Author's Note:

This is the edited version of the story 'The Diary'. I think I have improved quite some ever since the last version of the story. I tried to reedit and rewrite it. I do hope it's better than before. Don't worry. I didn't change the plots.

Sorry Chapter 2 and 3 haven't been edited yet! Soon, I will!

Disclaimer:

I do not own Naruto nor do I gain any money by doing this. Naruto and its characters belong to Kishimoto Akira. Please do not sue me because I'm just a fanboy slash dream to be a writer who is currently unemployed.

Warning:

It's Yaoi MinaNaru (Minato x Naruto) and this contains Incest, as in Father – Son love. If this subject turns you off, you had better press the Back button. Alright, you have been warned! I don't want any complaints, reports or flames about this story since I don't think I do you any harms by uploading this story to the net.

The Diary ─ Chapter 1

'Determined'

December 19th, a blond boy woke up in the morning with something wet somewhere in his pants, yet again. He was just sleeping and cuddling comfortably on his blanket, oblivious to his surrounding, when he woke up in the morning, noticing that he just had his very own teenage dream.

"Oh, you've got to be kidding me!" he complained as he noticed the sticky liquid down on his sweet pajamas' pants.

As every teenager would be, Naruto's hormone was identical to a roller coaster. It moved up and down, making him feel moody and also incredibly horny at the same time. Wait, why did that sound like he's a girl with PMS syndrome?

He sat up from his bed, trying so hard to cope up to his ignored reality. Then, he lifted up his hand, putting it on his eyelid in a steadfast movement, to rub his bleary eyes in order to shake away his unrelenting sleepiness that kept creeping out in his head.

It was obvious that Uzumaki Naruto was still very sleepy and tired after his stupid yet very erotic wet dream. Simply said, he decided to just lay down a little bit, returning to his favorite orange colored blanket. Seriously, who used orange as a blanket these days?

He then thought,

'Mmmhh,' he mumbled a little quite incoherently as he moved his body to comfort his position, and continued, 'Five more minutes won't hurt.' he cuddled up his body into a fetal position holding his orange swirled blanket all together with his slightly calloused head.

He probably didn't care if he's late. Kind of. Tardy was his middle name, anyway. Probably. His best friend Haruno Sakura usually called him Naru-tard, so why not add Tardy and make it Naru-tardy? It's cuter that way.

As his sleepiness started to win him over again, the obnoxious teen was trying to remember what kind of pretty damn good dream that made him wet his pants. It's not a scary one, of course, because he didn't weewee on his pants. Instead, he came on his pants rather... much?

Naruto's dream was different. His wet dream was none other than doing kinky stuff with his very own father, Namikaze Minato, the smexy blond haired Fourth Hokage who looked effortlessly hot with his sharp blue eyes and two simple locks adorning his sides. Seriously, how could someone look so hot like that? It's illegal. He should be under arrest for being too sexy or maybe because he stole a lot of desperate girls' heart with his charmingly bright smile.

Minato should so be under arrest. After all, he made Naruto to think a lot of kinky stuff with him starting from fluffy happy moments between them, a simple talk and comfortable cuddling on bed, having intimate sex on a bathtub, rough screaming orgasm in the beach, to hard core S&M where Naruto imagined being chained to the wall by his dad. But, that's clearly beside the point.

As of right now? The blond teen remembered vaguely his wanton dream when he was kissing his father in a shower. His body was all wet and slick, clenching against each other perfectly, almost like a puzzle piece. He also remembered how he kissed his father's neck gently, tasting the sweet scent that Minato's neck offered. It tasted like honeysuckle and lemon if Naruto had to pinpoint it. And, somehow, a little bit tasted like 'Fourth Hokage' he thought, whatever the flavor that was.

His hungry hands were then caressing his father's strong and built shoulders, palpating it deeply and feeling it up with his single touch.

Drowning deeply into his erotic fantasy, Naruto started to have another painful erection in his pants, thanks to his raging hormone.

