What's The Point?✓

Chapter Eleven

A/N: This is more of a Boruto POV chapter, but it includes a big scene. So read! Also, Sasukes POV will be in this chapter as well. Hope you enjoy! Also, this is the longest chapter I've written for this book; 2100 words! AHHHHHH SO EXCITED FOR THIS!

I stare at the ground, hands clenched, tears still dripping. Dad stopped speaking ten minutes ago, he just broke down. I didn't ask him to continue. It was five, and Hima would be coming in an hour, give or take. And I didn't want her to come in, seeing Dad talking to me. She would be weirded out and when the truth would be told, she wouldn't say a word to Dad for who knows how long? For now, the quiet sobs would make do. Maybe they would end.

My head keeps replaying my memory of my mother. As I thought more and more, details came to me. I could picture that moment. Me, tucked into bed, giggling as I begged for her to sing her song again. I saw her sigh and give a beautiful smile, and she once again sang, her voice so pretty.

"Hana, Tori, Kaze, Tsuki..."

I choked back a scream. Damn it. I locked those memories away, kept them away and now they were flooding my mind. I longed to hug her, say hello to her, tell her she was the best mom in the world. I feel so dead. So dead. I look so uncool, I bet. I looked at my dad. He wasn't making any noise, but tears still dripped from his bloodshot eyes, his shoulders trembling. He looked so weak.

I had to be the bigger man. I had to console my dad. No matter how annoyed I was always at him, no matter how much I resented. No matter how much I wanted to scream and break down inside. Wiping my tears and straightening my now wrinkled shirt, I run a hand through my hair and stand up.

"You look so uncool, Dad." I whispered. Dad looked up, a small, almost invisible smile turning upwards to his face.

"I know. I know." He replied back, softly. I walk to his easy chair, and lean down, wrapping my arms around him. He stands up, and hugs me back, and I feel like I'm five years old. Five years old, showing my dad a picture of him, me and Hima, and him giving me a hug, laughing and smiling, saying he was proud of me.

Right now wasn't a moment like back then, but I felt comforted by his hug. I felt like I was a little kid, safe in my dads arms. I hug him tighter, and I feel wetness on my head, probably tears.

"I'm sorry, Boruto. I'm sorry." Dad mumbled. I don't say anything, I just let him speak.

"I'm sorry for not being there for you, I'm sorry for being gone so much to the point you had to partially raise Hima. I'm sorry for not telling you about your mother and why she was really gone. Damn, I'm sorry. Now I'm sorry to Hinata. If she's here, man, I wanna say how much I still love you, Hime. I love you so much, and I was a real jackass back then. I hurt you so much. God, do you know how much I wish you were here? Not one day goes by when I don't think of you. I wish you were here and give me a huge hug, saying everything is going to be alright. To say welcome back home again. I'm sorry Hime, I'm so, so, so sorry."

I let him sob for a while. I let him break down. I knew Dad needed this, to tell his feelings to someone. Then I break away, looking at him with a smile. He wipes his face, and gives me a warbled smile.

"Your shirts stained."

"Eh, I can change."

I give a toothy grin, and does the same back to me. Holding out my fist, he punches it, and we hold it there, smiling. He knows I'm there for him, and I know he's there for me.