, he moved his orbs to observe her, but found she had raised her hand now to pull at her long tresses.
She obviously felt unnerved, maybe even uncomfortable about the contact.
'She doesn't seem to like it' he inwardly sighed, feeling his heart becoming heavy.
If only he could see the deep crimson blush which had burst free on her cheeks and the inner craving she fought so that she wouldn't just turn and kiss him senseless, grabbing his hand and forcing him to swear to her that he'd never let go.
"Well, well! What do I see here!" A deep, familiar voice cooed.
Both shinobi turned their heads abruptly at the newcomer, who now stood in their pathway.
Minato was the first to halt, looking into the aphotic eyes of his former Sensei.
Jiraiya's grin was wide as he stared at the couple, "Walkin' round like you're an item! Now now, Minato! You coulda told your old Sensei you were officially taken, so that I can tell those eager ladies at the bars they have no chances with ya!"
The blonde Jounin sighed, shaking his head lightly whilst his companion glared darkly at the elder Sage.
"What're you doing here, perverted old man?" Her low, tomboyish remark came as she didn't cease to fry him with those orbs.
Jiraiya chuckled, "Na na Kushi-chan! You should really start to respect your elders; what's ya kid gonna be like if he or she don't learn to appreciate the wisdom of their teachers?" He burst into a loud laugh, eyes creasing and mouth wide.
"There's nothing to respect about you!" Kushina retorted, pointing an accusing finger at him, "I'd make sure my son or daughter wouldn't get anywhere near you!"
"Ow! Kushi! That hurts! I'd be such a great uncle, you know that!" he leaned towards her, begging charcoal eyes staring widely at her as he directed a finger at himself.
Minato watched with slight amusement and a tender smile as both continued to bicker on about how Jiraiya would be a curse as a father and what a temperamental mother Kushina would make, causing anyone to sympathize with the poor child.
All anxiety from before had been blown away, although it still nagged at Minato in the depth of his mind.
After all, he and Kushina had been dating since quite a while now; they were friends ever since he had rescued her from those Kumo-nins; back in the days of 13 years.
Their bond was tightly stricken and entangled in a way that it could no longer be cut apart.
And he was wondering.
Wondering when...
When would they both-
"As we're on the subject of kids; when're you two gonna make some?"
Both blue eyes sprang largely open, staring bewildered at the white-haired Toad sage – Minato in disbelief at the fact that he had said those words right at the moment; Kushina in utter shock that he had dared to speak them.
Before the Yellow Flash could rapidly (and without any stuttering) come up with a good way around the overly embarrassing and personal subject of intimacy between him and his girlfriend, which undoubtedly involved taking them to third base, the maroon-haired woman acted on her own.
Similarly to the drunk man at Ichiraku's only yesterday, who had too much courage and little sense when he groped Kushina, of all people, Jiraiya was thrown far into an apple stand.
He crashed theatrically into wood, the owner yelping before managing to rescue himself as all the fruits tumbled over Jiraiya, leaving him spiral-eyed.
Minato was a hundred percent certain that he also now owned a few broken bones.
The whirlpool kunoichi was once more sizzling with anger and embarrassment, "You perverted old freak!" Was all she managed to scream at him before shaking her head viciously, turning around as she grabbed Minato's wrist fiercely and pulled him back the way they had come.
Well, you could sort of call that 'holding hands', right?
"You should have been more careful, Sensei." Minato sighed, handing over a few painkillers which Tsunade had prescribed him with a smirk after the future Hokage accompanied Jiraiya to Konoha hospital, "You seriously had some courage coming up with such a question."
The elder man laughed, "I guess so, my own damn fault. And here I go believin' only Tsunade could beat ya up to a bloody pulp. You have made quite some catch, ma boy." wincing, he took the white tablet, grabbing his glass of water before thrusting it into his mouth and gulping large amounts of liquid afterwards.
"She still mad?" He inquired after he finished his drink.
Minato nodded.
"Well, now, in all seriousness; have you two...?"
A blush.
"Sensei, you shouldn't be asking such-"
"I don't want details, little one, although I wouldn't mind-"
A deadly glare made him halt in the middle of his sentence.
"But I'm just wondering how much your relationship has deepened. You were my student once, and I feel towards you like a father. It is only natural I am curious."
His former student chuckled as he sat across him, folding his arms in front of his chest, "I understand."
"Well then." Jiraiya leaned forwards to get a better glance at the man in front of him.
Minato had grown from the flaky boy, as Kushina liked to describe him, into a strong, well-built and tall man with a handsome, angular face and straight nose.
