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paradisalost2008-04-24 08:52 pm
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Who: Namikaze Minato and Uzumaki Kushina
What: Minato gets to meet the girl he procreated with wtf XD
When: Right after her arrival
Where: "Next to the giant door, on the bottom floor." <-- what a description, Kushina, really XD
Ratings: H FOR HEARTBREAKING :(
Minato wasn’t entirely sure how to feel at that particular moment. His stomach was all in knots as he stared at the journal in front of him, unsure of what to make of this exactly moment. Kushina claimed to be the mother of Naruto – she seemed sincere enough, but he knew what good acting could do. Of course, how she would have known to trick him into such a thing was beyond any reason, and so he was forced to rule out the immediate wonder of “Could this be some cruel joke?” that just about anyone in his shoes would be having. His head was pounding as he tried so hard to recall who she was and why he couldn’t remember her, but nothing came – not a thought, a feeling, a memory… He couldn’t even recall the color of her hair or eyes. He was left to assume that this had to be his loss – there was no other explanation for such a lapse in his memories.
Swallowing roughly, he finally decided to make his way to meet her as he had said he would. Pushing his chair roughly away from the desk, he went to the door and paused with his hand on the knob. He could have turned around, said he wasn’t ready or wasn’t convinced, and everything would have been fine. There was no need to make himself uncomfortable in that moment, right? It was awkward enough being around his son let alone the woman who had helped him create him! Shaking his head, he realized just how ridiculous he had to have been behaving, and wondered why he couldn’t shake the fear of what would happen should he see Kushina again.
Women were temperamental, after all.
Finally he seemed to find the strain of courage in him that he needed to open the door and head down the hall towards the stairs. As he walked his way to the first floor, his eyes remained on the ground, his forehead wrinkled and his head filled with thoughts. He was unaware completely of the people coming and going around him, not stopping to say hello to anyone who may have even shown some friendly greeting as he so often would have. No, instead, he was left to wonder – what was Kushina like? Had he loved her? Or were they just a fling? They seemed close and he doubted that Paradisa would have taken the memories of a random encounter with a woman who he just happened to have a child with, but he wasn’t going to jump to conclusions. He wondered what he had convinced himself of to replace the thoughts of Naruto’s mother – had he assumed she just died after Naruto was born? He couldn’t even recall what he’d thought to cover the gaping hole that was now before him. It was hard, confusing… heartbreaking, even. He suddenly was feeling like half a person.
Finally reaching first floor, he made his way towards the giant door she had mentioned, and slowed his pace when he saw it before him. She was there, just a few paces away, and all he had to do was close the feet between them to say hello. Instead, he stopped in his tracks, watching her from a safe distance, and tried to think of what to say to make the awkward tension building inside of him.
“Erm…” A pause. “Hi.”
What: Minato gets to meet the girl he procreated with wtf XD
When: Right after her arrival
Where: "Next to the giant door, on the bottom floor." <-- what a description, Kushina, really XD
Ratings: H FOR HEARTBREAKING :(
Minato wasn’t entirely sure how to feel at that particular moment. His stomach was all in knots as he stared at the journal in front of him, unsure of what to make of this exactly moment. Kushina claimed to be the mother of Naruto – she seemed sincere enough, but he knew what good acting could do. Of course, how she would have known to trick him into such a thing was beyond any reason, and so he was forced to rule out the immediate wonder of “Could this be some cruel joke?” that just about anyone in his shoes would be having. His head was pounding as he tried so hard to recall who she was and why he couldn’t remember her, but nothing came – not a thought, a feeling, a memory… He couldn’t even recall the color of her hair or eyes. He was left to assume that this had to be his loss – there was no other explanation for such a lapse in his memories.
Swallowing roughly, he finally decided to make his way to meet her as he had said he would. Pushing his chair roughly away from the desk, he went to the door and paused with his hand on the knob. He could have turned around, said he wasn’t ready or wasn’t convinced, and everything would have been fine. There was no need to make himself uncomfortable in that moment, right? It was awkward enough being around his son let alone the woman who had helped him create him! Shaking his head, he realized just how ridiculous he had to have been behaving, and wondered why he couldn’t shake the fear of what would happen should he see Kushina again.
Women were temperamental, after all.
Finally he seemed to find the strain of courage in him that he needed to open the door and head down the hall towards the stairs. As he walked his way to the first floor, his eyes remained on the ground, his forehead wrinkled and his head filled with thoughts. He was unaware completely of the people coming and going around him, not stopping to say hello to anyone who may have even shown some friendly greeting as he so often would have. No, instead, he was left to wonder – what was Kushina like? Had he loved her? Or were they just a fling? They seemed close and he doubted that Paradisa would have taken the memories of a random encounter with a woman who he just happened to have a child with, but he wasn’t going to jump to conclusions. He wondered what he had convinced himself of to replace the thoughts of Naruto’s mother – had he assumed she just died after Naruto was born? He couldn’t even recall what he’d thought to cover the gaping hole that was now before him. It was hard, confusing… heartbreaking, even. He suddenly was feeling like half a person.
Finally reaching first floor, he made his way towards the giant door she had mentioned, and slowed his pace when he saw it before him. She was there, just a few paces away, and all he had to do was close the feet between them to say hello. Instead, he stopped in his tracks, watching her from a safe distance, and tried to think of what to say to make the awkward tension building inside of him.
“Erm…” A pause. “Hi.”