"Funeral Pyre" (Naruto, Yondaime Hokage [Namikaze Minato] x Uchiha Shisui, #04)
Title: "Funeral Pyre"
Author/Artist: yukari_rin
Pairing: Yondaime Hokage (Namikaze Minato) x Uchiha Shisui
Fandom: Naruto
Theme: #04, our distance and that person
Rating: K
Word Count: 465
Notes: For the_lady_lamb. She knows why.
Disclaimer: Naruto and related properties belong to Masashi Kishimoto and related parties.
His mother's voice was gentle, quickly following the two taps upon his bedroom door. "Minato, darling? Shisui's here."
Minato looked up as his mother opened the door and let Shisui in. The young girl didn't look too different in the standard funeral clothing than she did in her normal attire. He had never thought about that before, but it bothered him immensely now that he noticed. Rather than rising and heading out, he turned back to stare out his window.
"We'll be late, if we don't leave soon," she spoke after a few minutes. She was in the same place by his door. That bothered him, too. Because Sanosuke wasn't one to remain still and silent. He had always been so full of life. And now-
"Do you care?" he asked softly.
"I thought you would," she replied easily. He shrugged. "Your mother's been worried about you."
"And how is Sano's mom?"
"Peas and carrots."
He turned to throw her a confused look. "What?"
"Peas and carrots. The two are completely different. Just like your mother and Sanosuke's."
He watched her silently, wishing she'd move, wishing black didn't look so appealing against her smooth white skin. The long hand of his clock jumped forward. "Will we really be late?" he asked.
"Not if we run," she answered.
Minato pushed himself off of his bed and walked over to her, sliding his palm against hers, lacing his fingers through hers. "I miss him."
"That's normal, Minato. He was a comrade."
"It feels wrong without him around. It's always been the three of us and sensei."
"Is that why you refused to see us?" There was no accusation in her voice, but he felt like his heart was being pricked with needles. He nodded slowly. "And if something had happened to him or myself in the meanwhile, what would you have done?"
"I-" he started, but was unable to finish. The mere thought of losing Shisui and Jiraiya so soon after Sano, or even the possibility of losing them at all (which was odd, due to how intimately he knew death worked) grpped him so tightly in fear.
"That's why people must come together when one dies, Minato. There is always a legacy left behind, and it should be celebrated."
Minato lowered his head in shame, resting against her shoulder. Shisui leaned over and kissed his temple, hidden behind a veil of golden hair. "Come on, sensei's downstairs."
They exited his room and somberly walked to the staircase. Shisui paused at the top and examined him.
"I'm okay now. Really," Minato offered.
"Black does not become you."
Uncertain of what to say, Minato just watched her descend ahead of him. 'And what does it mean that it becomes you?' he wondered before shaking his head and following.
Author/Artist: yukari_rin
Pairing: Yondaime Hokage (Namikaze Minato) x Uchiha Shisui
Fandom: Naruto
Theme: #04, our distance and that person
Rating: K
Word Count: 465
Notes: For the_lady_lamb. She knows why.
Disclaimer: Naruto and related properties belong to Masashi Kishimoto and related parties.
His mother's voice was gentle, quickly following the two taps upon his bedroom door. "Minato, darling? Shisui's here."
Minato looked up as his mother opened the door and let Shisui in. The young girl didn't look too different in the standard funeral clothing than she did in her normal attire. He had never thought about that before, but it bothered him immensely now that he noticed. Rather than rising and heading out, he turned back to stare out his window.
"We'll be late, if we don't leave soon," she spoke after a few minutes. She was in the same place by his door. That bothered him, too. Because Sanosuke wasn't one to remain still and silent. He had always been so full of life. And now-
"Do you care?" he asked softly.
"I thought you would," she replied easily. He shrugged. "Your mother's been worried about you."
"And how is Sano's mom?"
"Peas and carrots."
He turned to throw her a confused look. "What?"
"Peas and carrots. The two are completely different. Just like your mother and Sanosuke's."
He watched her silently, wishing she'd move, wishing black didn't look so appealing against her smooth white skin. The long hand of his clock jumped forward. "Will we really be late?" he asked.
"Not if we run," she answered.
Minato pushed himself off of his bed and walked over to her, sliding his palm against hers, lacing his fingers through hers. "I miss him."
"That's normal, Minato. He was a comrade."
"It feels wrong without him around. It's always been the three of us and sensei."
"Is that why you refused to see us?" There was no accusation in her voice, but he felt like his heart was being pricked with needles. He nodded slowly. "And if something had happened to him or myself in the meanwhile, what would you have done?"
"I-" he started, but was unable to finish. The mere thought of losing Shisui and Jiraiya so soon after Sano, or even the possibility of losing them at all (which was odd, due to how intimately he knew death worked) grpped him so tightly in fear.
"That's why people must come together when one dies, Minato. There is always a legacy left behind, and it should be celebrated."
Minato lowered his head in shame, resting against her shoulder. Shisui leaned over and kissed his temple, hidden behind a veil of golden hair. "Come on, sensei's downstairs."
They exited his room and somberly walked to the staircase. Shisui paused at the top and examined him.
"I'm okay now. Really," Minato offered.
"Black does not become you."
Uncertain of what to say, Minato just watched her descend ahead of him. 'And what does it mean that it becomes you?' he wondered before shaking his head and following.