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Warnings:
Semi-AU
MinaNaru
Timetravel
ANBU!Minato
Jounin!Naruto

Summary: It was official. Naruto now knew that God hated him. After all, why so much bad luck? But, Naruto finds that being slingshot to the past is by far the least of his worries... especially when an enamoured teenager by the name of Namikaze Minato is vying for his attentions!
Rather one-sided MinaNaru, shounen-ai, timetravel, AU

Underwater: Drabbles

Confused

By BlueRedemption

Having enough of long stretch of tranquil silence, he turned to his companion, finally gathering the courage to ask the question he had wanted to know an answer to for so long. He clamped his mouth shut just as the question was at the tip of his tongue upon the realization that the shorter teen had finally succumbed to his tiredness. Minato sighed despondently. He had lost the perfect opportunity, and it would be immensely difficult to bring this particular question and subject up again without it being weird... Not that he cared what Naruto thought about him, of course.

But, why? Why was it that Naruto was trying so hard to please Uzumaki? Minato pursed his lips into a thin white line broodingly, raptly studying the slumbering teen alongside to him with careful deliberation as though he would somehow find the answer if he stared hard enough. What was it…? What was it that he saw in her… that he didn't see in him?

Catching himself, his eyes widened at the turn his thoughts had taken. Visibly shaken, he stood up abruptly from his sitting position; heart feeling like it had stopped for a second. He swiftly tore his sharp gaze away from the slumbering form supported against the wall and pinned it against the cold, dark grey concrete floor beneath him. His hands clenched unconsciously as he tried to sort out his confusing thoughts and strange emotions awhirl in him.

What am I thinking? The young prodigy pressed his right palm against his heart, a perplexed frown marring his handsome features. His heartbeat was faster than normal. His thoughts were running rampant in his head and he vainly tried to rein them in, struggling to evaluate each one to analyze it further. Habitually, he began to pace, unable to stay still.

So what if Naruto wanted to please this girl? It's not like it was any of his business. His hand hovered above his chest again, pausing mid-step.

Why did it feel like someone was squeezing his heart almost painfully? He scowled and shook his head to alleviate the thought, dismissing it.

Dropping his hand to his side, the seventeen-year-old tilted his head back, taking in a deep calming breath as he stared distractedly up at the black sky which glittered with an endless river of twinkling stars.

Absently-mindedly, he vaguely recalled a particular book he came across that described the night time sky as the most enchanting view to be had. Yes, although he appreciated the scintillating veil of nightfall, he disagreed with the statement. He much preferred the day. Especially days in which the radiant skies was a vivid, incandescent azure blue… glittering cheekily up at him.

The ANBU captain blinked profusely, startled as his mental image of the perfect blue sky morphed into the familiar oriental-blue shaded gaze which belonged to Naruto alone. He spun on his heel to ogle contemplatively at sleeping jounin that had invaded his thoughts.

He had psychologically linked the spectrum blue of the very skies themselves to the exact same shade of Naruto's eyes. Had he been around the other blonde so much that he could actually make this definite connection? Was he actually able to describe the colour of his eyes in … an almost poetic manner? A feeling of agitation stirred within him – he was acting strange. Even to himself, he sounded stupid. Naruto's eyes are like the colour of the summer skies. Ugh. He sounded so lame. He hid his suddenly hot face within the confines of his cool hands and groaned, mortified just thinking about it despite the fact that it was only him alone that was privy to his thoughts.

Fighting the urge to bang his head against something solid as it would serve no real purpose; he did the next best thing and let out an aggravated sound, profusely ruffling his hair with both hands in frustration at being unable to understand his own thoughts. The rattled, fair-haired teen huffed and walked over to the edge of the building, gripping the metal railings intensely to ground himself.

To see the normally straight-laced captain so torn, confused and frustrated and finally coming undone would've been a sight to others, and he was grateful that there was no one around to witness his mini breakdown.

A shuffle of cloth made him turn precipitously, ever vigilant, hand hovering over to the side where he kept his kunai.

It was just Naruto, shifting in his sleep.

The jounin started to tilt at the side…

Minato hurriedly pushed off from the balustrade and was by the other teen's side within a second, catching him just before the slender shinobi's body leaned too far to the left and hit the ground.

The ANBU prodigy released a breath he didn't even realize he had been holding as he settled himself back into his original spot, sitting on the ground with his back against the wall, the right side of his body supporting the smaller teen.

Minato's sapphire eyes drank in the calm, sleeping face of his companion, insentiently burning the image into his memories. Time seemed to slow down.

He was surprised to realize that he didn't mind if time just stopped now. Why? He didn't know. He just accepted the fact that he wouldn't mind if it did.

The younger blonde shifted closer, shying away from the cold bite of the night time wind and slippinh closer to the nearest source of heat. Slowly, his head found a comfortable position against Minato's shoulder. A slight twist of his head ensured that he was tucked under the side of the young captain's neck. Minato completely froze and held his breath, unsure of what to do. Seconds ticked by, but it felt like minutes. When Naruto didn't even twitch, he started to breath normally again.

A slight, embarrassed blush started to crawl up the ANBU's face at the odd position that he had found himself in. Despite that, he didn't pull away even though the other shinobi's breath was ghosting over his neck, tickling him and sending shivers down his spine that had nothing to do with the cold.

The ex-student of the famed toad sannin stayed still, feeling calm and rather content for the first time in a long time. Perhaps having that mini-break down had calmed his nerves?

"Aw, look at them, like two peas in a pod." Minato's ears pricked up at the familiar voice. Riza.

"Makes my teeth hurt at the sweetness." Takase, his vice-captain.

He scowled lightly at his ANBU team that was gathered at the side of the building, knowing without a doubt that they were watching both himself and Naruto behind the white animal masks rather speculatively. Tendrils of irritation nudged at him. They were interrupting.

But... interrupting what, exactly? He brushed away the thought, deciding to mull over it later. "What are you doing here?" He softly asked his team. He was meticulous in nimbly slipping out from the other teen, refusing to wake the other shinobi up after he had finally succumbed to what seemed to be a fitful rest. He carefully adjusted Naruto so that he was leaning properly against the wall before standing to face his team, his frame hiding Naruto from their view.

"We've got sentry duty today, taichou, if it slipped your mind." His vice-captain reminded him patiently from atop his position at the edge of the building's roof.

Sentry duty?

Shame rose in him as he become conscious of the fact that his duties had practically taken a back seat in his mind whilst he had kept Naruto company. He glanced at the object of his thoughts, turning his head behind him. Gazing down at the prone form of the jounin, the ANBU captain was unable to fathom how time could've flown by so quickly without his awareness. "I'll meet you the gate." He informed them, shedding his cloak and crouching down, gently wrapping it around the sleeping jounin with care, tucking the sides behind the other blonde in order to ward off as much of the cold as was possible.

"Do you think Namikaze-taichou's molesting Naruto under that cloak?"

A vein popped up on his forehead.

AN Minato, who is currently blind to his own feelings, is still trying to understand what the f is happening and why he acts so different around Naruto. I might end up re-writing this scene for the actual fic, though. I feel as though I just couldn't capture his confusion enough...

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