Give me the Words
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Naruto › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
11
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1,721
Reviews:
22
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Currently Reading:
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Ghosts
Annieme: Thanks for your comment! ^__^ I don't know if I'll ever write about their first wet dreams, I just do these things as they pop into my head. XD But who knows, maybe if the mood strikes me, I'll do it.
Nikana: Thanks for your review, and I'm having a nice summer already. *grin* I doubt that I'll write from Minato's point of view, I want to concentrate more on Naruto, but it's not entirely impossible that I'll maybe add a chapter or two with Minato as focus. It really depends on which plot bunnies decide to tackle me, so I can't promise anything.
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Summary: There used to be a ghost in the house.
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There used to be a ghost in the house.
It only appeared on the really bad days, when the sky was so dark at noon it seems to be night and Minato hid himself away in his room to drink cup after cup of sake, but once it was there, it refused to go away for hours.
For a long time, Naruto didn't know what to do on these days, so he only watched the ghost as it wandered around the house, trailing its fingertips over the photographs on the walls, straightening the curtains and shaking its long, red hair at the mess of unwashed dishes in the kitchen sink. He was torn between telling it to go away and asking it to stay, because while its smell of withered flowers and rusted metal made his nose tingle unpleasantly, Minato sometimes set his cup down when it came to stand behind him.
The day after Naruto's thirteenth birthday was another of these really bad days, and he knew the reason why. The pale sun was blocked out by black clouds and the drizzling rain, and when his father came home from the office early he wasn't surprised. Still, he couldn't help the tight feeling in his chest as the man mechanically kicked off his boots and shuffled into his room, closing the door behind himself with a quiet clack. He wanted to follow Minato, grab him by the shoulders and just shake him until that dead look in his eyes vanished, but the door was as daunting as the lingering presence of the demon in the teen's soul and he couldn't bring himself to move.
He was lying on the couch and staring at the ceiling when the ghost appeared, and his first reaction was to wrinkle his nose. He watched as it started its usual round, trailing its fingers over the old photographs with a wistful smile, and when it got to the newer ones he stood up and walked over to the wall, getting in its way. There was no dust on these, since he had put them up himself recently, and he didn't want the ghost to spoil them.
He felt like a wretch when it looked at him with horribly sad eyes, but he didn't want to change his mind and it turned around and started for the door, ignoring the unsaid words that kept Naruto away from the wooden barrier. He thought about the shadow standing behind his father, resting its hands on his shoulders and making him smile mournfully, and then he ignored the unsaid words too and opened the door.
Minato looked up in surprise as his son entered the room, but Naruto didn't pay attention to that either, his mouth twisting into a grim frown as he saw that the first bottle of sake was already gone. As expected the ghost was there, red hair swaying in a non-existent breeze, and its gentle smile seemed to mock the teen as he strode forward and fell to his knees besides the startled man, first prying the cup from limp fingers and setting it aside, then throwing his arms around the older blond in a tight embrace.
He didn't know the right words, and even if he had, his throat was too tight to speak, but when Minato slowly raised his arms to return the embrace, he thought that maybe he didn't need any. Naruto closed his eyes and took a deep breath, drowning out the withered flowers and rusted steel with sake, forest and life, and when he opened his eyes again the ghost was staring at him.
He returned the stare with an even gaze, unwilling to back down even as he felt his father trembling against him and the smell of salt in the air getting thicker, and when the man hid his face against his neck he silently told it to go away.
It took a step back and frowned unhappily, but Naruto forbade himself to feel guilty. Its right to claim a piece of Minato had long since expired, it was high time for it to pass that part on to someone who would actually be able to take care of it.
A sob broke the silence of the room, making the teen tighten his embrace and press a kiss into his father's hair even while he glowered at the ghost. It was still there, watching them with a blank expression and blood on its dress, and when it reached out its hand for them he lost his patience and bared his teeth in a silent snarl. It flinched back, hurt crawling over its delicate features, and all Naruto could think was He's mine, go away.
