The Missing Prince

Chapter 48☑️

Hinata Pov:

Oh dear gods. What was I thinking? What went through my mind when I thought to used a banned and dangerous jutsu on a person?

I'd been thinking, for Point.

I'd been thinking, for my son.

Whatt he hell is wrong with me?

My hands are shaking, my voice has all but left me and my body is freezing. I have no tears to give though. No more power to give to my scarring. I will not succumb to the basic and pathetic nature of self harm. I'm bigger than that. Stronger than that.

But all I can think about is how he looked at me.

"Sorry Mumma. I'll be back."

Mumma, he called me his mother. Not under the influence of child affections. Not under he pressures of us. Just because he genuinely believed it. 

I'm his mother now and j can't do anything to help him.

I'm a terrible mother.

Just like how I couldn't go out and save Boruto. Why does Naruto even love me? How does Himawari still love me?

They have so, so so so much hope in me but I'm just a piece of glass waiting to be shattered.

"Sorry Mumma. I'll be back."

He hadn't sounded like he believed he would. He tried with so much conviction yet, I'm scared for Point. My little Point. He better come back soon. 

I head towards my private kitchen and tie my hair back. I'm stress baking. I'll give this to Point. The gods know he needs the food. Straight after though, I'm placing a tracking spell over him.

I will not lose this precious boy. I don't care how he reacts. If I'm his mum I'm going to act accordingly.

Yeah, great start Hinata...baking cookies. I look down at the bowl in my hands and picture Boruto. The image starts to merge with mini Point.

Barely fourteen hours ago we were in here baking cinnamon rolls. Currently there on the stove awaiting decoration. Point wanted to join in.

My boys.

A singular tear drips into the mixture. I let.the bowl sit there before giving up and dumping all the contents in the bin.

I should feel guilty. I should've given it to the needy. But it's too late.

I push myself until I'm in the indoor forest, there I kick my heels off and let my hair run free.

I'm an elf. We love the outdoors. It's too cramped inside all day. Even if this technically counts as inside I'll take what I can get. 

I walk into the middle of the forest where I'm surrounded but he largest of trees and the thickest of flowers before flopping down onto my back.

The light breeze in here tickles my cheeks and the warmth from the sun dusts my skin.

Around me the scents and sounds of the forest lull me to calm. I remain spread eagle on the forest floor. Boruto liked it here.

I'm well aware that Point often leaves his room and comes here.

Hmm, they're very similar. I think to myself.

Both sneaky, same eyes, the grin, the pranks. I mean, is it possible that Point is actually Boruto?

Boruto was two when he was stolen. Point has hinted on many occasions that he doesn't remember anything from that time period.

No family, no real name unless he's keeping it from us.

No trust whatsoever.

Could it be?

There are tons and tons of spells out there to hide your appearance.

Is Point my son?

The odds are a million to one but deep down, I feel as if I've known the while time.

Point is Boruto. Boruto is Point.

I spring up and jog swiftly down the halls. I need to tell Naruto and I need to confirm with Shikamaru. He'll clear stuff up and help me work out if my hunch is correct.

"I'm worried about her. She nearly killed him and didn't even care. What can I do, Shikamaru. I need to stop this darkness from spreading." Naruto's deep voice echos and I stop in my tracks.

"Give her a break, Naruto. She's a grieving mother and she cares deeply for Point. I think your going about this the wrong way. And besides, don't act like you've never wanted to kill someone when you've known they came in contact with Boruto." Shikamaru answers.

I tune out the rest of the conversation that I know I really shouldn't be listening to. But, I want to listen to it.

No, no eavesdropping. You know what they say about eaves droppers. You'll find out tings you don't want to know.

Example A, my husband talking about my health and wellbeing.

Example B, finding out he's talking about it to his friends, who just so happens to be the kingdoms advisors.

Great. Now I'm mad.

You don't get to listen to my news now Naruto. I hope you remember my favourite flowers because I need an apology stat.

A/N: so sorry for the terribly short chapter but YAY! Hinata's figured it out! Woohoo!