"Homecoming" (Naruto, Yondaime Hokage [Namikaze Minato] x Uchiha Shisui, #20)
Title: “Homecoming”
Author/Artist: yukari_rin
Pairing: Yondaime Hokage (Namikaze Minato) x Uchiha Shisui
Fandom: Naruto
Theme: #20, the road home
Rating: K+
Word Count: 811
Disclaimer: Naruto and related properties belong to Masashi Kishimoto and related parties.
It was probably the shortest war in the history of the five great nations, but as Minato walked through the dense forest of his homeland, the time he had spent on the front seemed to him an eternity, and he wanted nothing more than to be home, and reacquaint himself with the familiar things he had missed.
For there were a great many changes that occurred due to the war.
He had lost Obito nearly two years before and the loss still grieved him.
He had lost Rin only a few weeks ago, the day before the cessation of fighting was called.
Kakashi and he had been continually stationed apart after the boy had been deemed fit for work after his eye transplant. His new ANBU ranking kept him in more danger than Minato thought was necessary, but he was no longer Hatake's direct superior and could do nothing to stop it.
Konoha itself had changed slightly. After the Fire Country absorbed the former Whirlpool Country, the smaller nation's shinobi followed suit, trading in their Uzugakure issued flack vests and hitae-ate for Konoha's. Tensions were still strong between the two groups, Minato reflected as he watched the platoon he was heading home with remain in formation while being almost completely segregated. The Uzu-nin were a peculiar bunch, but Minato had befriended a family of shinobi from the former village that was generally esteemed by their people. Jiraiya had encouraged Minato to make friends with them so that he could act as an intermediary in any future scuffles.
The great wall surrounding Konoha rose up from the forest canopy and all of the shinobi picked their feet up a little higher and lengthed the strides. Home was in sight, and inside its walls the weariness of war would quickly melt away.
A few hundred feet further and the doors began swinging open to welcome the troop. There were some people waiting along side the medical ninja who were on stand-by for triage. Minato quickly scanned the welcoming party for Shisui's face, but didn't allow his heart to sink to deeply after confirming she wasn't there. He brushed away the medic who wanted to examine him and called out his departure to his captain.
“Oi! Namikaze! First round's on Tsukasa!” Kaigyo, one of the Uzugakure siblings he had befriended called out to him, annoying the medic who was fussing over the many cuts he was sporting.
“He'll take a raincheck, if that's okay with you,” the sweetest voice Minato had ever heard spoke right behind him. Instantly it was as if the invisible weight Minato had been carrying on his shoulders was lifted. He reached back and Shisui held his hand between hers.
Kaigyo whistled and grinned. “I don't blame him.” Minato waved good-bye and turned to Shisui.
She was a sight for sore eyes. She had returned to the village some weeks before, so the grime of battle and traveling was scrubbed away from her alabaster complexion. Her black hair was pulled back in a loose ponytail at the nape of her neck. She had a grocery bag nearly filled with fresh produce looped around one elbow. “Come on, let's get you home.”
He let her lead him through the village's streets at a sedate pace as he took in the sights. A sense of nostalgia came over him as he walked. So much was as he remembered, but here and there there was something new or different. The dango shop had been a general confectionary when he had left. One home had added flower boxes to its windows, letting bright pops of color brighten a shaded alley. Some vendors called out a greeting to him as he passed, while shinobi nodded their heads in comradeship. “It's good to be back,” he murmured.
Shisui chuckled gently. “Just wait until you've had a decent shower and meal. You'll feel even better, I promise.”
“I know something else that will make the end of the war even better,” he suggested while rubbing the back of her left hand with his thumb.
Shisui smiled knowingly and kept her attention in front of her. “Yes, well. After you're cleaned up we'll see what what we can do about that, hm?”
Minato stopped walking and tugged her close to him with his hand in hers. He brought his free hand up to her chin and held her face tilted up to his. “Do I have to wait that long for a simple 'welcome home' kiss?”
“It's yours for the taking whenever you want it,” was her reply.
Ignoring the pedestrians he lowered his mouth to hers for a chaste kiss. He breathed in the scent of her jasmine perfume and lingered a moment before stepping back.
“I'm home,” he told her, squeezing her hand.
