I should be smacked for this one!
Sooo....
A while ago I mentioned this rabid little plot bunny that wouldn't let me go, right? Well, it attacked me is all I can say and wouldn't let go until I started getting it together enough to write a first chapter for it.
Title: Illusions
Rating: T
Summary: Let's just go with the fact that it's a crossover between Harry Potter and Naruto because I don't have a summary yet, okies? There wasn't anything that she wouldn't do for her child. The world will remember her as the mother who died to protect her child and her child will remember her as the woman who erased herself to give him a life. Oftentimes the greatest deceptions are those hidden in front of you. A Naruto Crossover.
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By now I imagine it's a miracle that there's even a letter remaining to be read after all of the tests you've no doubt subjected it to but I suppose that with your chosen profession it would only be wise to do so. There isn't much need for pleasantries as this isn't meant as a pleasant letter; not when it is in direct regards to my death and the question of where our child shall go.
A small black haired child lay bundled in blankets atop his bed. Weary blue eyes blinked slowly before two hands were brought together in a simple seal, "Kai!" shaking his head when the scene remained unchanged Minato stepped forward carefully to pluck the small sheet of white paper tucked in amongst the blankets.
I don't ask that you remember me as my purpose and main goal at the time was to ensure that I was forgettable. We were both doing as ordered by our respective employers and had the unfortunate dilemma of being forced into a situation we would otherwise have avoided. The product of this single incident resulted in a child that I gave birth to eight and a half months later. Being that I was married (and quite happily so) I held no intentions of locating you to alert you to the simple fact that you were now a father.
Hands slid beneath the child to lift him up into the air with a feel of uncertainty all but singing through the room. Teeth worrying at a reddened bottom lip, blue eyes widened and for a moment the man felt as though the very air around him had been sucked from the room. Watching in rapt amazement as black eyelashes fluttered against rosy cheeks before lifting to reveal verdant green eyes, he was struck with a wave of recognition.
I have come to learn that in times of war that there can be no certainties beyond those that you ensure. And the safety of our child is something that I will not leave to chance. He is being hunted and as it a certainty that I will die before allowing anything to happen to him I find myself facing a conundrum of sorts. I know that they will see to it that he lives with my sister's family out of some misguided belief that the bonds of blood will strengthen the protections I'm ensuring for him now.
Cradling the child against his blood-stained vest as he sat on the bed with a soul-weary sigh escaping his lips, Minato looked down at the green eyes growing heavy again with the need to sleep off the night's tragedy. A half-smile quirked the edges of his lips as he ran a gentle finger across the cheek still soft with baby fat. Shoulders slumping momentarily before firming in resolve, the man reached down with one hand to pluck a kunai from the pouch he had yet to remove. Blue eyes clouded with regret he drew the kunai across the opened palm of the infant in a swift motion waiting for the tell-tale chakra signature to appear in response.
I won't allow for him to be molded into a weapon of their choice. They think I don't see the looks of greed and dreams of glory when they look at him. He will be safer with you as I hold no doubts that you will care for him. It feels like trust should be a strange thing to have when one is speaking of a mercenary and no, I still hold that shinobi are naught more than that. You do as you paid to do. However I know that if for no other reason that you will protect our child for the simple reason that he is yours. He shares your blood and undoubtedly will inherit the abilities that both our people offer. Mine being magic and yours being the speed that is your bloodline.
Watching the blood spill over the chubby palm to land with soft 'splat's on the wooden floor, Minato felt his breath catch in his throat at the first stirrings of a chakra so similar to his own but with enough foreignness to speak of the woman who had been his mother. Absently replacing the kunai into his pouch he moved the child into an awkward position that freed his hands long enough to the make the necessary signs. Hands glowing a soft green as he moved them over the cut palm, he watched the cut heal while making soothing sounds to the crying child whose screams had softened to cries interrupted by hiccups.
I offer no names by which he's been known while in my care as it's safer for him this way. Once they learn that searching for him by the use of my husband's blood is of no use then they will turn to other methods. I may not hold the same level of skill as you but I possess enough common sense to know when something is not a very good idea. Burn this letter once you've finished reading it and break the ties that our child held to my world. Let him know that I loved him but tell him nothing else.
Lily Evans-Potter
Settling the--no, his child into the comfort of his bed, Minato stood and allowed the letter to flutter to the ground before setting it aflame with a low-powered Katon. "Well, what am I supposed to do with you now, chibi?" He asked the quiet night air as he turned to look down at the child curled up into a little ball with one small hand curled into a fist near his face.
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