#simplyonehellofahokage

“Maybe for good luck? Who knows.”

The genie was happily coming home carrying a few groceries. Ever since she had that talk with the yellowed haired ninja who became her caretaker, Gigi wouldn’t help but feel a weight off her shoulders. She was able to share the fact of her magical abilities with one person who she could trust. And on the plus, he was looking out for.

Minato had been nothing but kind to Gigi ever since she landed in this strange new world. She only hope she could repay him somehow...

But for now, doing a bit of shopping was a good start. She only hoped Minato gotten her note in the kitchen to beware of a few bottles in the fridge. Some of those were potions that needed to be chilled for a while...

Kushina wiped the blood from her face and smiled, feeling exhausted. The remnants of the chakra had to be enough to heal the wound of the stomach. Once upon a time she heard that the Uzumaki clan was associated with shinigami and owned rare techniques associated with them. On the basis of one of these techniques, Minato created the awful jutsu that killed him and sealed the Kyuubi in their son.

But not everything was lost. Kushina spent a lot of time to find a scroll that would help her return Minato from the stomach with shinigami. This jutsu demanded a sacrifice, but Kushina was not afraid. She did not die on the night of Naruto's birth and will not perish now. Uzumaks are tenacious and in its reserve there is enough Kyuubi chakra.

Jiraiya spent a lot of time to understand how the Orochimaru’s jutsu of immortality works and in the course of research came across one very interesting scroll. It spoke about the ancient technique of the Uzumaki clan, capable of returning the human soul from the  shinigami’s stomach This technique required a human sacrifice, but for the sake of the village, Sarutobi agreed to donate a couple of prisoners.

Watching Minato’s body begin to show signs of life, Jiraiya could not believe that they had succeeded. Minato will live and Naruto will have a father. Sannin smiled. “Welcome back”

@simplyonehellofahokage // touch-starved 

kakashi’s not hound right now-- he doesn’t have his mask on, he’s not in uniform, he’s off-duty as far as any ninja can be. 

and with minato-sensei, who is off-duty as much as the hokage can be, kakashi is less on guard. there are other anbu on duty, and kushina-sama has taken a guard to the market for something. for the moment, it’s quiet in the namikaze household, kakashi is tired, and minato-sensei is exhausted from paperworking and politicking. kakashi does not envy him; being hokage seems like a lot more trouble than it’s worth, just in the paperwork requirements. and then there all the lives in his hands, constantly. 

“all i did today was make a clone and stand guard. kushina-sama showed me some sealing techniques.” from uzushio. she’s spoiling kakashi, and kakashi can’t quite figure out why, but he’s grateful. sealing techniques from uzushio. “nothing else happened. how do you keep up with her? she’s brilliant, but i thought pregnant people were more... tired?” 

minato-sensei chuckles softly after a moment, reaching out to ruffle kakashi’s hair from across the couch. kakashi’s still so distracted by theories and formulas that he forgets to try to dodge, and minato-sensei’s hand lands on his head. kakashi doesn’t move, but he doesn’t pull away, either, just sighs deeply like he’s aggrieved and lets his eye slide closed. 

“one day, i hope you find someone, kakashi.” 

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“…Among other things,” his fingers tightened around the cup, uncaring if steam still wafted from the rim. He had yet to touch it since that initial sip. The two sat in a teahouse that appeared to be in a permanent time out in a recluse corner of the woods. It was mainly there for travelers, particularly those visiting the various shrines that lined the landscape as part of their spiritual journey. Initially, once he reached some semblance of civilization there had been a moment when he hadn’t even been sure he wanted to remember anything…especially given the looks some people gave him. He didn’t understand…he was afraid…what did he do?

But…remaining in the dark wouldn’t do him any good. Ignorance could be bliss but curiosity was an itch that refused to die. If he was being treated a certain way he wanted to know why.

“…Do you know who I am?”

Sasuke held his cup up to his mouth without drinking from it. He felt figurative ants crawl all over his skin, like a nervous itch or restlessness he needed to suppress. One look and he had recognized the man. But was he really who he thought him to be?

The ceramic didn’t touch Sasuke's lips and slowly started to burn his fingers. He placed it back on the table but didn’t remove his hold until several seconds after. His eyes were glued to his opposite, examining the details of his face, the smoothness of his skin. No cracks. Did that mean edo tensei was out of the question? 

“I do know,” he began, his tongue reluctant to untie itself. “...Every shinobi knows.”

Minato Namikaze, the Yondaime Hokage, had played an essential role in ending the fourth shinobi war. Sasuke had taken him to the battlefield, alongside the Shodai, Nidaime, and Sandaime. Minato also was Naruto’s father.

Meme ☼ Accepting

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Obito skidded to a halt almost face planting himself to the ground in the process. He grinned stuffing the stick of the lollipop he had just finished into his pocket before plopping down next to his silver haired team mate. 

“You’re late, Obito!” Rin scolded him, his grin just windened even more. 

“There was an elderly lady who needed help with her groceries!” He retailated with a huff as he leaned back on his hands tilting his head towards the sun. 

“That was your excuse last time, Bito.” Kushina laughed softly. Obito blinked as the familar weight of her and Minato-sensai’s two year old son was placed in his lap. Obito wrapped his arms around the little boy, leaning back into Kakashi’s shoulder to support himself. Kakashi grunted but did not shove him off which was good. The little boy had grown fond of the blind Uchiha. Obito rubbed the back of his head laughing sheepishly. 

“Sorry, Sorry....It’s hard to keep track of time...” He muttered taking the sandwich that was pressed into his hands.

“Maybe you should get a watch.” Kakashi finally spoke up over Kushina scolding him for reading when everyone was there. 

“I can’t see it, bakashi!” Obito growled shooting his best friend a mock glare. 

“I never said it wasn’t going to be braille.” Kakashi retorted causing Obito to roll his eyes feeding Naruto little pieces of his sandwich as he, himself, munched on his own little bites. He didn’t speak anymore not really up to bickering today. It was much too nice out.