Author's Note: Alright, I'm taking a shot at something more serious. I don't own the characters and I semi-own the story. To be honest, a great deal of this came from the lives of people I know, so I'm going to do my best not to slaughter it. Hopefully it will turn into something really sweet, but it will take a while. For those of you who have read my work before, you know I'm a plotter...so expect character development. This won't be as complicated as Misery Business, but I have high hopes.
Warnings: This will be a two-part story. The first half features a very young Naruto and a much older Sasuke, and the second part will resume after a time skip, making the ages a bit more appropriate for their actions. Also, expect bad language, uncomfortable situations, and drug use.
Aside from that, please review and tell me what you think. I accept all types of reviews, as long as they're constructive. My aim is to become a better author so if you have advice, I'll happily take it.
Thank you for taking the time to read Dead Weight!
"I want to tell you a story, Naruto." The man leaned in, a warm smile forming over the tanned features of his face. He pulled the small child onto his lap and waited for his son's baby blue eyes to meet his own, curiosity causing the small child's lips to part in question.
"What kind of story, daddy?"
The older man paused, taking in the perplexed expression on his little boy's face and he ruffled the untamed tuff of blonde hair that sat atop his small head. Naruto made a face and grinned.
"What's it about?" He repeated anxiously. There was a pause.
"Well, now that I think about it, you probably won't even believe me if I told you." The older man sighed, a hidden smile causing dimples to form on his face. He peered across the room to a small clock on the wall, noting that it was getting close to bedtime for the ball of energy in his lap.
"Awe, I'll believe you! Tell me, daddy….please?" The smaller blonde pulled at his father's t-shirt, begging with wide eyes and quirked lips. The older man caved in, although that had been the plan from the start.
"Alright, but you have to believe in it."
The small boy nodded brightly and rested his chin against the older man's chest, gazing up with a childlike intensity.
"I promise." He whispered.
"Alright. Here we go." Minato pulled a protective arm around the small form of his son and licked his lips.
"A long time ago, I found a nine-tailed fox. He was adorable, but very mysterious. He would sit outside of my apartment each day, waiting for me to get home…of course, this was when I was living on my own—when I was about 15." Minato paused, giving his son a chance to take in the information.
"Whoa…a nine-tailed fox?" It was more of a statement than a question, and Minato felt it as a puff of warm air against his chest. He continued his story.
"Anyhow, as soon as I saw that fox, everything in my life changed. I met your mother, I had you…and I found a good paying job. He was a good luck fox."
Naruto shifted positions, his eyes still wide and intense.
"Did you keep him?"
"No, Naruto. He was a wild fox—a free fox. You have to let animals be free."
The small child nodded eagerly before lifted his head from his father's torso and he tilted his head. "Then what happened to Mr. Good Luck Fox?"
"Well, you see, nine-tailed foxes only come when you need them. I was lonely, and he gave me you. I didn't need him anymore so he went away."
"Oh." Naruto looked a little disappointed. He looked up briefly.
"Well, I'll never meet him then. With you, I'm never lonely." He fell back against his father's frame, his eyes beginning to feel the weight of exhaustion. Minato chuckled lightly.
"Well, there's a reason I'm telling you this story, Naruto. I think that you may meet him very soon."
Naruto's head snapped up, his eyes big and glossy. "You're not leaving again, are you?" His small hands clutched the fabric of his father's denim jeans, and his lips parted for breath.
"No, no. But I got a new job…and it means I will be away more. You will have to be strong and not be lonely while I am away."
Naruto grinned. "I'm already six years old!"
Minato smiled, but his insides turned. He ran a hand through his son's hair and kissed his forehead, motioning towards the one bed that they both shared. He pulled the bedding back and allowed his little boy to shuffle under them, yawning and stretching in the process.
"Get some good sleep, Naruto. We're moving tomorrow."
He crawled under the covers with his little boy and enveloped him gently, content when his son smiled, nodded, and fell silent and calm against his chest.
A good luck fox.
He only wished that something like that existed.
A/N--> Phew. Prologue out.
I will update once a week until I get a larger head start and then I'll probably upgrade to two. Most likely every Sunday, along with Miz Biz.
My regular chapters will be about 6-10 pages so don't worry about length. You know me. Heh, heh.
I hope you enjoyed it.
Until the next.