“Welcome home,” she offered him, leading him onward once more.
Author/Artist: yukari_rin
Pairing: Yondaime Hokage (Namikaze Minato) x Uchiha Shisui
Fandom: Naruto
Theme: #20, the road home
Rating: K+
Word Count: 811
Disclaimer: Naruto and related properties belong to Masashi Kishimoto and related parties.
It was probably the shortest war in the history of the five great nations, but as Minato walked through the dense forest of his homeland, the time he had spent on the front seemed to him an eternity, and he wanted nothing more than to be home, and reacquaint himself with the familiar things he had missed.
For there were a great many changes that occurred due to the war.
He had lost Obito nearly two years before and the loss still grieved him.
He had lost Rin only a few weeks ago, the day before the cessation of fighting was called.
Kakashi and he had been continually stationed apart after the boy had been deemed fit for work after his eye transplant. His new ANBU ranking kept him in more danger than Minato thought was necessary, but he was no longer Hatake's direct superior and could do nothing to stop it.
Konoha itself had changed slightly. After the Fire Country absorbed the former Whirlpool Country, the smaller nation's shinobi followed suit, trading in their Uzugakure issued flack vests and hitae-ate for Konoha's. Tensions were still strong between the two groups, Minato reflected as he watched the platoon he was heading home with remain in formation while being almost completely segregated. The Uzu-nin were a peculiar bunch, but Minato had befriended a family of shinobi from the former village that was generally esteemed by their people. Jiraiya had encouraged Minato to make friends with them so that he could act as an intermediary in any future scuffles.
The great wall surrounding Konoha rose up from the forest canopy and all of the shinobi picked their feet up a little higher and lengthed the strides. Home was in sight, and inside its walls the weariness of war would quickly melt away.
A few hundred feet further and the doors began swinging open to welcome the troop. There were some people waiting along side the medical ninja who were on stand-by for triage. Minato quickly scanned the welcoming party for Shisui's face, but didn't allow his heart to sink to deeply after confirming she wasn't there. He brushed away the medic who wanted to examine him and called out his departure to his captain.
“Oi! Namikaze! First round's on Tsukasa!” Kaigyo, one of the Uzugakure siblings he had befriended called out to him, annoying the medic who was fussing over the many cuts he was sporting.
“He'll take a raincheck, if that's okay with you,” the sweetest voice Minato had ever heard spoke right behind him. Instantly it was as if the invisible weight Minato had been carrying on his shoulders was lifted. He reached back and Shisui held his hand between hers.
Kaigyo whistled and grinned. “I don't blame him.” Minato waved good-bye and turned to Shisui.
She was a sight for sore eyes. She had returned to the village some weeks before, so the grime of battle and traveling was scrubbed away from her alabaster complexion. Her black hair was pulled back in a loose ponytail at the nape of her neck. She had a grocery bag nearly filled with fresh produce looped around one elbow. “Come on, let's get you home.”
He let her lead him through the village's streets at a sedate pace as he took in the sights. A sense of nostalgia came over him as he walked. So much was as he remembered, but here and there there was something new or different. The dango shop had been a general confectionary when he had left. One home had added flower boxes to its windows, letting bright pops of color brighten a shaded alley. Some vendors called out a greeting to him as he passed, while shinobi nodded their heads in comradeship. “It's good to be back,” he murmured.
Shisui chuckled gently. “Just wait until you've had a decent shower and meal. You'll feel even better, I promise.”
“I know something else that will make the end of the war even better,” he suggested while rubbing the back of her left hand with his thumb.
Shisui smiled knowingly and kept her attention in front of her. “Yes, well. After you're cleaned up we'll see what what we can do about that, hm?”
Minato stopped walking and tugged her close to him with his hand in hers. He brought his free hand up to her chin and held her face tilted up to his. “Do I have to wait that long for a simple 'welcome home' kiss?”
“It's yours for the taking whenever you want it,” was her reply.
Ignoring the pedestrians he lowered his mouth to hers for a chaste kiss. He breathed in the scent of her jasmine perfume and lingered a moment before stepping back.
“I'm home,” he told her, squeezing her hand.
“Welcome home,” she offered him, leading him onward once more.