A/N: Story 4 which had been in my document folder for some time but lazy me forgot to proof read it, but now it's done and here it is! :D Inspired after watching the awesomely awesome Road to Ninja movie and seeing the training grounds of Minaboy :3
A Collection of MinaKushi Love-stories
4: Catch Me
The clockworks turned and twisted, churning, whining as they spun rhythmically, setting all the small metallic wheels and rods into movement.
The whole building was a loud, in-tune clacking.
A rod spun up, spiralling maddeningly towards Minato.
He sat leisurely, arms slumped over his knees, a three-ponged kunai readily in his hand as his eyes were shut.
Wild, chaotic sunflower hair scattered across his head, sweat causing the sides to stick eagerly to his moist skin.
With dashing speed his orbs opened, he jumped, dodging the weapon.
Several shuriken whistled through the air to his right, piercing the oxygen.
He threw this kunai, twisting his head back.
With elegance he landed on his hands, supporting himself for several seconds before the obvious clatter of a thin, piercing blade made itself obvious.
It shot out towards him, about to meet the delicate skin of his cheek.
Flash!
He bolted away to where his kunai met the hard, yet brittling stone wall.
It caused a tear within its confinements, small stones crumbling out and tackling the ground.
Darkness.
The silence was deafening to anyone outside, but the rushing of his blood and thudding of his heart quenched out all noises.
Clack. Cluck. Chang. Cachuck.
Everything screeched, everything moved, his eyes flung themselves in every direction.
But the obsidian of the surrounding infiltrated his vision – no light seeped through; he had to filter out the important noises.
Three more kunais were grabbed from his pouch, before he chucked them effortlessly into the air, making them scrape all heavenly directions.
Minato gazed upwards with strained eyes – he could make out the massive, churning bronze clockwork, the tubes and wires, the small and large screws which protested with every motion the system undertook.
Something fell towards him at untactful speed.
He disappeared.
Grabbed the kunai in time before twisting his body forcefully in a near to 180 degree movement as he blocked a katana's attack.
Tinkle.
Metal stroke metal as the weapon fell lifelessly into the depths below him.
The blonde prodigy began to rise upon the building.
He bolted like lightning, like a storm; the only source of dim light flashing within this sombreness.
Something creaked like a complaint, he spun his head as massive poles came threateningly close to his head.
He managed to jump off the wall as his feet met the cold stone, swinging backwards, flinging his body upside down before he flung another kunai which vanished into a void.
Flash!
Once more he beamed to a different location, just in time to dodge further weaponry which attempted to drain all life from his energized limbs.
The whole sight would have made any wondrous passenger gape in awe at the fluidity the Jonin ninja possessed.
He moved more opulently than a feline could, more agile than any bird would be able to fly; not even a hare could match him.
Landing with the most silent thud that not even a rat would turn to listen, he righted himself.
Grind. Groan. Squeak. Scrape.
He steadied his breathing, the sound of intaken air filling his ears, swirling viciously.
Everything roared with velocity.
He prepared another kunai, taking in a presuming stance as he concentrated once more, eyes clasping shut.
But just as his lid met the moist end of his skin, something vermilion blazed into sight, outstanding from the dusk.
Immediately azure eyes were flung open in confusion as his heart undertook a minor jolt.
Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud.
Nothing inched.
Nothing changed.
He let out a lengthy sigh.
A kunai was thrust towards further darkness in front of him; between massive cogwheels and above tubes and woodwork.
Another flare of that daring maroon hue.
Minato's eyebrows furrowed.
Flash.
Silence.
A sudden, earth-shattering rumble caused the whole building to shake brutality. The blonde had trouble steadying his feat as creaks and croaks echoed around before utter, poisonous silence invaded his ears.
Nothing.
Nothing but the rushing of his body.
The clockwork stopped, as if time had frozen for the moment.
He sucked in a lot of air.
More gurgling blood, the palpitate of his heart increasing. Pants and a flicker of texture as he turned around-
Wait!
Pants?
He wasn't panting.
Crimson strands gleamed into view.
His lips twisted up into a crude smirk.
Flash.
He stood in front of a dark passageway leading to God knows what place. Somewhere dangerous and unsacred and deadly.
