The Price of Love
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Naruto › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
23
Views:
1,355
Reviews:
7
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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chapter 7
Sorry about the late update - will try to do two this week. Will contain M/f and abuse next
It was like a scene from “The Curious Case of Benjmin Button”. You know the one where the daughter was reading her mother’s diary, on her dying bed. It was like her last confession before she left this world.
Minato held the old man’s journal, unsure what he was meant to do with it. He was unsure if he was entitled to the thoughts of Jiraiya Goketsu. Yet, this was his wishes was it not? It was written clearly in the letter left to person that was related to the man named Naruto, his former ace student and favorite god son.
So Minato thought. But life’s twists just keep on coming. The man he thought of as a uncle when he was barely six years old, was really his great grandfather, and on these pages was a confession of the nth degree.
But it must be read for the truth to be revealed.
So let us start, shall we? For this was a part of self discovery for a man whom had thought he knew everything about himself.
To my dearest great grandson,
Well, are you surprised about that Minato? Yes, I am your worthless great grandfather that could not even defend his beloved grandson. The one that reminded me so much of my daughter, Kushia. The daughter I could not claim as my own, fearing for her safety.
You see, I had a personal veredetta
It was the year 1974 when I first met her. The woman that had turned me inside out and had me in an almost constant mode of hyperventilation appeared, like an angel before me. She was my saviour in my most direst moment.
I had lost my will to live. I hated myself in so many ways. You see, it was due to my rookie mistake that one of the best officers in Japan laid his own blood.
But fate was against us, and so was destiny.
For Tsunade was a forbidden fruit. A temptation that I should have just left well alone.
She was the young bride of the Hyuga Yakuza family. A woman of the mafia.
It must be in a Hyuga’s genes to force a blonde haired, blue eyed Namikaze, a descendent of Tsunade to be theirs.
Just like how a Uchiha would try to forced a Nara to be his.
Life is …no was funny.
I am glad my time will be up.
Forgive me my boy. I take full responsibility for the death of Naruto. The one man I had sworn to protect at the cost of my life.
Yet…..
I could only be a coward. Not the genius l let people believe I was.
Jirarya
It was like a scene from “The Curious Case of Benjmin Button”. You know the one where the daughter was reading her mother’s diary, on her dying bed. It was like her last confession before she left this world.
Minato held the old man’s journal, unsure what he was meant to do with it. He was unsure if he was entitled to the thoughts of Jiraiya Goketsu. Yet, this was his wishes was it not? It was written clearly in the letter left to person that was related to the man named Naruto, his former ace student and favorite god son.
So Minato thought. But life’s twists just keep on coming. The man he thought of as a uncle when he was barely six years old, was really his great grandfather, and on these pages was a confession of the nth degree.
But it must be read for the truth to be revealed.
So let us start, shall we? For this was a part of self discovery for a man whom had thought he knew everything about himself.
To my dearest great grandson,
Well, are you surprised about that Minato? Yes, I am your worthless great grandfather that could not even defend his beloved grandson. The one that reminded me so much of my daughter, Kushia. The daughter I could not claim as my own, fearing for her safety.
You see, I had a personal veredetta
It was the year 1974 when I first met her. The woman that had turned me inside out and had me in an almost constant mode of hyperventilation appeared, like an angel before me. She was my saviour in my most direst moment.
I had lost my will to live. I hated myself in so many ways. You see, it was due to my rookie mistake that one of the best officers in Japan laid his own blood.
But fate was against us, and so was destiny.
For Tsunade was a forbidden fruit. A temptation that I should have just left well alone.
She was the young bride of the Hyuga Yakuza family. A woman of the mafia.
It must be in a Hyuga’s genes to force a blonde haired, blue eyed Namikaze, a descendent of Tsunade to be theirs.
Just like how a Uchiha would try to forced a Nara to be his.
Life is …no was funny.
I am glad my time will be up.
Forgive me my boy. I take full responsibility for the death of Naruto. The one man I had sworn to protect at the cost of my life.
Yet…..
I could only be a coward. Not the genius l let people believe I was.
Jirarya