Sasuke Pov:
It's almost unreal to believe Boruto is that child.
He's grown up.
But I'm not sure it was for the better.
Tough exterior, sarcasm and jokes as a copying method (all Naruto there), stranger to kindness, quick to give insults...
He's like if Naruto had more ambition.
Well, a mix of Naruto and I both.
He doesn't bother with attention like Naruto would, but he does strive for power like I once did and his brashness and cocky attitude is all Naruto's.
Behind his exterior is Hinata cross Neji.
Her gentle beauty and mannerisms are prominent in him, but Neji's intelligence and prodigalness.
Or, the young princes' geniusness could've come from his grandfather Minato, the one and same that died during Naruto's birth, was brought back to life, killed again and was the fourth ruling king of Konoha.
The one that also stands partially transparent next to his wife...and my brother.
I bite my cheek and help Shikamaru up instead of concentrating on him.
My brother...who should be dead. Who should've stayed dead...who killed everyone in our family...who I regret murdering...who is my child's uncle.
Stop this. I'm not a child anymore. Don't get wrapped up in guilt, I scold myself.
I don't want to have time to process his arrival.
I just want to focus on my nephew.
And his apparent 'tatoos'.
I scowl deeply.
"Boruto, what do they say?" I ask.
He squints at me, concentration and irritation melting together.
My jaw clenches and Sakura squeezes my hand.
"It says that Boruto wants food so you should go get him some." He replies with a smirk.
"Liar liar pants on fire." Mama Eiki giggles.
I almost jump at the Cook's silent entrance.
"Yeah Pointy boy! Snitches are bitches and bitches end up in ditches!" Says the same irritating boy.
"You forgot the part where they need to get stitches." Boruto replies with a blank look.
Camo blanches so hard that he stumbles back.
Boruto keeps his stormy gaze focused on him before Meiko jumps up and interrupts.
"Boruto! We should go home and eat cookies!" She smiles with tears in her eyes and stress lines cutting her youthful face.
The tween breaks of his staring match and shrugs, "long as I get food I don't give a fuck." He shrugs, turning to Hinata his widens his eyes, slightly pouts his lower lip and smiles softly, the perfect illusion if innocence, "can my friends come to please?"
"Of course they can." Naruto jumps in. A smile widening his face and making him look slightly stretched out.
"Thanks...dad." Boruto replies matching his dad's smile but with more dignity.
"No problem, son." Naruto slaps his hand on Boruto's shoulder, his flinch isn't noticed by the blonde head but fails to escape Hinata's, King Minato's, Queen Kushina, Shikamaru and Meiko's gaze.
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The Branded Prince
Fanfiction[Sequel to 'The Missing Prince'] He's back. Years of running and hiding from the master and his demons, Prince Boruto Uzumaki is finally back home. But you didn't think it would be that easy did you? Street fights and gutters aren't exactly etiqu...
