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[18 Feb 2008|06:12pm] |
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I have a feeling that there's... someone here I'm supposed to find.
...It feels like...
... fire.
[ Please stay tuned for elaborate Minato/Mikoto backstory. ...Oh, how fandom's going to love us, giving our children more and more reasons to embrace their abundant homosexual urges. ]
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| LOG: Entry #2 / "live life to its fullest – how long do you think we all have in this profession?" |
[26 Jan 2008|12:40pm] |
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Kushina? What'd you do with that suntan lotion? I think I left one of our suitcases—
I don't think I have any more cash, either. There wasn't any in my sock drawer. I knew you gambled it all away—
...The anti-bacterial lotion, too – I think the cut's infected—
I forgive you for ordering that expensive mackerel, but I don't think Naruto's going to want those ridiculous shirts (because what if he wears the "I'm With Stupid →" when he's by himself?)—
. . .
Oh. I'm back.
[ Minato re-arrives in a colorful, floral Hawaiian-print shirt, Bermuda shorts, and sandals with a margarita in hand complete with its tiny paper umbrella. ]
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| LOG: Entry #1 / "don't be so brave - you'll endanger your team." |
[04 Jan 2008|08:06pm] |
Day 1. Casualties? 0. Recovered? 1. Status? Confused.
Yesterday, I came across my son. 16 years have passed in the time I've been dead. In those 16 years, he's grown into a young man. We don't have much in common. You're her son. Still - it's unbelievable.
She wouldn't like seeing me like this, torn and so unlike myself.
"Minato, you idiot," she'd say. "Pick your head up."
Don't worry. I will.
The sky isn't real here. It reminds me of a genjutsu that I've seen in the west, where the enemy shinobi would confuse us with dramatically alternating weather. Even though I've been assured by those who are trustworthy (Obito - oh, Obito) that this isn't the work of some twisted bastard's jutsu experimentation, my suspicions are still piqued.
As a Hokage-level shinobi, I've been trained for situations like this. We live in unspeakably manageable times where anything and everything is feasible, no matter the cost or sacrifice. We have to remember that if we want to stay alive.
The irony is bitter-sweet.
Nonetheless, granted I keep my head on my shoulders and refrain from getting into something I can't handle (heh), I should be able to get out of this intact. ...But where does that leave them...?
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