His eyes were mesmerizing, his sun-kissed hair wild yet stylish.
The Toad Sage knew for a fact that women from all around blushed madly, whispering and giggling when they saw or even so much as heard his name being spoken.
And it wasn't even restricted to Konoha.
'The Sexy Yellow Flash' they liked to dub him.
But of all those fantastic females, Minato chose the one, most difficult lady he could ever come across.
He could have had any, seriously any.
'Go figure.' Jiraiya thought to himself as he smirked.
"Have ya not tried anything yet?" He finally spoke again, causing Minato to interrupt his ponderings, "When I saw you two this mornin', you weren't even holding hands like other couples usually do."
With an arched eyebrow he watched as Minato avoided his inquiring gaze, a slight rouge colour spreading on his cheeks again.
"Tsk. Minato, that's not how I taught you! You might be a genius and have invented some mind-blowing, historical Jutsu's, but we don't want future generations to read about the incapability of Namikaze Minato in seducing a women!"
"Kushina is not just a women."
He grinned, "I know, she's a special little girl, so strong and noble considerin' the beast she has sealed within herself. Quite admirable, I have to admit. Which is all the more of a reason to bang her!"
"S-Sensei!" Minato was once more wide-eyed that day, glaring with fierce indigo orbs at the man in front of him, both hands flat on the table.
"C'mon! No reason to cringe each time I touch the subject. Look here, Mina-boy, I'll give ya some good advice; after all, I am an expert in that field myself."
"Yeah right..." came the sceptical mumble.
"Don't doubt me!" He slammed his right palm onto the table as well, standing up with serious eyes, "You need to seduce her, make her want you bad!"
"I'd rather not talk about this..." Minato still sat unmoving, hands tight in front of his chest.
"Look at you! Any woman would lay you right then and there, and Kushina, being a girl and all, will think no less! It's nature!"
"I'd seriously rather not talk about this right now."
"And even if she denies it, women like cheesy romantic trash! It's in their genes!"
"Sensei..."
"So be the fluffy little boy you know you are and make the first move like a real man should! Don't wait for an invitation; we men burst into action and display dominance!"
The Jounin's eyes twitched, "Please stop...before you need to consult Doctor Tsunade again."
"Eh, why would I need to do that?" Surprised, confused eyes stared down at the blonde man, finally seeing the dark glower he was emanating.
"That look won't make Kushina wet down there, y'know."
Crack!
Who would have thought humble, wise Minato had his limits?
Jiraiya just hoped Tsunade had overtime work at the hospital today.
"I love it." She softly spoke as he handed her the little gift.
She smiled with shimmering eyes at the green frog-purse which now lay in her delicate hands.
And he had to smile seeing her so happy about it.
"I saw it on the market the other morning, after our little encounter with Jiraiya, and wanted to buy it for you."
Kushina giggled, "You can be so sappy sometimes, Namikaze."
He shrugged nervously, "It's just the way I am."
After having trained a little that morning, and not being able to eradicate his Sensei's words out of his mind, Minato had decided it would be best to go visit his girlfriend and spend some time with her.
Build on their relationship and forgetting his train of thoughts, as she always managed to pull him into a void within his pondering, where he smiled like a madman as he consumed her with his eyes and mind.
Kushina stretched onto her toes, a hand carefully laid against his chest as she intended to plant a kiss atop his cheeks as a sign of thankfulness, but didn't consider the possibility of Minato turning his head right at that moment.
Thus, her lips landed on his instead.
She pulled away immediately, a crimson blush adorning her cheeks as she raised her fingers atop her mouth.
He blinked several times before he realised what had occurred.
'Don't wait for an invitation; we men burst into action and display dominance!'
He shook his head lightly, trying to suppress the loud voice of his former teacher within his mind.
"Sorry." He heard the meek excuse coming from the vermillion-haired woman in front of him.
He smiled tenderly, "Why would you be sorry?"
"Erm, because, I, er-"
Minato leaned down towards her, a large hand placed leisurely behind her head, against the wall she stood in front of, "You are my girlfriend; it is only natural for us to kiss."
He watched with amusement as her cheeks turned an even deeper shade of scarlet, steel-blue eyes voluminous and questioning.
Her eyebrows creased, lips twisting upwards before she began to giggle, "God, Namikaze, you seriously are a corny man."
"W-What?" His pride bitten, he stood up straight again, frowning as he rubbed the back of his heated neck.
Yet her expression was so innocent and sweet that he felt all tension disappear immediately, "You make this hard on me, Kushina."