That was when he heard someone was knocking on his door and calling out his name.

"Naruto! Wake up! You're gonna be late!" a familiar husky voice was coming from the door. It was belong to none other than his father, the handsome Hokage.

But, obviously enough, Naru-tard was still drifting away deeper and deeper to his fantasy La-La land.

Hearing such voice, it made Naruto to wonder,

'Damn! Even his voice is so hot!' he curled into his blanket as his mind was trying to add more details to his perverted fantasy.

He then remembered how his father was calling and moaning out his name with a deep, baritone voice tone, as their body pressed tightly against each other, closing their uncomfortable distance. How their mouths were clamping and coaxing against each other, switching saliva as the steamy tepid water kept pouring down lower and lower from their heads down to their bodies.

Just when Naruto was starting to feel pretty good in his lovely erotic fantasy, another knock was coming from the door.

"Naruto? Have you woken up already?" his father stated gently.

It didn't have any result though. Naruto was still drifting away deeper to his Naru Land. And why did that sound like a very perverted land? Naru or Land alone was just okay but when it's combined to Naru Land. It screamed hentai all the way!

Seeing that there's no result, Minato decided to knock even harder, his hand would possibly bleed by that.

"Wake up, Naruto!" he shouted louder in between his knocking.

Fortunately, the louder knock was worked! It made the blond boy to be so disrupted by it. He moaned a little,

'Mmmhh, Dad, your voice is so...' he still mumbled incoherently and slightly pervertedly, until it all broke down to his mind like a sudden bitch slap on his face,

'Wait! Dad?! Oh no!' Naruto's logic finally took over his mind. He suddenly jerked off out of his blanket and stood up from his bed in panic.

It's too bad. The trip to Naru 'hentai' Land had to be cancelled for today.

'Shit! It's Dad! No! No! He can't know about this mess!' he panicked as he looked at his wet pants and noticed the irregular patchy pattern on it.

Suddenly, another knock was coming from out of the door!

"Naruto? Have you woken already? Can I come in?" Minato asked curiously, his eyes slightly glazed with inquisitiveness.

He then replied,

"N-n-no! Umm… I-I-I mean… Yes! But, err… N-no! Y-y-you can't come in! B-b-b-but I mean, yes! I'm awake already!" he stuttered horribly as he stripped of his pants and his boxer, quickly changing his attire to his orange trousers.

The Fourth Hokage looked confused and asked,

"Which one? Can I come in or what?"

This made the blond boy to reply,

"No, no, no, no! You can't come in! B-b-because… I-I-I-I … I'm naked! I'm stark naked!" he went mental for that.

Good job, Naru-chan. He just gave Minato so many perverted ideas because of that… or not.

Noticing how pretty idiotic his sentence was, he immediately regretted to have spoken such thing.

Good thing, Minato only replied simply, after he chuckled a little,

"Well, okay then. Breakfast is ready and you may want to fasten up a bit. You don't want to be late, right?" Minato reminded kindly to his son.

This statement made the other blond to drop his jaw so suddenly,

'Damn it! I'm totally going to be late now! Stupid dream!' he regretted as he hit his head with his hands. Stupid masochistic Naru-tard.

He quickly changed to his black T-shirt and wore his orange jacket. Then, he ruffled his messy blond hair a little bit in order to make it looked more tidied up. But, the result was just the same like teaching English to a monkey. It's useless. His spiky gravity-defying blond hair just kept going back to its usual place. Seeing that it's useless, he decided to just leave it be.

Just one thing he needed to do before leaving…

'Oh yeah, I haven't written my diary!' he exclaimed in a quite shocked attitude.

Naruto had a new hobby in his life. He liked to write his personal life experience and memorized it permanently into a diary. Writing a diary had been something that Naruto favored to do, just like eating a ramen… or sex. Wait, it's not like he had ever done that before! He just liked sex. Like, really really liked it. How could he like something that he'd never tried though?

