she is now a genin. the leaf forehead protector brought proof to the world that no illness of hers would stop her from pursuing her dreams of being a kunoichi. Chunin exams are now fast approaching, yet danger lingers around the shadows — and death is now knocking on the door.
the end of act two. the final stand in act three.
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stop your crying, baby, it'll be alright.
"Sei...?" His voice quivered, barely audible, as his breath hitched. His wide eyes flickered with disbelief, a storm of worry and dread surging through him. Panic tightened in his chest, threatening to suffocate him as he gently pushed Shikadai aside, his steps faltering yet desperate. He moved toward her, his heart aching as she refused to meet his gaze.
Her clothes were marred with faint bloodstains, smudged across the fabric like a haunting reminder of something gone terribly wrong. His stomach twisted.
Her trembling fingers weren't spared either, streaked with fresh crimson that made Boruto's pulse quicken in fear. His throat tightened as he reached out, his hands shaking slightly as he cupped her jaw. He lifted her head gently, coaxing her to look at him.
Her eyes, once so warm and full of life, now brimmed with panic and unspoken fear. The connection they always shared felt distant, replaced by a cold, heavy wall of silence. His heart shattered at the sight. Her secret had unraveled before him, and the realization hit him like a physical blow. This wasn't how it was supposed to happen.
"Why didn't you tell me?" His voice cracked, the raw pain laced in his words cutting through the tense air. His heart clenched as her lips quivered, her gaze dropping in shame. Her chest rose and fell unevenly, a war raging within her as she shakily raised a hand toward him.
But the sight of her stained fingers made her freeze. Her hand faltered, trembling before she let it fall to her side. She swallowed hard, the lump in her throat nearly choking her, forcing herself to look away despite the tears pricking at the corners of her eyes.
"Why didn't you tell us?" he pleaded again, his voice breaking as the sorrow and betrayal seeped into his words. The cracks in his tone were like daggers to her heart, the weight of his emotions nearly unbearable. Without hesitation, he pulled her into his arms, his embrace firm yet trembling.
The blood on her clothes seeped into his shirt, staining it with crimson, but he didn't care. He held her tightly, as if letting go would shatter her completely. His chest heaved, his breath shaky as he buried his face in her hair, the metallic scent of blood mingling with the faint trace of her usual scent.
Her lips quiver as her words felt like a whisper, carried by the wind of despair "There's nothing to tell."
Her trembling form pressed against him, and for a moment, the world around them faded. All that mattered was keeping her close, covering her from whatever pain she carried—even if it was tearing her apart inside.
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we never learn, we've been here before.
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