A soft breeze tickled his bare, muscled arms.
"I know you are hiding there, Kushina." He spoke calmly, the smirk still present on his face.
The clucking of a tongue was audible.
But she didn't show herself.
Instead, he was met with the undignified sight of a shuriken scratching the side of his cheek, leaving a sharp burn to sting his sweaty skin as he brushed the wound with his fingertips.
Before he could protest, the cave bellowed once more and shook him unceremoniously as cogwheels and rods and rings of metal began to screech with movement.
Clack. Pang. Tingle. Croak.
A bustle of fighting utensils flew with mesmerizing speed towards him – he dodged a few kunais to his left, jumped as further razor-sharp shurikens gleamed in the distance, parried as the jingling blade of a sword swung towards him and dashed away, using his hiraishin no jutsu, when an assault of weapons encircled him.
"It's no use." He spoke grimly, landing on the hard cold ground once more.
But he was answered with more weapons, until Kushina dashed towards him, swinging kunais at him as they parried and exchanged blows.
The air rung with their battle.
She sprang back, somersaulting in the air.
Her hair was tied back tightly into a high ponytail, Minato now saw, grey eyes steely, focused on him.
"How did you find me?"
Now it was her turn to fling a smirk at him.
"You are quite rude." She finally commented.
An eyebrow twisted itself upwards before he saw how she resigned into the shadows.
He searched everywhere for a sign; a give-away that she was close by.
"Training here idly by yourself."
With all the spinning and spiralling and the constant noises the cave was producing, he felt all his senses, even his feelings due to the small vibrations, numbed and useless.
"So I spent some time with the old Jiraiya-pervert, and he was drinking a cup of Sake too much again. Makes him sing like a bird. Said you liked to train here."
"Didn't take me long to figure out this place." The voice reverberated from behind him and his eyes enlarged fractionally as he turned around.
There she stood, too close to be far away, too far away to be close.
Wolf-grey eyes met cobalt blue.
"As my boyfriend, you should have asked me to accompany you. Isn't that what Shinobi do?"
"Being my girlfriend has nothing to do with being Shinobi."
"Hell it does!" She glowered, holding a kunai up to her face – a three-ponged kunai.
"When did she-!?"
"Be more careful, darling." she mocked as she disappeared once more.
He could feel her presence.
Her chakra became crystal-clear all of a sudden, and it was all he could take note of.
She slashed at him from behind, but he ducked quickly before she tried to kick him as she landed artistically on her feet.
He jolted up, chucking another kunai before landing on all fours.
She was already above him, a sword directed at him as she roared into the air.
Flash.
He reappeared just behind her, about to slam his arm into her side and knock some air out of her lungs, but she was gone like the wind.
"Unthankful." he heard her complain after a few seconds.
His head twisted upwards as he tried to make out her position.
"After all, wasn't I the inspiration to your petty little jutsu, which, in the end, earned you the title The Yellow Flash?"
He nearly sprang out of surprise.
Kushina's voice was directly next to him.
She leaned a casual arm on his shoulder, eyes semi closed as she whispered seductively, scathing breaths tickling his sensitive ear.
"You are faster than I thought." He countered, his lips twisting up in a smile.
"You think?" Before she got her answer, she was flung viciously towards the opposite wall, air escaping her lungs eagerly as her back ached from the harsh contact.
She could not move; a leg was pressed against hers, her hands held forcefully above her head as a kunai's gleaming edge stood close to her throat.
"But not fast enough." He mocked her, looking her squarely into the face.
She scrunched her nose unpleasantly.
"Show-off."
He smiled warmly.
Observing her chest heave up and down from the constant movement, her moist skin glittering with the last rays of flaming light as her lips lay plump in front of him.
He inched closer, and closer, smelling the fragrant scent of her shampoo.
Yet was met with nothing.
She yanked her hands free, curving her body perfectly out his grip before she stood behind him once more.
"Catch me, if you can." she giggled, winking as he glanced at her in utter shock.
She disappeared into the darkness once more.
Minato smirked.
"With pleasure."
Flash.
"We are humans before we are ninja" Namikaze Minato, Road to Ninja Movie.
A/N: This was fun to write! Please bear with me as I try to to update my other stories; there's so much to do here T.T
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