Naruto Fanfiction Series 1: Kitsune's Mission

Phase 18: His Family

Third Person's Point of View

The air in the guest house was thick with the comforting aroma of freshly brewed tea, a scent that enveloped Kakashi like a warm blanket on a chilly day.

He lingered in the doorway of Gaara's room, ensuring that the son of the Kazekage was settled and content.

The soft sound of the wind rustling through the trees outside, combined with the gentle clinking of porcelain, created a serene atmosphere, offering a brief respite from the chaos of their lives as shinobi.

As Kakashi stepped out, he was unexpectedly caught off guard by the sight of Minato standing just outside the door.

The golden hair of the man caught the light, framing his face with an ethereal glow that seemed almost otherworldly.

Minato radiated a sense of warmth and familiarity that stirred a mix of dread and longing within Kakashi.

Kakashi's heart raced, an unwelcome surge of emotions threatening to overwhelm him.

"What do you want?" he asked, his voice clipped, a shield against the feelings he desperately wanted to suppress.

He shifted his weight, trying to maintain a semblance of indifference, but every fiber of his being was drawn to the man before him.

Minato chuckled softly, a mischievous grin spreading across his lips as he took in Kakashi’s guarded posture.

"If I told you what I need, would you willingly give it to me?" His voice was smooth, laced with playful challenge, and the way he looked at Kakashi—those bright blue eyes glimmering with mischief—sent a shiver down Kakashi's spine.

Kakashi scoffed, attempting to brush off the tension that hung thick in the air.

He turned to walk past Minato, seeking an escape from the magnetic pull of his presence.

But Minato wasn’t about to let him slip away so easily. In one swift motion, he reached out, grabbing Kakashi by the arm and turning him toward him.

The sudden closeness took Kakashi by surprise, their chests brushing against one another as their eyes locked in a charged moment that felt both familiar and foreign.

Kakashi felt his heart race, the rapid beat echoing in his ears as he tried to regain his composure.

Minato’s smile was warm, but the apology that came from his lips felt insincere, as if it were simply a part of the game they played.

“I’m sorry,” he said, but the twinkle in his eye betrayed his true intentions.

Kakashi pushed himself away, creating distance both physically and emotionally.

“What’s your deal?” he demanded, crossing his arms defensively.

“You just show up after all this time, and you think you can just… grab me like that?” His voice was tinged with frustration, but beneath it lay a current of vulnerability that he struggled to conceal.

Minato shrugged, nonchalantly raising an eyebrow.

“Can you blame me? I've missed you. Can you stay for a while?”

The sincerity in his tone was undeniable, and Kakashi could see the longing etched in Minato’s expression.

Kakashi sighed, his resolve wavering. He had always known Minato was resolute in his desire to spend time together, even when the world demanded they be apart.

“Okay,” he relented, feeling the familiar warmth of acceptance washed over him.

The corners of Minato’s lips curled into a genuine smile, one that lit up his entire face.