The Missing Prince

chapter 29☑️

Boruto Pov:

I can't sleep. Not on the bed. Not on the floor. Not even on the beams that support the roof.

Everytime I do my dreams come with a vengeance. It's not even of the compound. It's of these people.

I scrub my face from the last dream and wince slightly. Normally the pain fades pretty quick but I guess I left it for too long.

Rookie mistake.

I give up on sleep and leave my room. The tackiness is getting to me anyway.

I cover my ears with my hair and put my hood up as an extra precaution.

I stand at the door and focus on the hall. I can hear many servants going to bed or getting up and leaving to start working.

Further along is snoring and pained gasps. Right that would be the pixen my mind clone took out. I don't know who the second set of snoring is from though. Maybe the other girl from the forest.

It doesn't matter and I don't really care.

"No, if we go there we'll kill him and that's way to much paperwork for this time of morning." That's the king. Are they plotting to murder me?

Understandable.

"I think Boruto taught him a lesson on our behalf." That's the Uchiha. Why are they talking about this missing  prince like he's alive?

Ooh, conspiracy theory. The prince isn't dead and the King and Queen are just milking it for pity.

"Now time for the biggest question. Where the hell is he?" The older Nara's voice comes next.

Okay so the prince really is missing but there just exaggerating the story.

"He'll show up." The pretty shifter lady mutters sleepy like.

I want out of here long before this so called prince 'shows up'.

"I think we should go to bed." Hinata suggests through a yawn.

What?! But I wanted to hear more about their murder plot!

"That memory thing took a lot out of us." The shifter lady agrees.

Memory thing. Ohh, I get it now.

Memory crystals are really tiring. Which is bullshit because all you do is go through someone else's head.

The master, no, my ex-master would make me go through them sometimes. It was scary.

Off topic. I try to hear more of the conversation but I guess they really are going to sleep.

Good luck getting any.

I grab out my pendant and run my fingers across the surface. I really have to thank big sis Anari for returning it to me.

Actually maybe not. She and Mama Eremai want to kill me. Big brother Jisume is a wild card.

He probably wishes I was dead instead of Papa.

I brush my hands over my pendant again. The golf surface is smooth and flawless despite the many scrapes I've been through. It's been polished and cleaned. I've never seen it shinier. 

Again big brother and big sister's doing.

I tuck the keepsake in my battered shirt and exit the room.