He then quickly reached his drawer, digging around a little bit as he moved his clothes and underwear to find his well hidden diary. Naruto's diary was a little orange striped book with a black background in it. He quickly opened up his diary with his book marker, which happened to be orange colored book marker with a ramen symbol on it. And then, he started to write his entry.

December 19, 2011 – Day-

Last night, I had the weirdest dream again. I dreamt about having a hot shower with my Dad. On that dream, we kissed and hugged a lot. Even I woke up wet. Really, these past days, I just kept thinking about him and thinking about how I wanted him so bad. Damn!

I can't take it anymore!

Tonight, I'm gonna do it. Even though, I don't know what will happen to me afterwards. Maybe he'll be disgusted with me or maybe he'll be mad at me, snapped or he'll punch me or at least will verbally abuse me. Maybe he will... I don't know. He's not gonna send me away, is he? I mean, he's all I have. But, if he does send me away, I don't know where to go.

I don't get along well with other people. I'm the Kyuubi, after all. Kyuubi was the demon fox that almost destroyed Konoha village. It took my mother to seal the Kyuubi.

And, that's why nobody wants anything to do with me. I'm nothing like him. He's wanted. Of course, he's wanted, he's the Fourth Hokage. Everyone looks up on him. There are a lot of women and, maybe, some other men that want him. Not to mention myself.

He's the only person I got very close with. He's my father and I really love him so much. I need him, no scratch that, I want him.

Tonight, a genjutsu won't work on him but maybe sleeping powders will…

As Naruto wrote his diary, he heard his dad called out his name.

"Naruto! Come on! You're going to be late!" Minato shouted from downstairs.

He quickly jerked his orange diary and ran out off his room. The smaller blond came down to the dining room, took his bread, and kissed his father's cheek as he said,

"Bye dad, thanks dad" he then ran off through the door, after he opened it first, of course.

Minato chuckled a little bit as he touched his cheek, the one that had been kissed by Naruto. He then got up from his chair and put the dirty dishes on kitchen sink, as he walked up to his room upstairs to change. He's not going to be late to work because he's the Yellow Flash.

As he walked up to his room, he noticed the door of Naruto's room was still left opened. The room was a shipwreck. Lots of dirty clothes splattered all around the floor, Lots of ramen cups, even his bed hadn't been made up.

Seeing how wrecked Naruto room was, he sweat dropped a bit.

'My, my, this room is a definition of a total mess. Maybe Naruto is too busy to clean up his room.' he paused for a moment, then he continued,

'I don't know where he got this messy attitude comes from though. As I recall, Kushina wasn't like this.'

He looked around the room for a while and thought,

'Well, I guess I have time to tidy this room up. My Naruto is still just a boy, anyway. He still can't take care of himself even though he's turning seventeen.'

Minato started to pick up the dirty clothes and put it into a basket. He then picked up lots of empty ramen cups and put it into thrash bin. Moving on, he went to Naruto's bed and took of the blanket along with the bed cover in order to change it with a new one.

As he made up the bed, he couldn't help but noticing a little orange book on top of the nightstand. He noticed that it's a diary and it definitely belonged to his son.

He picked up the book, slightly looking at the cover for a little bit. It somehow made him had this weird thought to read the diary. That's when he decided to open the book and started to read it.

Entry by entry was read quickly with nothing unusual. He then skipped into this month's entry.

December 4, 2011 – Night-

I don't know what's happening to me. Every time I look at his face, it just amazes me. He's so cool with that bold blue eyes staring at me deeply. His blond hair is so perfect, unlike mine. Basically, I'm so amazed with everything of him. His toned body behind his shirt, his deep and husky voice, his wet hair and wet body as he comes out of the bathroom. I also like his smile. It just... I don't know, but it excites me. What's happening to me? What is this feeling? Is this just a simple admiration? Or what?

