Retrieval: an epilogue.
by vernajast

minato x kakashi

Minato frowns, leaning his head back against the memorial stone. It is the same stone he has stayed beside for twenty-five years, though time means nothing to him, now. The same stone Kakashi visited every day to speak to him, Obito, Rin.

His frown lingers. "They went a bit overboard, don't you think, Kakashi?"

"It was only half as much as I wanted to do when you died, sensei," Kakashi settles in between Minato's knees, his back against his former sensei's chest. "But I had no enemy to fight; just Naruto, and, well..."

Blond hair tickles Kakashi's neck when Minato leans forward to kiss the soft spot behind his ear and wraps his arms around the silver-haired nin, smiling into his cheek. "You know this means they care, right?"

Kakashi's nod is almost imperceptible. It still hurts, leaving them behind.

"And I know you did, too." He presses a kiss to Kakashi's temple, leaning away to look at him. "Because I heard every word."