She giggled some more, "I know, Minato, I know."
He felt like a headless chicken.
A chicken because he craved to just run away and hide somewhere until all embarrassment fled him, which, at least so he felt, would probably take forever.
Headless because he didn't even know where to run to, and what exactly he was doing.
He had invited Kushina around to his place where, for an exchange, he offered to cook something for her, instead of the kunoichi always showing off with here amazing culinary-talents and mesmerizing the blonde each and every time.
Surprised, and slightly suspicious, she conceded, now finding herself at his place; sitting on top of his bed as it stood next to the window, where she stared with wide eyes at the immaculate stars above.
"They are extremely clear tonight." Kushina whispered, too astounded to give the volume of her voice much heed.
"Yeah, on cooler nights you can view them better." Minato explained, leaning back as he followed her line of view.
He adored the way her eyes sparkled with fascination at something so simple.
But Kushina was always amazed at the tiniest of things and facts.
'Just Kushina...' he mused with a smirk.
"What're you smiling at, Namikaze?" She had turned her gaze towards him, having an amused expression across her visage.
The light of the moon reflected wonderfully off her titian hair, making it seem a shade darker than it actually was. He followed it as it cascaded delicately down her back and over her bosom, complimenting the short yellow dress she wore.
'Take the initiative' He told himself nervously.
He leaned sidewards, inwardly commanding himself not to hesitate.
Heart thundering madly, he was slightly relieved to notice that, even though realising what Minato was about to do, Kushina sat stone-still in her position, face turned towards him.
Minato saw it as a sign not to be reluctant now, so he finally closed the gap, pressing against soft lips.
She responded sluggishly, yet intensely, kissing him quite differently than usual; they weren't chaste, soft, short kisses, but actually a little harsher, more demanding.
And deeper.
His hand shot up to entangle itself within the locks of her hair, pressing her further against himself as he twisted his head at an angle in order to explore her mouth better.
He could hear her moan and questioned himself if she also suddenly felt light-headed.
But he didn't stop.
Not until they both were needy for air and thus separated, gasping and panting.
It didn't take long though, before Kushina pushed herself towards him, obviously longing for more.
Glad at their improvement in intimacy, Minato moved his other hand to trace softly down her arm, tickling her warm flesh before moving to her dress and -
"HEY KID! Guess what? I just talked to old man Hiruzen and he said that-"
A wide-eyed Jiraiya stopped after having mindlessly jerked the door open, blinking several times at the scene in front of him.
Which displayed a blushing Minato, currently having his head hanging as an overly embarrassed Kushina pulled the strap of her dress back up onto her shoulder.
"Whoa, was I interrupting you two in your love-making session?"
And that explained the third time Jiraiya had to visit Tsunade that week.
He sighed, grabbing his trademark kunais and shuriken and stuffing them inside his bag, afterwards grabbing the pieces of scattered paper on his bed and checking his detailed report.
The Sandaime had sent him on a special mission towards the borders of Sunagakure, where their allies resided. He was to wait in an Inn for the Kazekage to appear incognito before escorting him through Amegakure towards Iwagakure, where he were to have a specialized meeting, in the name of Konoha and Suna, with the old Tsuchikage.
Peace-talks, of course.
Sarutobi had to attend other matters involving Kumogakure, hence hindering him from joining as well.
It was actually expected that ANBU units would fulfil this mission, seeing as it was considered S-Rank, yet Jiraiya had debated heatedly with the Hokage that it would be a great experience for Minato to join these important talks, seeing as he was to become Hokage soon, even though being very young of age.
After some consideration, and taking into account that Minato was well-made for being an ANBU but had declined the offer, the Sandaime agreed.
Thus the reason Jiraiya came bursting into Minato's apartment without giving much heed, wanting to inform his former student of the great news.
"Lock the door next time, son!" Jiraiya had cursed when he lay in hospital, Shizune attending his black eye with a freezing cold cloth.
Everything had gone as planned; the Kazekage was currently resting in a special room as their meeting had finished mere minutes ago, and Minato was to give in a full-hand report which a high-rank Jounin should be picking up anytime soon.
He had been irked at the Hokage's carefree attitude considering the possibility of an imposing enemy shinobi pretending to be the ally ordered to deliver the important documents.
"You will know if it is the real messenger!" He had laughed.
Rethinking the identification jutsu he had once learnt in order to verify if the Jounin was the one sent by Konoha, he didn't hear the silent thud behind him.
Cold metal touched the nape of his neck, threatening to cut into his warm flesh.