December 7, 2011 – Night-

I did some research about what kind of feelings that I must have felt. I believe this is just a merely an admiration towards my father. I mean, he's the Fourth Hokage, so it's only logical that everyone, including me, admires him. Some parts don't match up though. I really don't know why my heart is beating so fast whenever I see him. I don't know why I'm trying so hard to not look his face without blushing. Heck, I don't even know why I'm blushing!

December 9, 2011 – Night-

Today was so weird for me. I overheard Ino and Sakura talking about how they admired Sasuke-teme so much. But, judging from what they're saying, such admiration means love. They love Sasuke-teme. And, their examples are so much alike with me and my admiration towards my father! Could it be... that I'm in love with him? Nah, I don't think so. I mean, Ino and Sakura are just a retard anyway to have fallen in love with someone like Sasuke-teme.

December 10, 2011 – Night-

Okay, this is starting to go totally weird. This evening, I was sparring with my father. He's so strong, I couldn't even touch him! And, of course I lost to him million times. I ended up chasing over my father who was swiftly moving from place to place. But, what's weird to me was I liked it. I liked it when I saw his sweats were all over his face. Not to mention his damp clothed shirt was also wet too. And there, I noticed. I had a painful erection in my pants. Just imagining how good it would be seeing him sweaty, my dick just twitched for the sensation.

December 11, 2011 – Night-

2 AM, I woke up really sweaty. I didn't know why I had my dick aroused so bad. This was weird, like pretty weird. I started caressing my erection while I was remembering the dream of which I was having last night. I imagined my dad and me on a hot kiss. This was a really new feeling to me. I didn't know what was I doing but it felt so good.

I used my hand touching and pumping at my erection. Then, my erection started to wet and drop off shiny liquid and I just felt so sensitized! I pumped mine harder and harder, as I fantasized him. I fantasized him with his shirt off as we pressed our lips together. And then, I just felt so good. My body felt so tighten and it was like all of my muscle contracted instantly.

I moaned out loud, well not too loud, because I didn't want to wake my dad up as I spurted out some white liquid from my erection. All the sensations were just so great! I wonder if my dad ever feels such sensation too. You know, just wondering my Dad moaning and spurting his liquid all over his muscular body makes me erect again.

December 14, 2011 – Noon –

Damn it! What am I going to do now? Today, my Dad and I are going to spend time on the onsen together. He has some free time and so. Damn It! It's because of my cursed mouth, yesterday when I pouted as I blamed him to not having enough quality time for me!

How very selfish of me! He's the Fourth Hokage, of course he's busy! But, my cursed mouth just wouldn't stop when I said that he always doesn't have a good time for me!

I remembered how ripped of his face when I said that. As if, I accused him that he's a bad father! As if he's failed to be a good father figure to me!

No! No! He's not a bad father! I'm the one who is bad! I didn't understand him and his responsibility. I just wanted what I've always wanted. I didn't know why but each day, I felt like I needed more and more time with him.

I didn't know why I felt like an attention whore.

December 15, 2011 – Night-

This night, I accidentally entered the bathroom without knocked. I thought I was alone. But, I thought it wrong! The shower was on and the shower glass was covered with hot steam. Vaguely, I could see someone was naked and was wet behind that shower glass. There's no way I couldn't notice whoever behind the glass was, with that tan skin and a very muscular body!

I knew that was Minato and he's not only naked but also wet. I could still see his body that looked so hot even if it was blurred out. It seemed that he didn't notice I was there, so I was caressing my erection slowly as I imagined that I joined that hot shower too. Hopefully, he didn't notice when I did that.

Just as if to respond my moan, the sound of the shower stopped, leaving me panicked as I abruptly pulled up my pants to hide my erection. I hurriedly ran away hoping that he wouldn't notice.

After that, I finished my nasty handjob until I came on my hand. Then, I cleaned it. I put out my perfectly innocent face as I went out of my room and looked at Minato that was only using his towel. He then just smiled at me so perfectly. Damn it. I need a second round.

