The Missing Prince

Chapter 51☑️

Hinata Pov:

My initial reaction at getting called crazy by my husband was to withdraw myself by there's more at stake than a hurt pride. If what I think I've discovered is true then he deserves to know what I'm thinking. 

Thinking back to how I reacted is stupid and makes me cringe. If only I could go back and try again.

"Why have you called this meeting Hinata?" Shikamaru asks once everyone has sat down.

I bite my lip considering. Everyone's going to think I'm crazy.

So be it. My inner voice yells. I fist my hands and raise my head higher to address my friends and fellow Nobles.

"I have reason to suspect Point is Boruto." My decree is met with stone silence. I bite my tongue before I do something stupid and clench my fists tighter.

My nails dig into my palms and centres me.

"That is likely." Shikamaru exhales a large gust of smoke and nods in my direction.

I blink suprised at the early admission that I might just be right. I had been prepared for the exact opposite.

"Why do you think that though?" Shikamaru inquires.

"It's just sometimes the things he says...he hints that he knows more than he's saying. And let's not forget his eyes. Their a dead ringer for Boruto and Naruto's eyes. It can't be too much of a coincidence. And well, he frequents the indoor garden many times. Boruto, he liked it there too. And the face shape it's similar to mine at that age. I also get a sort of pull feeling towards him." I cut myself off before I say anymore ridiculous things.

"If he is Boruto why hasn't he said anything?" Naruto asks.

"I don't think he knows who he is." I reply.

"But how?" Ino questions.

"I don't know. I just...it's just something I came up with barely a few hours ago." I answer tensely. I don't think she believes me. That, or she doesn't want to believe.

"But what about when he said 'The master stitched me up with some kids' magic. He's dead. I'm alive. I have his beast and I hate myself.'? He basically said Boruto was dead because of him." She reasons.

"I...I don't know. Maybe he meant it metaphorically, like the old Boruto is dead?" I combat. I really really can't face this.

Sakura's face softens and she puts her hand in my shoulder. "Hinata, it's okay. I know you don't want to accept this but trying to make believe that Point is Boruto won't change anything." I yank my shoulder out of my friends grip.

"How dare you say that! I'm not trying to imply anything. I'm trying to figure out if my son could be the child we've been housing. Trying to figure out if the Heir, if my son is truly alive and your telling me to accept his death like his life meant so little?

"I can't believe you, Sakura. You were there by my side for all of it. From the announcement of his growth, his birth, his first steps. Does that mean so little to you? Does my son's life mean nothing to you, you his aunty! Does that mean nothing?!"

My blood is boiling and I can't help but lash out at my best friend. My son's aunty. My oldest friend. The one who's stayed by my side through all the aches and pains. The one who I've shared all my intimate and personal thoughts with and I that for her.

Why can't she understand? Why won't she?

"Hinata I don't mean it like that. You know how much I loved him to! Please believe me!" She begs. I turn away and rub away a tear that's threatening to spill.