"Father wake up." A tentative hand shook at the blond haired man's shoulder. Clutching tighter at his pillow as a crack of thunder resounded through the air. Bleary blue eyes opened to stare into scared blue eyes.
“爸爸、醒醒。”一只有些颤抖的手摇着金发男人的肩膀。那响彻天空的雷声让他在枕头里把自己埋得更紧。男人睁开睡眼惺忪的蓝眼睛,看着对面害怕的蓝眼。
"Naruto? What's wrong?" Minato asked whilst rubbing the sleep from eyes and stifling a yawn. A glance at the bedside clock told him it was two o'clock in the morning. He saw Naruto jump as another roll of thunder deafened the thoughts of both occupants in the room.
“鸣人?怎么了?”从睡梦中被吵醒的水门揉着眼睛,忍着哈欠问。瞥了一眼床头柜上的闹钟:凌晨两点钟。他看到鸣人在又一阵雷声里跳了起来缩成一团,似乎是想呆在他的房间里。
"At fifteen and you're still afraid of storms?" Minato asked whilst shifting so that Naruto could crawl into the bed with him. Loving eyes stared at his father, crawling into the warmth that surrounded him. Needing to feel the love that his father showed to him and promised him since he was young.
“你今年十五岁了,还在害怕风暴吗?”水门问,转过身体,让鸣人可以爬到他床上去。鸣人眼睛盯着他的父亲,拱到水门的身边,被他的温暖所包围。感受到父亲给予的爱,那是从他很小的时候他的父亲便已经承诺过的。
"I'm sorry, do you hate me now?" Naruto asked with a tinge of sadness, knowing that he was only using it as an excuse to feel the body of his beloved next to him. Needing to feel the existence was not just a fluke and a dream. Since he was twelve he had harboured these unnatural feelings for his father and was never able to tell him. He was to afraid of rejection and the hatred he would see shimmering into those eyes that were so much like his.
“对不起,你恨我吗?”鸣人有些悲伤地问,只知道他是以此作为借口并且感受到了,这个人将长久的爱全部给了他。存在着被需要的感觉,这不只是一个侥幸的梦想。自从他十二岁开始,他的父亲就埋藏着埋藏这些不该存在的感觉——永远不能够告诉他。他(水门)害怕着在那双他深爱的漂亮眼睛里看到排斥与仇恨。
"I could never hate you Naruto." Minato said, pulling the younger's body closer to his. Nose resting in blond locks and inhaled the scent of his son, so clean and innocent and eyes that never lied. His own impure thoughts of his son a stain on his existence. Truth be told he loved Naruto more than his late wife, he was playing with fire and he knew it and yet he could not stop. Could not stop the creeping of those thoughts that visited him in his dreams and haunted him through out the day.
“我永远不会恨你,鸣人。”水门说,拉着年轻的身体接近他。鼻端吸入的是金发的味道——他的儿子,这么干净,他天真的眼睛不会撒谎。他对他的儿子存在着一些不应该存在的污秽想法。说实话,他爱鸣人胜过他已故的妻子,他在玩火,他知道这一点,但他停不下来——停不下来,这些想法困扰着他和他的梦境,通过时间的缝隙一天一天地从未停下。
"I love you dad." A sincere voice said, nose buried in his father's neck. Delighted that his breath against his father's neck could cause shivers to race through the older man.