We're Different. | The Other Uchiha ✓ (Boruto)

Where The Lightning Falls

The air shimmered violet under a sky that never turned day.

This was not Earth. Not anywhere real. 

A dimensional space that stretched endlessly in all directions, flat stone ground, and above them, a sky the colour of bruised amethyst, swirling slowly like oil on water.

Y/n stood near the edge of the containment seal, expression unreadable beneath her hood. 

The stone beneath her boots pulsed faintly with chakra signatures buried in the terrain, like the world itself was alive, dreaming.

She waited with Boro, who paced with the grace of a beast too bored to be dangerous, for now.

"We're expecting Uchiha Sasuke," he muttered. "You better be ready to watch how a real fight is handled."

She didn't respond. Her gaze was fixed on the air just beyond the seal.

A pulse.

Then four.

Her body tensed.

"That's not him," she said flatly, shoulders squaring. "It's them."

Before Boro could answer, the space in front of them cracked open. 

A black portal cleaved through the fabric of the dimension, twisting itself outward like an open wound, and from it dropped four figures.

Boruto. Sarada. Mitsuki. Kawaki.

Y/n's breath hitched in her throat for a fraction of a second.

Then silence.

They looked smaller than she remembered.

The portal sizzled closed behind them. Their chakra lit up like signal flares against the pale stone.

Boro laughed, arms crossing. "Well, well. Look what wandered into the lion's den."

Boruto stepped forward, rage already lacing his voice. "Where's my dad?!"

"Right where you left him," Boro answered, gesturing behind him to the massive container pulsing with Hokage's sealed chakra. "Sleeping like a baby."

Boruto raised his hand to strike, but Sarada blocked him with her arm.

"Wait," she murmured, her eyes narrowing. "There's someone else here."

Their gazes shifted to the cloaked figure near the seal.

Y/n hadn't moved. 

Her chakra was coiled like a storm beneath her skin, but she didn't speak.

"...Is that...?" Kawaki's voice cracked into the open space. He didn't say her name, but the way he stared, wide-eyed, disbelieving, said enough. "It's you, isn't it?"

Still, she said nothing.

And then, in a blink, she moved.

Kawaki didn't see the kick coming. 

It slammed into his gut, chakra-charged and merciless. 

He flew backward, skidding across the cracked stone until he slammed into a jagged ridge.

Sarada gasped and activated her Sharingan. "You-!"

Before she could finish, the cloaked figure flickered again, reappearing in front of her. 

One crimson eye met hers, and the pain hit instantly. 

Her hands clutched at her head as she dropped to her knees, gasping as a thin scream tore from her throat.