𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐎: Naruto next generations | 𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒

☽『Mitsuki x Reader』☽

"HE'S LATE"

The birds sang their song of the mornings arrival, the darkening sky filling with sunlight that spilled upon the horizon. Two young genins sat alone in the desolate towns square, awaiting for their friends arrival.

"He's never late, should we check on him?" The female, her back pressed against a wooden bench restlessly, sighed. She looked up at her second teammate, Boruto Uzumaki, with worry. Their teammate whom was assigned to help them in a mission was absent. His calm, quiet and collected presence was somehow the most noticeable when gone.

The young boy unfolded his arms. "Do you know where he lives? I can give you his address." Boruto leaped from the platform he was resting upon and met the girls side, his glossy blonde hair following after. He too, was growing impatient. "No, I don't" She replied, a little more excited on finally being able to do something other than waiting.

Boruto sighed and rested his hands inside his tracksuits pocket "He lives in Lichimori estate, the flats near the edge of the village" Lichimori estate? It was rather far from the bustling life of the villages square. The girl found herself wondering if her companion ever got lonely, is that why he barely showed up at weekends or outside of school?

"I'll go see if anything's wrong, you stay here incase Khonomaru shows up" Boruto nodded his head in agreement and watched as the girl dispersed into the distance. As much as he wanted to go see what was taking Mitsuki so long, he also didn't want an earful from Khonomaru sensei...not to mention how depressing Mitsukis room was last time they checked it. A shiver ran down Borutos spine, remembering the rows of prescription pills and bland colours his room held.

Well, it wasn't in his hands anymore.

—•—

"Mitsuki...?" I knocked on the apartment door twice, hearing the metal vibrate across the desolate apartment block. It was awfully quiet here, and somehow cold despite the warm summer air. I found myself growing worried- was he even home? I decided to knock again, this time hearing a loud thump on the other side of the door.

"Mitsuki!?" My hands gripped tightly on the doors knob. After the whole fiasco with Mitsuki being lured away from the hidden leaf, my mind went to dark places. What if someone was in his room? Mitsuki would never be late let alone not answer! My hands began vigorously twisting and turning, applying stress onto the mental until I heard an unfortunate snap.

I pulled the severed door knob to my face. Well crap. I knew my strength was overbearing but this was a bit much. "I'll...pay for this later..." I placed the knob inside my hoodies pocket and slowly opened the metal door. An uncomfortable creek escaped its rusting frame, meaning that all plans of stealth was scrapped. Time to go all force.

I took two cautious steps inside the cold apartment, feeling it's ventilation prickle against my skin. It felt like a cave here, no, a hospital room; the metal tiles and bland furniture only supporting my claim. Everything was painted a solid white or grey, leading for me to notice the odd speck of blue in the distance. I soon recognised it as Mitsukis kimono. Why was it there?

I fast-walked towards the clothing before meeting gaze with a familiar figure laying on the floor.

It was Mitsuki. He was slumped to the ground, entangled within his plain bedsheets like a cat caught up in curtains. His creased kimono was undone and sprawled messily like a blanket, exposing his bare chest. The young boy was panting heavily, his ghostly pale face flushed an abnormal bright red.

Mitsukis face was on fire and he couldn't move. All energy was knocked from him when tumbling out of bed, a futile attempt on standing upright when hearing my knocks. Mikatsuki was meowing worryingly at its dishevelled owner, their face buried against his heaving chest with concern.