Forgotten Love | SasuNaru

~Chapter 27

Naruto POV

I felt hot, I listened to my labored breathing, my body numb. I heard a steady rumbling noise behind me before the sound of hot air exiting something. What is it steam, I wondered, it would explain why I felt so hot but as I heard the rumbling noise more clearly. It sounded a lot more familiar now, I opened my eyes, not realizing I had them closed. Slowly, I lifted myself off the familiar wet floor beneath me, I heard the breathy chuckle behind me before turning towards them with a weak smile. Kurama laid close to me, "it's about time you woke up, Brat" Kurama grumbled as he watched me carefully.

Looking me up and down, I chuckled, my voice hoarse, "I'm fine, I was just feeling a little tired is all" I assured him. Kurama let out an almost audible growl, "Naruto, do you have any idea how long you've been asleep" Kurama asked softly. I rubbed my face as I let out a loud yawn, "I don't know, did I oversleep"I asked timidly. I honestly couldn't even remember when I had fallen asleep. "You've done a lot more than oversleep a little bit" Kurama mocked, startling me, now wondering what he could've meant by that. "That, however, isn't important right now..." Kurama stated, I stared up at him feeling more awake now.

"What's this about" I questioned, Kurama huffed hot air again, getting closer to me. "It's about you and your little escapade with the Uchiha" Kurama muttered. I stayed quiet, letting him continue, "for quite some time since you fell asleep, I've been sensing something....familiar" Kurama explained vaguely. "I don't get it, does this have anything to do with the Otsutsuki" I asked. Kurama leaned back up, "not at all...but this certainly complicates things" Kurama stated, only making me feel more anxious. "Naruto, if you know what's good for you, you won't take my words lightly" Kurama grumbled.

Kurama got closer once more, "the situation is already dire and you aren't in the right mind...so listen closely Brat, don't be alarmed but I believe-" Kurama's next words left me frozen with my heart aching like something was stabbed through it. All I could think about with this throbbing pain in my chest was, what am I supposed to do now.

Haruto POV

I heard what happened to Dad, we were taken to an underground bunker. A place where seals decorated the walls of the entrance. It was dark with few lighting, it was clear no one used it in a long time or at least took the time to maintain it. It felt like we left an underground prison just to be transported to another one. One hiding spot to another, how long will we be put into hiding this time I wondered absentmindedly. I frowned as I stared at the stone walls, they said it was for our safety, what's new.

After hearing the same excuse for such poor living conditions. Surely even Saki can't be patient for long, I mean, we're finally here. Our dream is so close to coming to a reality, I mean, we're here. We're actually here, we never got to visit the Leaf Village but now. After being apart for so long, Dad gets sick and bedridden, while we can't even enjoy our stay here. We left our personal prison just to be put into the next, nothing has changed.

I thought maybe once we got here everything would be different and that I would be able to proudly say that we're family. But are we really even family anymore, to this point, we were nothing more than strangers. Papa was really the only one raising us all at the time, he kept us company when Dad couldn't. Dad use to visit us often in the Sand Village but then Hinata got pregnant with Boruto. We saw him less often, I knew little about Boruto but Dad made sure to send us pictures. Although it was maybe a small gesture to others, it made me feel involved, although we could only watch through photos it was nice.

So I began hanging the pictures up on my wall, it felt nice even though I never got to be there when the pictures were taken. Then Himawari came along and our family seemed to get more distant. But that wasn't the worst, the worst was once he become Hokage when Kakashi stepped down. After becoming Hokage, he didn't visit anymore. Dad became incredibly busy, we never saw him after that. He would keep us updated on his life with pictures and letters, although it was risky to send letters to him.

We did occasionally send letters back to him, although we hadn't talk face to face in years. Those letters and Papa's reassuring company kept us hopeful that one day we would reunite and become an actual family. Although Papa is a pretty hush guy, when we were little, Papa explained how our existence wasn't the same as other children. Maybe Saki understood better than me at the time as I didn't understand why two dads was so different. I only fully understood when Boruto was born but even then I remember the look in Papa's eyes. When he told us that we born on a battlefield, I thought it was cool that I would stare at him with amazement.

The more I stared, the more I realized Papa didn't like that idea at all, he looked ashamed and guilty over the whole situation. As time passed me by, I realized that maybe he didn't tell us everything. So I thought because of the last war, Dad and Papa were probably just paranoid and wanted to keep us safe. Us being their only children, that was until Boruto was born and I realize he treated us differently. When I would look at their photo, they looked like they belonged, it was captured in those photos. That this was Boruto's Dad and no one would even bat an eye if he would shout it to the world.

I felt a hint of jealousy from that fact, that kid didn't know how good he really had it. Now, Dad's sick and hasn't woken up in weeks, this is a nightmare. I felt a bubbly feeling surround me, my eyes getting blurry as it gets more watery from the tears stinging my eyes. "HARUTO" Saki shouted and I felt that bubbly feeling sink away, I stare up at Saki. "Haruto, you idiot, how many times did Papa tell you...you need to keep control of your emotions" Saki lectured. But despite her scolding voice, she still wrapped her arms around me, pulling me into her shoulder.

As I cried more softly now, I could feel her fingers brush through my hair. I felt calm in her arms, I don't know what I'd do without her. She pulled my head back, squishing my face as she forcefully wiped the tears from eyes. Her face was neutral until her lips pulled into a smile. In that moment, I couldn't help but think, yeah she looks just like Papa. In the end, I know I could always count on her for company.