The Prince and the Serpent

A New Companion

Well, at least life wasn't boring, Boruto thought to himself. In less than two days he had run away from home, gotten caught in a storm, been harassed by thugs and now he was the semi-willing sort-of captive of a basilisk. He still wasn't sure why Mitsuki was so interested in him but he didn't really mind. Basilisk or not, Mitsuki was gorgeous. Drop. Dead. Gorgeous.

Boruto was laying on the bed, pretending to sleep while Mitsuki stood guard by the door. Even if Boruto wanted to rest he couldn't. He knew without looking that Mitsuki was watching his every move. They hadn't spoken much after Mitsuki's deceleration that he was his 'Sun'. Boruto had made the mistake of yawning which made Mitsuki insist that he rest for now and that any and all explanations could wait until morning. Boruto had glanced at the single bed and then at the door. The basilisk smiled an awkward, almost emotionless smile and said he could have the bed and he would keep watch.

Mitsuki was weird, that much was for certain. His smiles were strange, like he wasn't used to the action. It should have been creepy but instead Boruto found it endearing. He knew he shouldn't trust him so readily, especially concerning his heritage but Mitsuki couldn't help who he was. Plus, he had made it clear that he had no intention of harming him; quite the opposite and Boruto couldn't help but believe him.

Still, he was too anxious to sleep. Mitsuki was confident that no one would bother them but Boruto wasn't so sure. Would people really leave them alone knowing that a basilisk was using a room in this tavern as a lair? He half expected the town to show up at their window with torches and pitchforks like in some lame horror novel. In the end, his paranoia got the better of him. He rose shortly before dawn pretending to be well rested and they slipped out of the deserted tavern together into the growing light of dawn.

They walked towards no where in silence. It was awkward for him but Mitsuki looked relaxed. Boruto kept glancing at him, hoping that he wouldn't catch him staring but he couldn't help but look. Mitsuki was enchanting. His pale pastel blue hair was unlike anything he had ever seen before, even among the elves on his mother's side of the family. His golden snake-like eyes were hypnotic and Boruto wanted to stare into them and see his own reflection in those perfect metallic mirrors. His white skin was fare and unblemished, rivaling any fae's with its glowing purity but his favorite feature by far were Mitsuki's scales. He marveled at how smoothly and naturally they appeared below his left eye and how they flowed around his jaw and down the side of his neck to blend back into skin at his slender collar bone.

It made him wonder if Mitsuki had other patches of scales elsewhere on his body. He longed to touch them, explore what they felt like under his fingers. Mitsuki was a weird guy and might allow him to touch his scales if he asked but he held his tongue. He couldn't ask someone he just met such a question. Mitsuki knew that Boruto was staring but he didn't seem unnerved. He just smiled that same unpracticed smile and said nothing. Eventually, Boruto decided it was up to him to break the silence.

"So, Mitsuki..." He began. Mitsuki gave him his undivided attention and Boruto felt himself grow nervous again under the gaze of those beautiful golden orbs, "Where're you from?" He asked the first stupid question that came to mind.

"I was hatched in the Basilisk Wastes." Mitsuki answered as if it hadn't been a stupid question at all. "I presume that you are from the capitol." Mitsuki stated in a matter-of-fact tone.

"Wha- What makes you say that?" Boruto stuttered, caught off guard. He could swear that Mitsuki's eyes were laughing at him from the way they sparkled, but his face remained placid with a tiny smile.

"Your clothes for one. No one out here wears anything so fine. Your hair and eyes for another. Those colors are rare. As far as I know, only the King and the Prince possess such coloring." Boruto froze at the mention of his title but Mitsuki either didn't notice or pretended he hadn't. His awkward smile grew wider. Mitsuki really was a strange guy, or maybe this was normal behavior for basilisks. Boruto silently admitted that he didn't know either way. Silence fell again and they continued their journey to nowhere, evidently with Boruto in the lead. Finally, Boruto couldn't take the quiet anymore. He could only pretend to be interested in the scenery for so long.