The Scroll and The Questions
"Naruto?" a calm voice called.
"Yes, father?" a small voice replied.
A five-year-old Naruto sat cross-legged on a brown couch with his back towards the kitchen. To the boys right was a small dinning room with a square table and four green chairs. Behind him was a small standard kitchen. Across were another couch and a bookshelf behind that. Naruto had an unrolled scroll in his lap. Minato appeared from the kitchen wearing a pink apron over a standard shinobi uniform holding a plate and a small dishrag. The elder blonde cocked his head at the scroll his son was reading and walked over so that he stood beside him.
"What have I told you about going into my library?" Minato asked.
"Not to, father. I didn't go in your library. I found the scroll in my room," Naruto explained without looking up from the scroll.
"In your room?" Minato placed the small plate and dishrag on the coffee table between the two couches and sat down beside his son. He picked up on end of the scroll and started reading.
"It's from mom," Naruto whispered.
Minato agreed in his head that the scroll was written to Naruto from Kushina. He wondered when Kushina had written it.
"May I?" Minato asked picking up the scroll. Naruto nodded as Minato pulled the scroll in to his lap.
My dearest Naruto,
If you are reading this, it means something has happened to your father or I. There are several things I want you to know; the first is that we loved you very much. The second is to never give up on your dreams. Your father's dream of becoming Hokage came true, yours can too.
When you are older ask the current Hokage for information on your parents, especially me. I don't know how old you will be when you read this, but I assume to young to know many things about me.
If your father is still alive, have him explain why I have moved on to the next world when you are older. I do hope that your father is still alive. A young boy needs his father.
There are several scrolls I have written for you about my past and your fathers, incase anything ever happens to me. They are stored in a small scroll in your father's library. If your father is alive, ask him for them. If not, then current Hokage.
Naruto, I loved you very much and there is not a thing you could do to change that.
Your loving mother,
Minato blinked at the scroll. He continued to read it over and over again. After a few minutes he looked at his son. Naruto gave him a worried look, which he returned with a smile.
"Naruto, how much do you know about your mother," Minato asked handing back the scroll.
"Not very much," Naruto shook his head as he pulled the scroll into his lap.
"I see," Minato pulled his son into his lap so the little blonde was sitting across his knees. Naruto looked up at his father.
He looks so much like Kushina, but acts too much like me.
"Your mother was the most beautiful woman in village. She was a little rambunctious at times, but very loving. She loved you so much," Minato smiled at his son.
"What happened to mom?" Naruto asked.
Minato sighed. He knew Naruto was too young to understand what happened that night. He was also too young to know about the Kyuubi. One day he would explain everything to Naruto but today was not that day.
"I'm sorry, Naruto," Minato shook his head, "You're a little young to understand. Some day I will explain everything."
For Naruto's age, he was surprisingly quiet and mature. He understood that his father thought he was too young so he didn't protest. Naruto just nodded in agreement surprising Minato. Still sitting on his father's lap he pulled the scroll over and rerolled it. They sat there for a long time, until Naruto finally hopped down.
"What's for dinner?" Naruto asked quietly.
"Your favorite," Minato replied standing up. The older blonde grabbed Naruto's hand and walked him into the kitchen.
"Ramen?" Naruto's eyes brightened up as he walked into the kitchen and smelled the ramen cooking. Although Naruto was mature for his age, he was still simple minded.
"Yes, your mom's famous recipe," Minato smiled down at his son.
The next morning, Naruto sat cross-legged with another scroll in his lap, in his father's office. Because he was normally so quiet, no one ever really noticed him or chose not too. Minato sat at his desk doing the paper work quietly , and then suddenly he looked up at his son, and frowned. A young boy his age shouldn't want to sit and read all the time. Minato shook his head, even when he was young he still wanted to go and play with the others his age.
"Naruto? Don't you have any friend to play with out side?" Minato asked.
Naruto looked up from the scroll and shook his head, "No, I don't have any friends."
"What about Kiba? And Shikamaru?" Minato questioned, a little concerned.
"I don't know. They used to play with me and now they don't," Naruto shrugged his shoulders.
"Well, did you do something to upset them?" Minato cocked his head.
"I don't think so," Naruto replied.
"Maybe I'll ask Shikaku or Tsume about what's going on," Minato said to himself.
"Please don't," Naruto said.
"Hmm? Why?" Minato asked.
"I can make new friends, father," Naruto lied.
"I see," Minato nodded, reluctantly accepting that answer and went back to his paper work. Naruto went back to reading the scroll, while Minato would occasionally glance up at his son with a worried look.
Several hours passed by, Naruto would exchange the scroll for a new one every now and then, checking first with his father to make sure he could read those scrolls. Naruto now sat in the same position he has been.
"Father?" Naruto asked.
Minato looked up at his son, "Yes?"
"Why am I named Uzumaki and while you are Namikaze?" Naruto asked.
Minato blinked at his son, he didn't think Naruto would notice yet. He smiled and motioned for his son to come over. The little one did a he was told and trotted over to his father. Minato helped his son on to his lap.
"I didn't think you would notice just yet," Minato admitted, "but your mother thought it was a good idea for you to be named after her and not me."
"But why?" Naruto blinked, confused.
"Because I have a lot of enemies and there aren't a lot of Namikaze's in the world. If you were a Namikaze then, a lot of my enemies would come after you to get to me," Minato explained.
Naruto nodded, "Oh."
"But when you are older and able to defend yourself properly, you can change your name to Namikaze, if you would like," Minato smiled and brushed a few stands of hair out of Naruto's face.
Naruto smiled and nodded again.
Minato brushed a few more stands of hair out of Naruto's face and laughed, "You did get my unmanageable hair though. You need a hair cut."
Naruto's eyes widen and both hands flew up to his hair, making Minato laugh even more. Naruto jumped down from his father's lap and ran to the door. Unlike Minato, Naruto wasn't very tall and being only five, he couldn't reach the door handle. Minato came up behind the little blonde and scooped him up in his arms, both still laughing.
Once Minato had stopped laughing, he looked at Naruto (who was still laughing) with a loving look.
He laughs just like Kushina too.
"Naruto?" Minato asked, pulling Naruto out of his laughing fit.
"Yes?" Naruto replied.
"Would you like me to enroll you in the academy?" Minato asked.
Naruto's eye widened and a large grin spread across his face, "Yes!"
Minato laughed again, "Alright, I will enroll you and you can start this next coming year."
Naruto's grin got even bigger and he threw his hands around his father's neck, "Thank you, tousan!"
"Tousan? You never call me tousan. Usually it's father or Otousan. Why the sudden change?" Minato laughed.
Naruto pulled back and looked at his father with his arms still around his neck. He honestly couldn't think of a reason why, so he just shrugged.
Minato smiled gently at the boy, "You don't have to be so formal with me, ya know?"
Naruto nodded then smiled.