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Minato <3 II
The doctor, who probably thought it was in Minato’s best interest not to lay too many devastating facts on Minato who was so recently just recovering, told him who he was, but left off the fact that he hadn’t been alone in the car. And his family, when he was returned to them, made no attempts to rectify the error, nor did they mention their preemptive declaration of his death.

His lover and his child were buried in the fractured remains of memories. And all the doctors could tell him about his memory was that it ‘might be jogged someday’.

Starting life over with nothing, he went out into the work world looking for something to fill some void that he couldn’t identify. He was quickly learning all over again that his parents and relatives were not very good people, and he wanted to get out of their lives. And he found the perfect way to do that. He joined the police force. And he loved it.

He made everlasting friendships in those adrenaline filled moments where one’s life is never a certainty, and for a while it was enough. He learned a lot from one of his more veteran partners who was kind enough to take him under his wing and teach him everything he knew. And Minato learned quickly. And he was good. He became known around the station as ‘the yellow flash’, because once he was called onto a scene, it never lasted long.

He threw himself so entirely into his job that he quickly climbed up the ranks until he was chief of police. Rank really mattered little to Minato, but he accepted each raise with minor conceit, and a sense of duty. But the further up the pay scale he got, the less ‘dirty work’ he was actually doing. He spent most of his days behind his desk, doing paper work, and he hated it. It was important work, he knew that, but he didn’t feel like he was doing his part for his community.

This lingering feeling that he wasn’t doing all he could mixed the feelings he got every time he saw a young teen in trouble or he saw someone with a baby ( which made his heart hurt), he decided maybe he had a soft spot for kids. But he couldn’t bring himself to date, no woman held enough interest for him, so he knew he wouldn’t have any kids of his own. So he began to work at a local youth center during his time off.

And that’s how he lived his life for the next several years. Constantly involving himself in the community, and throwing himself into his work, helped keep the ache away. He attempted to date, but they never lasted very long.

It wasn’t until one night when two brave boys brought in a porno to watch in the movie room, that things changed. Minato heard the snickers, the hushed whispers, noticed that the door to the movie room was closed and dark, and knew something was going on. He stepped into the room and glanced at the television. Moans, groans, and naked bodies. He snatched up the remote to stop the movie, but he hit the pause button instead, and he found himself staring at a young blond haired, blue eyed actor. And something clicked. Call it father intuition, call it fate, call it luck. Whatever it was, Minato knew he knew this boy.

“Give me the box.” He had ordered, and the blushing boys quickly handed him the dvd case and scampered out of the room.

Naruto Uzumaki.

The brick wall blocking his memories suddenly came crashing down. He remembered his wife-to-be, the mother of his child, and his child. His child. But, he wasn’t about to rush. He went to his parents house, a place he hadn’t stepped into for almost fifteen years (and would never step into again), and demanded to know what they were keeping from him. And that’s when he learned he did have a girlfriend, who was killed, and he had a child who had been given up to an orphanage.

He was furious, and devastated. If they had just held the kid for six months, he could have been a father. If they had just told him he had a child when he came out of his coma, he could have…

But ‘could haves’ weren’t going to change anything.