Cerulean eyes widened fractionally, before he frowned and grimaced.
The meeting had tired him very much, especially as he tried to follow the reasons during the negotiations, attempting to think and react mentally like a Hokage would.
It proved much more strenuous than fighting fifteen enemy Jounin at once.
"You lack speed." Came the off remark.
Minato stayed completely still.
He had spread, in anticipation of such a scenario, some of his three-ponged kunai's across the room.
All he had to do was use his Hiraishin no Jutsu and he'd land right behind the-
A giggle.
Frowning some more, he turned around after feeling the sharp blade's edge leave his neck.
Kushina stood behind him, a hand held towards her lips in amusement as she smiled beautifully.
"What's up with you, Namikaze? Not like you not to notice someone in the room when they stood here for a whole quarter hour!"
He blushed, scratching his messy blonde strands, "It wouldn't have been so easy for you, you know." He warned, hinting with his eyes towards his well-hidden weapons.
The kunoichi followed his line of gaze, realising what he meant, "Well, you keep yourself true to your name." She responded with a chirpy voice.
"Don't tell me you are the Jounin who is supposed to pick up the report."
She nodded, "Yup! They thought it would be...safest if I went seeing as an imposter would have difficulties fooling you with an image of me."
She gave him a critical glance.
"Well, at least I hope that's how it is!"
He laughed at that remark, "I know you well by now, Kushina."
She cracked a smile, "Well then, Mr. Future Hokage, I have until tomorrow morning before I need the report and should then be heading back to Konoha. So, where is it?"
He pointed towards the desk to her right, his face placid as he watched how she turned and brightened at the sight.
"How much longer will your mission be?" She suddenly asked as she fingered the pieces of neatly ordered paper, her voice becoming silent and fearful.
He smiled; she obviously didn't like to be separated from him for too long.
"Two more weeks. Negotiations will resume in five days, then we'll return to Sunagakure for further discussions before I am to return home."
The red-haired woman nodded, her lips set in a straight line.
Silence engulfed both of them as Minato inspected her actions. She stood rather nervously there, papers still in hand, chewing her bottom lip as she obviously contemplated something.
"Until tomorrow morning." He muttered.
"Huh?" She glanced towards him.
Minato smirked, "You have until tomorrow morning before you need to head back?"
"Y-Yeah."
"The Sandaime gave you that order?"
"E-erm no, Jiraiya did, in the name of the Hokage though-"
He didn't have to listen to the rest of her explanation.
'Typical Sensei' he thought with amusement and a tiny hint of gratitude, 'Now or never.'
He moved swiftly towards her, grabbing the documents and wordlessly placing them back on top of the scratched desk.
Kushina halted in her words, confusion written all across her face until Minato crashed his lips onto hers, sucking her bottom lip and begging for entrance.
It took her a few seconds to register his exact intentions, until she added one and one together, pupils dilating before she gave in to the kiss.
Pushing her forward slightly, his hand shot out and grabbed the door, tracing down towards the lock and pulling it across, thus securing their privacy.
'Not making that mistake again.' Minato mentally chastised, now fully concentrating on their kiss.
After long minutes of heated make-out, they pulled apart.
"M-Minato..." she spoke huskily, her eyes glazed and cheeks burning.
He smiled heart-meltingly at her before continuing the kiss, his fingers grabbing the elastic band which currently kept her hair together in a high ponytail and pulling it, resulting in her locks descending all around her.
"We have time." he whispered deeply, sucking her neck.
"Until tomorrow morning." she smiled, enjoying the sensation before he pushed her onto the bed.
Tsunade sighed heavily as Shizune bought her the annual report's list she had to complete for record-keeping in Konoha hospital.
With all the wars and peace-talks currently going on, she had to tab each and every shinobi and keep fully detailed reports about their health conditions for the Hokage to inspect when he needed new ninja's for his missions.
"Here is the next one." The dark haired Jounin spoke before she returned to the other stacks
Tsunade picked up the folder, grabbing the papers not before reading the name at the top.
She raised an amused eyebrow.
'Jiraiya.'
"Well, let's see how he has been doing." She flipped through the papers, scanning the contents as she took a small sip of sake which stood on her desk.
The sake spewed out of her mouth quite dramatically.
"WHAT! How many broken bones in the last twelve months!?"
"And the fourth warning...watch out for Jiraiya-sensei!" - Manga Chapter 504, Some of Kushina's last words to her son Naruto before she died.
A/N: Maaah, I like funny endings! Gives it the twist! :D
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