The Fourth Hokage wanted nothing more than to follow up behind Kushina, hug her and let her know everything will be okay. You know, I don't have to be one of the best sensor ninja in history to know that I'm talking to a clone." Her words cascaded from the mid- upper staircase and settled the silent dead air space of their basement. "That you will try your hardest to find a way to make things right. "I can only say that I wil-" A reply frequently given around this time from Minato was aggravatingly finished by Kushina. The female Shinobi's long natural red hair bounced along her backside. Not me." Kushina's words had been clouded by a clogged throat. Konohagakure is the one obsessed with your abilities. Kushina thought Minato's comment was diminishing. "I never said you were dear." Both their crystal blue eye's met at the exact same moment. She crossed her arms in unison to Minato raising his head. I'm not the Hidden Leaf Minato." Kushina said as she stopped rubbing. Knowing he's moving and actually feeling him are two different things. Even the ability to sense if either of them are conscience. His sensor skills could infact keep him aware of both Kushina and Naruto's movements. Only on a much smaller scale comparison Nevertheless allowing the Yellow Flash to review his work and have a slight observation on Kushina while engaged in conversation. The Hokage's large desk candle that had been crafted into the design of a scroll acted similar to that of a lighthouse. Leaning forward from his chair, Minato's upper body hovered only inches above scattered folders of high ranked assignments. Bags hang low from underneath her eyelids, clearly showing that her mask had not been on at the moment. "You don't even know I can feel his kicks now." Kushina added when she felt Naruto's movement graze her palm as she rubbed. Wearing a mask for the public but also a mask to convince herself of happiness. Trying to control her depression instead of anger. Being pregnant and feeling alone forced the young shinobi to create a mask. The usually mild tempered red head wasn't trying to control her anger for once. Being in this position time after time with Lord Fourth is the reason why tears will not be given. "What you're doing right now is exactly why I don't want to have Naruto in Konoha." Pools of water gathered behind Kushina's eye lids as they prepared to hold the tears in place. Wincing slightly while her right hand slowly rubbed the dark emerald fabrics of her night dress, you could tell the crimson haired woman would soon give birth. A pair of pale white feet touched down at the bottom of the stair case. One night is all I ask of you Yet again I find you down here continuously killing yourself." Tiresome had been a(n) ideal word in describing Kushina's voice.
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