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yondammnn replied to your post:someone make me hokage

"You can take my office for a day."

"Done."

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yondammnn :

Giving the boy a bright grin, Minato crooked a finger. "How about you run a few laps for me, Kakashi-kun? My gift to you." Maybe next time, he’d consider being more polite to those who were wishing him well.

Kakashi scowled, but didn't turn to look at Minato. Still, he could tell that Minato was smiling. Minato was often smiling. Minato, he decided, smiled far too much for his own good. 

"How about you shut up?" he retorted, feeling brattier by the second. What a joy. 

[liightningcutterd]

"Happy birthday, Kakashi-kun."

At first, he said nothing, choosing to remain silent as he jumped from tree-branch to tree-branch. Then, as though feeling Minato’s gaze burning into his back (which he was sure it was. Gosh, Minato.), he said, “Yeah. Whatever.”

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Gaara stared out of the cabin window at the sprawling city of Norfolk and privately wished that he was still in New York City, amongst the throngs of people and the noise of a city that never truly slept.

Anything was better than silence; in the silence, he could imagine his mother's laughter and his father's gruff voice. His sister's coarse words, his brother's muttering.

They were dead now, though. The funeral had been three days ago, four caskets all lined up in a somber row. Sometimes, Gaara wished he could have joined them, but he'd survived the car wreck with a broken ankle, a number of bruises and scratches, and a heart that had yet to overcome the numbness of his loss.

He had not cried during the funeral. He had not cried at the hospital, when a surgeon came to his room and delivered the news. Gaara felt...empty, as though all of his grief had cemented around his heart, keeping him from feeling anything at all.

He had wanted to stay in NYC.

Instead, he was on a plane and headed to live with his closest relative, an uncle who he'd seen only once, and it had been nearly eleven years ago. Gaara had been two at the time, and could vaguely recall that the man had been cheerful and kind, but that was about it.

He didn't want to be here -- he didn't want to move halfway across the country to live with someone he hardly knew. What if they couldn't get along?

What if his uncle tried to talk about things, or pried? 

Gaara had no desire to talk about what he'd lost. He didn't want pity, he didn't want a new family, he wanted--

Well, but that didn't really matter anymore, did it? The plane touched down on the runway with a bump and a shudder, slowed down, and began to taxi over toward the airport hub.

He wasn't even going to be living here in the city. Apparently his uncle lived two hours away, in North Carolina, running a bed-and-breakfast in Cape Hatteras. More quiet solitude, more time to think. Gaara didn't want any of that!

Still, he accepted the crutches a flight attendant brought to him, wrested his bag down after declining further assistance, and made his way out of the plane and down to baggage claims, where his uncle would presumably be waiting for him.

Great.

[yondammnn]

"We had a blowout."  It will occur to him, much later, that Gaara will probably assume that Minato meant tire. Oops.  For now, though, he reaches into the diaper bag, pulls out a pacifier, and pops that into Naruto’s mouth. Immediately, the boy quiets, watery blue eyes fastened on Gaara’s face. Minato gives them both a thumbs-up.

Naruto says, “ghee,” while drool bubbles at the side of his lips.  "Don’t hold him like a bomb, Gaara-kun. He’s already exploded, so you should be safe." Now, if he could just find the file from last Tuesday…

[desertgourd]

  A blowout - what? - the incessant whining distracts Gaara far too much to make sense of anything until the toddler latches onto his pacifier and quiets down, but even then he's gained little confidence. On Mr. Namikaze's urging, he pulls Naruto closer to his chest, then returns to his previous lock-armed position, then hovers somewhere in between. The string of drool threatens to spill over his wobbly chin, and he smells like powder and strained peas. How did one hold a baby?

  But his counselor shuffles through his desk with not a glance spared for the other two guests in his office. Gaara blanched.

-- "What do I do with it - him?"

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yondammnn replied to your post:[[ Wh— Tumblr what the fuck is your problem. ...

[earlier it was telling me my blog didn’t exist…]

[[ It did that to a blog I was checking through my activity. Someone reblogged a post and when I clicked on the notif, it erased the URL from the address, so it was tumblr.com/post/(numbers) and it told me it didn't exist. 

Ugh i just want to check my own blog is that so difficult to ask.]]