It hesitated, took another step back, and then Naruto turned away to concentrate on the shaking bundle of deep-seated sorrow in his arms.
It-- she didn't come back.
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Nikana: Thanks for your review, and I'm having a nice summer already. *grin* I doubt that I'll write from Minato's point of view, I want to concentrate more on Naruto, but it's not entirely impossible that I'll maybe add a chapter or two with Minato as focus. It really depends on which plot bunnies decide to tackle me, so I can't promise anything.
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Summary: There used to be a ghost in the house.
--
There used to be a ghost in the house.
It only appeared on the really bad days, when the sky was so dark at noon it seems to be night and Minato hid himself away in his room to drink cup after cup of sake, but once it was there, it refused to go away for hours.
For a long time, Naruto didn't know what to do on these days, so he only watched the ghost as it wandered around the house, trailing its fingertips over the photographs on the walls, straightening the curtains and shaking its long, red hair at the mess of unwashed dishes in the kitchen sink. He was torn between telling it to go away and asking it to stay, because while its smell of withered flowers and rusted metal made his nose tingle unpleasantly, Minato sometimes set his cup down when it came to stand behind him.
The day after Naruto's thirteenth birthday was another of these really bad days, and he knew the reason why. The pale sun was blocked out by black clouds and the drizzling rain, and when his father came home from the office early he wasn't surprised. Still, he couldn't help the tight feeling in his chest as the man mechanically kicked off his boots and shuffled into his room, closing the door behind himself with a quiet clack. He wanted to follow Minato, grab him by the shoulders and just shake him until that dead look in his eyes vanished, but the door was as daunting as the lingering presence of the demon in the teen's soul and he couldn't bring himself to move.
He was lying on the couch and staring at the ceiling when the ghost appeared, and his first reaction was to wrinkle his nose. He watched as it started its usual round, trailing its fingers over the old photographs with a wistful smile, and when it got to the newer ones he stood up and walked over to the wall, getting in its way. There was no dust on these, since he had put them up himself recently, and he didn't want the ghost to spoil them.
He felt like a wretch when it looked at him with horribly sad eyes, but he didn't want to change his mind and it turned around and started for the door, ignoring the unsaid words that kept Naruto away from the wooden barrier. He thought about the shadow standing behind his father, resting its hands on his shoulders and making him smile mournfully, and then he ignored the unsaid words too and opened the door.
Minato looked up in surprise as his son entered the room, but Naruto didn't pay attention to that either, his mouth twisting into a grim frown as he saw that the first bottle of sake was already gone. As expected the ghost was there, red hair swaying in a non-existent breeze, and its gentle smile seemed to mock the teen as he strode forward and fell to his knees besides the startled man, first prying the cup from limp fingers and setting it aside, then throwing his arms around the older blond in a tight embrace.
He didn't know the right words, and even if he had, his throat was too tight to speak, but when Minato slowly raised his arms to return the embrace, he thought that maybe he didn't need any. Naruto closed his eyes and took a deep breath, drowning out the withered flowers and rusted steel with sake, forest and life, and when he opened his eyes again the ghost was staring at him.
He returned the stare with an even gaze, unwilling to back down even as he felt his father trembling against him and the smell of salt in the air getting thicker, and when the man hid his face against his neck he silently told it to go away.
It took a step back and frowned unhappily, but Naruto forbade himself to feel guilty. Its right to claim a piece of Minato had long since expired, it was high time for it to pass that part on to someone who would actually be able to take care of it.
A sob broke the silence of the room, making the teen tighten his embrace and press a kiss into his father's hair even while he glowered at the ghost. It was still there, watching them with a blank expression and blood on its dress, and when it reached out its hand for them he lost his patience and bared his teeth in a silent snarl. It flinched back, hurt crawling over its delicate features, and all Naruto could think was He's mine, go away.
It hesitated, took another step back, and then Naruto turned away to concentrate on the shaking bundle of deep-seated sorrow in his arms.
It-- she didn't come back.
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