There was one thing that was good about being in Death's stomach all these long years. One great thing. One thing that Minato would not have traded for all the world if he had been given half the chance.
He loved. He lusted. He could only dream of a world absent of squirrels.
Crying out as a blue ball formed in his left palm, "Rasengan!"
"What the...what are you trying to do to me! You can't kill! You can't! You can't! YOU CAN'T!"
The damned squirrel had the audacity to yell at him, paws on hips and tell him what to do?! He was the Yondaime! He was feared in ALL countries! For the sake of the blue sky he was one of the most dangerous nin that an enemy had ever faced!
Here he was trying to kill a squirrel that just wouldn't die.
What was he doing wrong? The desk was in bits and pieces all around them. The squirrel then began screaming about how much food was gone and now there was a little weird creature. Huffing Minato looked up at the arched ceiling. "Shut up!" Blinking as both did so he showed his teeth to them, "Go away." Again he blinked as they did so. Then as the desk seemed to no longer be in need of any repair, even the cookies and fish were back in it.
"This is maddening." Minato muttered as he slumped on top of the desk. Jumping up when something poked him in the ass. He looked down, seeing a key, then looked up to see the gates open. Smirking he sat back down to watch the show. Tossing the key from hand to hand. Looking down at the key he raised a brow, "Odd name."
By the time those bright blues looked back up there was Maybelle. Minato's jaw dropped, the key fell to the floor. Finally regaining composure as the key clattered on the tile, he cleared his throat, looking away. On second thought he jumped up to pick up the key. "Uh...you're at some mansion run by some nut cases and we can't go back." He rubbed the back of his head, giving her a wide grin. That was a lot of woman right there in front of him.