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“Hokage-sama,” Voice soft, the former Kage himself nodded once to Itachi, and there was just a hint of respect in those eyes. Just barely there. Even now, when they were on opposing sides, Minato held a respect for this man. Even now, when he’s beaten and bloody, sealed up with their best seals, he’s also just as confident.

“To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?” He speaks casually, as if he hadn’t killed Konoha shinobi during the capture of him. As if he hadn’t carelessly spilled blood. As if he currently weren’t dripping said blood onto the floor.

He knew Itachi had likely never thought him capable of doing such things. Then again, Minato never let what he use to do in ANBU get out. Had sealed those records with his own blood, made sure they were to never see the light of day. He’d always felt it, that itch to see what would happen if he simply gave up on this village. And yet he had also willingly died that night, given his life, and –

“You don’t know, do you?” He stared into those Sharingan eyes, unafraid, “I was left for dead that night. The Kyuubi was too stubborn to die and I was shoved into a coffin and just-” He’d spent days there with barely any chakra left inside of him and yet no one had noticed. Or heard his screams or-

“I was alive. And no one looked. Except for one person. They saved me, when this village abandoned me. They gave me a purpose again.” And there was a faraway look in his eyes when he spoke, recalling those first few months with Obito. All the escape attempts, the realization that no one was coming. The denial. Rage, until it just. Broke him to realize no one was coming.

He….

Itachi doesn’t think he’s ever felt more disappointed than he is, now.

In his mind he’s already excused the people who didn’t look for Minato. How were they to know? If he’d willingly sacrificed himself, then by all means he should be dead. 

“You sacrifice yourself yet claim we abandoned you.” Minato could’ve strolled back in. He’d have been readily welcomed back, treated with honor, and respect, and yet… 

“And I suppose your purpose is to threaten the security of my village?” His now, Minato. You gave it to him. To the boy who wasn’t going to let something like sentimentality for a senpai get in the way of his coal of obtaining peace with all nations, and finding some way to end this senseless fighting.

“Since when were you bent on revenge.” Asked before Minato has a chance to answer the last question. Maybe he didn’t know him as well as he thought.

What a shame. Minato’s son would be disgusted.