December 17, 2011 – Night-

Damn It! Damn it! Damn it! What have I done? This is a sexual harassment! Damn it! Today, Minato came home late. It was 11 PM when he came home and I was still awake to wait him come home. As usual, I opened the door, greeted him, as he walked to the dining table. I re-heated the dinner which I had cooked that day as I looked at his very tired face. I felt so bad about him. He couldn't even stay awake to finish his dinner. He's absolutely pretty worn out from today's work and it made him slept on the dining table.

I looked at him and here I thought even in his tired face he looked so amazing. I decided to help walking him to his room after I cleaned the left over which he didn't eat. I couldn't let him to sleep on the table because he'd wake up pretty sore tomorrow. So, I lifted him a bit and he responded. Thank God, I didn't have to carry him over, bridal style. He really walked like some zombie as I carry him to his room.

I carried him with his arm over my shoulder and I noticed how he looked so good even in his semi-wake mode. His scent was also as good as his looks. I blushed. I really really blushed. I didn't notice how close we were actually. We were like almost hugging against each other. Well, partially, anyway.

I then carried him slowly as we walked up the stairs. I opened his room then I put him on his bed. He's still wearing his work clothes though so, I decided to take his clothes off. I gently turned him over to take of his white coat, the coat with the 'Yondaime Hokage' written on its back. I unzipped that green Jonin flak jacket and removed it. When I finished, I looked at his face once and I didn't notice how long I have stared at him. It's just a pure admiration with his face.

Even when he was sleeping, he's still looking so good, so God-like. I noticed how rhythmic his breathing was, lifting my hands up and downs above his chest. Wait? When did my hands start to touch his chest? I didn't know what kind of urge that struck inside me. I started to lean down a bit, to savor his scent a little bit. I didn't notice we're pretty close right then.

I didn't know how sweet smelling his scent was. I really didn't notice that until I started to actually inhale his breathing. Then, it came out just like a lightning blitz. I was being greed, greed enough, that I started to think that his breath which was very mouthwatering, wasn't enough.

I needed to relinquish my needs. My mouth kept on watering and I remembered how I purged my lips as I kept on leaning down and kissed his lips.

Minato's face looked very pale. He didn't know that his own son would have been fantasizing to do things with him. He didn't know that his son liked to watch him sweaty and wet. Naruto even watched him, while he's showering in the bath room!

He didn't know that his son had a terrible crush on him. He shouldn't have read Naruto's diary! And tonight, Naruto was planning to do something to him with sleeping powders!

The Fourth Hokage didn't want his son to ever feel this way. He thought about how passionately the blond boy wrote about everything Minato did, how Minato turned him on like a sex God. Heck! Naruto had even kissed him when he's asleep!

But, Minato never ever thought to touch his son. He banished that kind of thinking from his mind.

Now, he couldn't stop but to feel guilty. He thought that maybe if he had had just a good enough quality time with his son Naruto wouldn't have to admire him from a far. He knew that he should have led his son through his hard time together and not left him alone to figure out what he would want. He blamed himself.

Minato didn't know what he should do now. Should he just confront Naruto? Telling him that his feeling was merely because he's longing to be with his father? Or should he feel disgusted about it? Well, he did feel disgusted. He just wouldn't sexually touch his son! It was an insult to his pride and moral! Or maybe he should just fell into Naruto's scheme tonight?

But, then again what if it would make his son addicted to sex? An incestuous sex? But, would he have the heart to break Naruto even more?

Minato knew that this was wrong.

He shook up his head trying to shake up his thoughts as he deeply regretted to ever read his son's diary. He put down the diary back into the nightstand as he glanced out to the clock and it showed 8:45. Now, he's totally late to work.

He thought that maybe he should put a hold on this dilemmatic problem. He thought maybe he could forget this problem if he buried himself up with a lot of works. But deep down, Minato knew that eventually, the time would come.

'Tonight, whatever happens, happens.' The Fourth Hokage thought in his mind.

─To Be Continued─