Everything

What You Mean to Me

Mitsuki's body trembled with the memories and Boruto's heart hurt as he watched.

"It's ok Mitsuki. I'm here." Boruto said, mentally blaming his internal flailing that his death was Mitsuki's worst nightmare for his woefully inadequate comforting skills. Mistuki's shaking was getting worse and he was starting to sweat. He let go of Boruto's hand and stared at his own with horror.

"Then, I almost killed you, with my own hands..." He trailed off and didn't try again.

"You didn't know. It wasn't your fault-"

"Yes it was!" Mistuki snapped, making him jump. "I should have known it was a genjutsu! I should have known but I didn't and because of me, you almost died!" Mituski's trembling had changed to shaking with anger, his face one of deep self disgust. Boruto floundered from the force of Mitsuki's words.

"Mitsuki! It really is ok. I didn't die and that's all that matters."

"Why do you always forgive me?" Mitsuki demanded suddenly, "Why do you always let me stay? I have no right to be by your side. I hurt you again! One day, I might really..." Mitsuki couldn't finish. He slumped miserably, staring back at Boruto's abandoned hand but not daring to reach for it again. Mistuki's self doubt was so painful to see.

"That won't happen." Boruto said firmly. He knew yesterday had been a close call but he trusted Mitsuki completely. He would never hurt him on purpose. Never. Boruto had crossed creation to keep Mitsuki by his side and he would do it again if he had to, no matter what had happened. Boruto didn't know what would happen to them but he did know one thing. There was no way one close call was going to take his Mitsuki from him.

"I want you to stay because you are..." Boruto paused. He was going to say 'my friend' but that word just wasn't right. Mitsuki was so much more than a simple friend. He was more than a best friend. Somehow, he had become someone he simply couldn't live without. He had known that for a while now.

Mitsuki's flight to the land of Earth had been too much. He had been serious when he told Garaga to kill him if he couldn't bring Mitsuki back. He had complete confidence in Mitsuki and knew it wouldn't come to that, but in the tiny chance Mitsuki had left him for good, he would welcome his fate. Dying would be much less painful than facing the fact that Mitsuki didn't want him anymore. He had never told Mitsuki that. He knew it would upset him and he had suffered enough but here he was suffering again. Boruto had to find a way to make it stop.

"... special, to me." He finished lamely. It was better than 'friend' but it still wasn't right. His words, pathetic and disjointed as they were, still had the desired effect. Mitsuki was looking at him again, amazement radiating from his face. Boruto gasped as he looked back at him.

Mitsuki was beautiful. His porcelain skin was luminous in the moonlight. His golden eyes twinkled like gems as they glowed with affection and awe and his silver-blue hair was tousled in a way that was just right. It made Boruto's heart ache to look at him. He was close too. Boruto hadn't realized just how close they were.

There had to be a way to make him see, to understand somehow. One way or another, he was going to show Mitsuki just what he meant to him.

He blamed his exhaustion for what happened next. Something in him just snapped and decided that he didn't know exactly how to express his feelings to Mitsuki but he had an idea on where to start. He threw caution to the wind and before he could change his mind, he put his hand back on Mitsuki's cheek and closed the short distance between them.

It was quick and chaste, a barely there touching of their lips but it was honest. Boruto's face burned with the force of his blush as he pulled back to look at Mitsuki. He knew the glowing red in his face was visible even in the soft silver light. He was honestly surprised he hadn't fainted from the force of all his blood rushing to his face.

Mitsuki didn't move. His awe had turned to wide-eyed shock. He stared at Boruto as stationary as a statue. He wasn't even breathing. If possible, Boruto blushed harder as a soft pink only just visible in the moonlight began to paint Mitsuki's cheeks. Suddenly, Boruto wasn't so sure anymore. Maybe he had misunderstood something important. He pulled back his hand and scratched the back of his head, looking everywhere but at his... whatever Mitsuki was.

"Anyway... we should get some rest." He told the ceiling and right wall, respectively. Why wasn't Mitsuki moving? Had he just done something completely stupid? That, by itself wouldn't be too surprising but he really, really hoped he hadn't just ruined what they had already had by being his usual stupid self. Boruto had always been pretty touchy-feely with Mitsuki in the past but was this too far? Yep, definitely the exhaustion. Exhaustion was why he hadn't thought this through and realized that it was a very bad idea. Slowly, Mitsuki moved, bringing a hand to gingerly touch his lips.

"Aww, shit..." Boruto muttered, cursing his stupid exhausted brain as he threw himself back down on his futon to stare at the ceiling. His humiliation pounded in his face. This was it. He had really fucked up this time. His effort to comfort Mitsuki had made everything worse. Worse than worse. He had only wanted to show Mitsuki just what he meant to him and now he had just lost their friendship completely. He groaned and turned away from Mitsuki, miserably wishing a person could die from embarrassment alone so he wouldn't have to endure Mitsuki's rejection. Boruto squeezed his eyes shut. In his misery, he almost didn't sense Mitsuki move from his side back to his own futon.

"Boruto?" Mitsuki whispered. Boruto heard him but he pretended he hadn't. "Boruto?" Mitsuki asked again, more urgently this time. Boruto felt guilty for ignoring him but he just couldn't take it. He wanted more than anything to pretend this hadn't happened. A soft hand on his cheek made his eyes open automatically. He was nose to nose with Mitsuki, who was laying beside him. He made to jerk back but Mitsuki's hand held him firmly in place. Slowly, Mitsuki moved forward and pressed their lips together. It was gentle and chaste but much more deliberate than Boruto's had been. His heart pounded against his ribs so hard he thought it could escape. He didn't move, still held in place my Mitsuki's hand. Belatedly, he did his best to return the kiss. Too soon, Mitsuki was pulling back to look at him. His eyes were soft, gazing into Boruto's own with open adoration shining with his soft smile.

"You really are amazing, Boruto, my precious Sun."