Reaching For You

Chapter 2

"Oi, Boruto! Wake up." I hear someone say in a bored tone, shaking my shoulder. Slowly opening them, I saw a black hair and dark eyes, in a narrowed tone. Shrugging off said persons hand, and I groaned. My neck was in an awkward position, because I collapsed on a sofa last night. It hurt, but I was too lazy to move it.

"Ugh, Sarada. Go away. Let me sleep, -ttebase."

"Boruto! My dad is making-"

My eyes open with a flash and I jump up, grinning. "His rare, absolutely amazing chocolate chip waffles with a dash of syrup and topped with strawberries, served with your side of whipped cream and if you want, orange juice?"

Sarada raised an eyebrow and pushed her glasses up, smirking. "You sure know a lot..."

Sighing, I walk to the kitchen where the delicious scent of chocolate and waffle batter met my nose, and my best friend followed through. I sit into a chair, and she sits across from me, propping her chin on her hands.

"Sarada, we grew up together. You've stayed over like, a million times. Of course I know to the detail about the rarity waffles. I only get to eat them like... once a year."

"Hn."

Sasuke-sensei raises his head from the counter. I hold back a laugh. The said so terrifying teacher, who was the toughest critic... had a pink apron tied to his waist and a spatula waving in his hands was probably one of the most hilarious things I've ever seen. KISS THE COOK was imprinted on it, and he glares at me.

"Boruto, whats with that face?" Sasuke-sensei sternly asked. I shake my head, trying to hold back my smile and laugh. Peeking over to Sarada, who was biting her lip and smiling, I knew I wasn't the only one thinking he looked funny.

"N-Nothing, sensei! Just... I really love your apron." I holler back, and he turns red, focusing back on the waffles.

"Sakura said it looked cute, okay." He muttered, and that's when the two of us burst out laughing. I fell of my chair and Sarada slammed the table, tears coming out of her eyes. Sasuke-sensei just turned redder, and to make things better, Sakura-san walked in.

"What's with the commotion?" She asks, and Sarada responds.

"Mama, Papa's apron is just the cutest thing!" She manages to say, and my gut feels like its about to burst. Two seventeen year olds, laughing their guts out... it was a rare sight. Sakura-san shakes her head, and from the corner of my eye I see her walk over to my teacher.

"You do look quite cute, Anata." She teases, as Sasuke-sensei slides two waffles onto a plate. Smirking, the pink haired lady continued. "And well, I better do as the apron says, hmm?"

Sarada looks over at me, and I nod, slipping my phone out. She does the same and Sakura-san looks at us, ignoring the blushing black haired man, then winked.

"Maybe later though." We groan, and Himawari walks in, rubbing her eyes, swiping a plate of waffles.

"Thank you, Sasuke-san." She mumbles tiredly and Sasuke-sensei brightens. I think he's just happy that at least one person in this house respects him.

"Himawari, ever the respectable girl!" He condoned and Himawari looked up sleepily as she stuffed the syrup chocolate waffles into her mouth.

"Did you say something, Sasuke-san?" She asked in a monotone voice, and Sasuke-sensei just slumped his shoulders, and resumed his waffle flipping.

Yeah... so much for respect.

He finally finished Saradas waffles and slid my own, and we scarfed them down, and I left a little so I could savor the taste after my wild animal. Chocolate stained my cheek, and Sarada laughed at my messy face. I smiled broadly at our child like behavior, but then it was wiped off my face.

My dad walked, bags under his eyes. I remembered that every year, around this time, his bright blue eyes would be bloodshot. He would say it was because he was drinking, and while I didn't doubt it...

I knew that this time, it wasn't because of intoxication.

Himawari suddenly gripped her fork, closing her eyes tightly. I stared at my half eaten plate, the melting chocolate from my split into two. I suddenly didn't feel hungry, and I pushed my plate away. I noticed my little sister stopped eating too.

It was strange... we never turned down our favorite foods.

I felt nauseous for a moment, my stomach turning. Picking up the plate, I shuffled to the counter and placed it next to the sink. Sasuke-sensei looks at me, and I mumble a thanks before walking off towards the living room, and sat next to Dad. Himawari followed suit, and sat on floor next to us, as the two of us were sitting on the couch.

"Naruto..." I hear Sakura-san call out, but Dad doesn't hear a word. Instead, he just leans back into the couch and stares at the ceiling, his right hand on my shoulder, his left on Himawari's head.

"Today... is your mothers birthday." He softly said, and I hear him swallow. I lean my arms to my legs, and let my fingers rest in each other, my head looking down at the white sheath rug underneath my feet. Himawari was clutching her chest close to her knees, and was fully leaning on Dads legs.

"Dad..." I begin, and turn my face up slightly. The Uchihas walk into the room. They kindly picked up and cleaned the dishes, and were sitting from a couch across from us. Dad peers his blue eyes into my own, and they crinkle.

"Yeah, Boruto?"

Himawari clutched his pant leg and looked at me, to which I nodded. "Dad... please tell us the rest of the story of you and mom."

My dad closes his eyes, and breathes in sharply, before nodding. "Yeah... the first part of the story is already told. We're moving on to when Sasuke, Sakura, me and... Hinata... are twenty-five. We have our own, respectable jobs, and thats when everything begins again."

I look at my sister, who looks at me with a nod. We want to know what happened. We had to know.

"We're ready." We manage to say out loud. Dad gives a smile and nods slowly.

"I was twenty five, and had a job of..."