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Minato paused in his dish washing as he contemplated the question. Once he gathered his thoughts, he handed Naruto another plate to dry. 

“…I was always drawn to your mother. Almost like a moth to a flame…heh, which is a perfect analogy given her hair color. But the exact moment I realized she was it for me? It was when I nearly lost her.” His eyes took on a dimmer sheen. “When I heard she had been kidnapped by Kumo…I felt my heart stop.” He’d glance over at him with a wry smile. “And it didn’t start up again until I saw her again with my own eyes, alive but exhausted. By the time I took down those shinobi and untied her, I felt I could breathe again. That’s when I realized…she was far more important to me than I initially thought. And a life without her…was unimaginable.” 

｛月光｝－－ Playing tenderly with fingers of the other, only a soft giggle was breaking the silence every now and then.

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Thunk.

Thunk.

Thunk thunk thunk.

The sounds of metal hitting wood were swiftly followed by feet hitting the ground rather easily, silent as a cat’s save for a minute rustle of the ground beneath. Midnight hues shifted to the targets he’d set up in this little practice area he often retreated to, the expression on his face neutral as always, though there was a small amount of pride glittering in those eyes when he noted almost all of them hit the bulls-eye, one of them just a millimeter off.

He started to ready for another round, but before he could, his attention was drawn to a familiar brilliant spark of chakra he’d almost attuned himself to sensing, to the point where he didn’t even have to focus to sense it. That familiar spark of chakra that meant Naruto, and it was gradually getting easier to detect--meaning Naruto was headed right for him. It had him sighing lightly and moving to retract the kunai from the splintering targets, quickly hiding them away and moving to leave.

He was at the entrance to the clearing when he felt rather than heard the other landing in the middle of the clearing several feet behind him, and he didn’t even have to turn to know the expression that was likely written clear on the other’s face. That expression of sadness and longing he knew all too well by now, but one he never could bear looking at. Even just the sight of it had his stomach turning in knots, and gave him the impulse to get that look off of his face.

“...I’m not going back,” were the first words out of his mouth, before the dobe could even make a sound. Konoha was no longer a home to him, he knew the consequences of leaving and becoming a rogue ninja, had learned them long before he’d left. Sasuke had no love for the village, the same one that treated him with pity and then all of the girls that fawned over him despite not even knowing him. The only people he’d had any kind of connection with were the people from Team Seven... and even then, really, only one of them.

“Awww, that’s wonderful.” Minato smiled happily as he ruffled his hair. “I’m so happy for you. Though if he doesn’t treat you right, I’ll kick his butt, ya hear? Oh and by the way…I highly suggest you put that drink down.”

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