100 Themes fics

 

Title: Abandoned

Pairing: None but has Minato and Kakashi and mentions Sakumo and Kushina

Characters: Minato, Kakashi, mentions Sakumo and Kushina

Rating: PG

Warnings: angst, no-sexual content, WAFF, One-shot, COMPLETE

Disclaimer: If I owned Naruto and/or got paid to do this I wouldn't do anything else



Dedicated to Zhem 1x5



Minato sighed, crossing his arms as he leaned against the door frame. His coffee table was covered in very neat and precise stacks of photos, each sitting on top of the leather bound album it belonged to. "Those weren't yours to destroy, Kakashi."



"They were of me, and I didn't destroy them,"  the young boy said, scowling and attempting to look intimidating, despite the black marks covering his hands and the visible part of his face.



Shaking his head, the blond moved to the table and began very carefully picking the pictures up and returning them to the appropriate album. The gray-blue eyes watched him, though Kakashi didn't move to help, the boy's anger visible in the stiff way he held himself. Neither spoke and the silence dragged on as each picture was carefully put away. 



Minato stared at a photo of the two of them that Kushina had taken nearly six months ago. They'd taken him on a picnic to get him out of the oppressive atmosphere of his family home. Sakumo had slipped further into his depression, refusing to even eat the meals his son fixed for him. For a few brief hours, Kakashi had seemed almost happy again. Tears stung his eyes, and Minato brushed them away before sliding the picture back into its place.



"Sensei..." Kakashi's voice was soft, and, when the jounin looked up, his student's eyes met his for the briefest moment before the 9 year old looked away. "...I would have put them away." His young charge hung his head, looking more depressed than ashamed.



"It's alright, Kashi-kun." He pulled the unresisting boy into his arms and held him as tears streamed down his face.



"I hate him." Kakashi's voice shook, and Minato could feel a damp spot forming on his shoulder.



"I know." He knew it wasn't true, but he understood the pain and anger his student felt. Only now, staring at the marred pictures, did Minato truly understand how much it must hurt for the boy to look in the mirror every morning. "I miss him, too."