Is it just me or does anyone else literally want to cry when a really good story that you're reading hasn't been updated for a while and you know that the author had forgotten about? Anyways here's chapter four of me spilling random ideas onto digital paper.
Chapter Four
They'd dropped off Mr. Takebayashi back a his home village and after saying goodbye, started to make their way back home. They could travel faster now through the trees. They couldn't do that before or else they would have left the poor old man in the dust. Konohamaru was giving Boruto a piggyback ride because he still couldn't walk due to his previous injuries.
" So Boruto, be honest, did something happen between you and Sarada?", asked Konohamaru as they bounded from tree branch to tree branch. " N-no, why do you ask?", stammered Boruto. Konohamaru looked back at him for a second and gave him a quizzical look and faced froward again. " Well, you two have barely said a word to one another, normally you would be at each others throats, arguing about god knows what. Also, don't think haven't noticed how flustered you both get whenever you do so much as make eye contact. " It's nothing okay!", Boruto said a little too loudly. He turned around and a caught Sarada's eye, they both looked away, faces hot. Boruto was glad that Konohamaru couldn't see his face right now or else he would've known he was blushing. Boruto heard Mitsuki giggling. He turned around and gave him the stink eye.
They reached the village early in the afternoon. Sarada and Mitsuki went back to their houses and Konohamaru carried Boruto back to his. When they knocked on the door his mother answered. She gasped when she saw Boruto's leg. " What on earth happened!?", she asked worriedly. " We were attacked by some rouge ninja and Boruto took a kunai to the leg, he's fine though, Sarada patched him up". Boruto's cheeks turned hot and the sound of her name. Dammit what's wrong with me!?, he thought. " Oh Boruto, your cheeks are red, do you have a fever?", asked his mother. He heard Konohamaru snort. Boruto kicked him with his good leg and he grunted in pain. Hinata looked confused. "Aaaa-nyways, bye sensei!l, he hopped of Konohamaru's back, careful to land on his good leg, and slammed the door in his face before he could tell Hinata anything. " Boruto!, that was very rude", she glared at him. " Sorry mom, oh I'd best be getting up to my room now, I'm REALLY tired", he lied. " Do you need help getting up the stairs?," she asked. " Nah I'm good, thanks mom", he replied.
When he was up in his room, he collapsed onto his bed. All he wanted to do was scream. At himself. But it would be really weird if all of the people on the block just heard some random kid screaming bloody murder. Yeah, they'd probably think he was a psycho. So he buried his face deep into his pillow and yelled. He clenched his fists and tensed his entire body. When he was finished with his, whatever it was he just lay on his bed. He wanted to die, then he wouldn't have to see Sarada everyday. He royally screwed up their entire god damn friendship and now he was paying the price of permanent humility. She was probably disgusted, angry, and definitely hated him. Why did i even do that?, he asked himself for the millionth time. He was so confused, his emotions were swirled up into a big ball of chaos.
" Big brother!", he heard a familiar voice say, " you're back!". Boruto turned around to see his little sister running towards him. " hey Him- OOF", he grunted as she jumped on him. He clenched his teeth as pain from his knee spread throughout his body. " Oh no! Big brother you're hurt!", she exclaimed, " I'm sorry for jumping on you". He looked at her adorable little face, " It's okay", he smiled. " Bye now", she said, " I gotta go help mommy with something". She pattered out of the room and left Boruto alone to drown in his own anxiety.
He wanted to cry. He didn't know why, he just did. Maybe he'd cry out all the stuff he had inside. Maybe he just wanted to cry for the sake of crying. Either way, the tears still leaked out of his eyes. What am i even crying about,
I'm such a weakling.
The feels tho.....
