chapter 40☑️

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A/N: okay, I'm assuming that you'll be happy to know I'm not dead, nor did I disappear off the face of the earth.

I'm so so so sorry for not updating for so long.

I have excuses but I know you wouldn't want that so with another apology, enjoy reading.

Meiko Pov:

Point is restless. He keeps twisting this way and that, and while I would put that down to the sugar he had, it just doesn't feel like it is

I shift to my owl self and nuzzle his small head with the crown of mine.

He sits up and watches me.

Eventually his bottom lip lifts up and he stretches his hand across to pet my feathers.

He's very gentle at first, very cautious. But just as soon he loses his caution and ventures closer to deliver longer and gentler strokes.

Calm. I whisper in my mind.

"Calm." He repeats.

I flutter back in shock. Only Boruto should be able to hear my thoughts. But I guess if Point has obtained Boruto's magic then he should be able to access the mindlink to.

I hop back closer but he skitters away this time. He jumps off the bed and runs out towards the balcony.

Quietly I follow.

I'm sorry. I'm not used to this. I tell him.

"Do you hate me?" He whispers. "For taking your compass bond?" He clarifies.

No. As much as I wish Boruto was here instead, I'm not upset your now linked to me. I tell him truthfully.

"What does being linked mean?" He asks. It's a very smart question. He's a very smart boy.

It entails that I can read your emotions, see what's happening through your mind, booster your abilities, know if your in trouble and protect you mentally. That's the most I've ever heard a mindlink can do.

"And what do you get out of it?" In the moonslight he looks ethereal and much like Hinata and his eyes are beautiful, just like Boruto's.

You protect my sanity, I guess. And you help balance out my emotions. If I get mad I might kill someone accidentally. You, being my compass can neutralise that feeling.

"What if I want to kill someone?" He should not have to ask that question.

You still can, but I would hate for you to have to go through that pain of taking another's life. I would hate for you to have that hurt.

I hop closer and snuggle my head on his cheek.

Your cold. I press my body closer to transfer heat but all I achieve is getting cold myself.

"I'm fine." He brushes my concern away and continues to stare at the stars, his small, button nose only just peering above the balcony rail.

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