Characters: Minato, Kushina, & Naruto.
Content: Minato & Kushina meet their son for the second time. Except he isn't quite the infant they left behind.
Location: Hotel Pennsylvania.
Time of day: Late evening.
Warnings: Uber adorable family love? yes plz.
Stepping into the building, Minato had been impressed.
It was large, expansive, and even with the rubble around and the destruction, it was extravagant.
He was used to the inns in Konoha, small and quaint and good for the night, but this was pretty different from that. Not that he would complain. A good place to stay, to keep safe, was good. It was defendable, as Kushina had suggested. And it would be a good place to.. meet their son.
For the second time.
Though he was.. what, sixteen now?
That thought alone made Minato's head spin. He was still having a hard time letting everything about their situation sink in. Where they were, the monsters, the people, but Naruto was the biggest thing to think about. That was the biggest thing that both he, and Kushina, had to deal with. They had gone looking for information, and they had found it. They had found their son, but.. not as they had expected him. He wasn't the newborn infant they left behind, barely hours old. He was a boy now, a young man. And apparently, he knew Rasengan, too. Jiraiya had taught him. Jiraiya was his teacher, too.
But, even so.. things hadn't gone as instructed. Not treated as a hero? Not informed of the seal, of the sacrifices they made? That was troubling.
That could wait though. Until they were together, the three of them. He wasn't sure what he'd do, when that came. He had trained hard to be impartial, even if Kushina nagged him about it, and emotions weren't always his forte. He was a Hokage, calm and collected, but this.. he wasn't sure what he felt. It was a numbness, an excitement, a confusion, just a rush of emotions. He knew Kushina was the same.
She was much less accustomed to hiding her emotion, though. Naruto was more than likely to be jumped and pulled into an instant tearful hug by his mother than anything.
"Come on," he said finally to his wife, seeing that the entrance way was abandoned. He led the way, as he often did, heading for the stairs and going up them. He only led them up two flights before exiting into a long hallway, peering down it. "That boy, Rock.. he said there was lots of room here. He wasn't kidding, was he? Should we settle on a room, and then.. go wait downstairs for him? Or should we.. w-wait first?"
It was so unusual for him to be undecided. He almost didn't know how to deal with it. It conflicted with his natural-born leader personality.
But this was a serious situation.
"I.. It's up to you. Your call."