chapter 11
Kushina, the woman he got his own face from, and who he got his personality and more... aggressive tendencies from. She was a spitfire with flaming red hair, a beautiful woman who could turn heads and drop jaws. Not only had she charmed his father, but she herself had also been charmed and fell in love with him. The two of them had apparently been a match made in heaven.
They settled down.
They had him.
They died.
"... I wish Perv would have told me more about you, and here I am, telling you two so much about me... really... well... guess we can't have everything we want though. I'm just happy to know you guys were happy to have me." Naruto grinned and smiled as he rocked back and forth, smiling happily and with giddy excitement as he got to talk with his parents for the first time in years. He had a lot to tell them, and he had already been talking to them for a few hours now.
Naruto turned to his father's grave.
"Now now son, you should know we were excited to have you as our son."
Naruto imitated what he thought his father's voice would sound like.
"Damn Dad, you have a point there. Well, but I'm super happy my parents are so awesome. Mom is a total babe, and Dad is super handsome... look, I even still wear Mom's necklace. Jiraiya gave it to me before he passed away!" Naruto showed off the silver cross necklace he wore around his neck, and he opened it up to show that inside of the cross, were red and blond strands of hair that were tied together.
The cross was a locket that had his parents hair in it, tied together to form a second cross inside of the cross. His father had made the necklace for his mother, and given it to her when he confessed his love for her.
The necklace was his most precious treasure in the world.
"I looks good on you."
"Thanks Mom." Naruto responded, after changing his voice and making it more feminine, speaking for his mother. He rubbed the back of his head sheepishly, since he was sure those were the words his mother would have said to him. Yeah, sure, the necklace was girly and didn't fit with the way he looked, being a big guy with a strong body, but it was his only memento of them.
It didn't matter how it actually looked, what mattered was the history and meaning behind it.
"I think you look dorky."
Kushina, the woman he got his own face from, and who he got his personality and more... aggressive tendencies from. She was a spitfire with flaming red hair, a beautiful woman who could turn heads and drop jaws. Not only had she charmed his father, but she herself had also been charmed and fell in love with him. The two of them had apparently been a match made in heaven.
They settled down.
They had him.
They died.
"... I wish Perv would have told me more about you, and here I am, telling you two so much about me... really... well... guess we can't have everything we want though. I'm just happy to know you guys were happy to have me." Naruto grinned and smiled as he rocked back and forth, smiling happily and with giddy excitement as he got to talk with his parents for the first time in years. He had a lot to tell them, and he had already been talking to them for a few hours now.
Naruto turned to his father's grave.
"Now now son, you should know we were excited to have you as our son."
Naruto imitated what he thought his father's voice would sound like.
"Damn Dad, you have a point there. Well, but I'm super happy my parents are so awesome. Mom is a total babe, and Dad is super handsome... look, I even still wear Mom's necklace. Jiraiya gave it to me before he passed away!" Naruto showed off the silver cross necklace he wore around his neck, and he opened it up to show that inside of the cross, were red and blond strands of hair that were tied together.
The cross was a locket that had his parents hair in it, tied together to form a second cross inside of the cross. His father had made the necklace for his mother, and given it to her when he confessed his love for her.
The necklace was his most precious treasure in the world.
"I looks good on you."
"Thanks Mom." Naruto responded, after changing his voice and making it more feminine, speaking for his mother. He rubbed the back of his head sheepishly, since he was sure those were the words his mother would have said to him. Yeah, sure, the necklace was girly and didn't fit with the way he looked, being a big guy with a strong body, but it was his only memento of them.
It didn't matter how it actually looked, what mattered was the history and meaning behind it.
"I think you look dorky."