Honesty || SasuNaru

chapter three

Brouto sat up strait, his forehead pooling with sweat.

It was another nightmare.

The blond had been having vivid dreams of, his dear friend Sarada, dying.

They all start the same, with that mission they had gone on not that long ago. However, the middle and endings always vary.

Sometimes she bleeds to death from the wound she received, sometimes she even kills herself to stop the pain.

And sometimes, Boruto kills her.

The last one is, by far, Borutos least favorite.

The feeling of her warm blood on his cold hands is hard enough to endure, but, the thought of it purposefully being there is even worse.

When will it end?

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"Boruto! You're up early!"

Said boy only grunted at his mother in return, not sure if it was of disprovel, or acceptance, certain she didn't know either.

She sighed, going back to cleaning what little she could before evening struck. Worried for her son, but unable to help.

Boruto continued on his way outside, the cold mist of wind blowing at his face, but he couldn't be bothered to put his jacket on, let alone change out of his sleep clothes.

He walked out, barefooted, into the gravelly road leading to the hospital, in which, sarada was being held for her wound.

A deep wound that almost periced through her heart.

The last time the young blond had visited, the doctors had told him just how bad the injury had been. It seems the sword went in at an angle, shoving up into her chest.

He said they were lucky she survived at all.

The boys fists closed, his hands trembling as he stopped, fighting back the tears.

No.

He thought,

Shinobi don't cry.

He took another step forward, his walk even more dead than prior to his thoughts.

He reached the hospital, his hands almost unable to push the front doors open.

Today was the first day Sarada was allowed to have visitors.

Before he could just check with the nurses and ask for updates, but now...

Now he has to see her.

His hand stayed limp on the door, his breathing slightly heavier.

The memories of all his dreams and the feeling of blood on his hands rushed back at him, his eyes went wide with horror.

His stomach was churning and his throat went dry.

"Boruto?"

His head shot up, eyes brimming with tears he refused to let fall.

He turned his head slowly to see the questioning person behind him.

His puples went small, his eyes doubled in size.

The man standing before him was no other than, Sasuke Uchiha.

The barrier for his tears bloke as they fell down his cheeks.

He stared into Sasukes dark eyes for what seemed like an eternity. His head started throbbing, It felt as if he was being hit in the head with a baseball bat.

The blond fell to his knees grabbing his face into his cold hands, his body fell into a cold sweat.

The pain was incredible, it shoved its way through his skull and into his eye sockets, for a moment he feared his tears were his own blood.

He screamed, scratching at his eyes, begging for the pain the stop.

"Boruto!" he heard Sasuke yell, het it only sounded like a mumbled scream.

He couldn't hear, he couldnt see, he could only feel, and pain was occupying everything.

He felt something warm wrap around him, he had no clue what it was, and he had no time to think before the pain caught up and caused him to fall unconscious.

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Boruto awoke from his dreamless slumber

The pain gone, almost as if it had never been there at all.

He opened his eyes, the feeling of dried tears fresh on his face.

He stared at the ceiling, unwilling to move for the time being.

"I see you're awake."

The blond jumpped and turned his head to see where the voice came from.

His eyes opend wide,

"Dad?"