This is something that came to mind while going through an old book of ideas. It's just a drabbles series of Next Generation. With the upcoming Boruto Movie I figured it was time to let these characters come alive.

So, I made these characters a few years ago. Technically, I actually just made them now. I didn't even keep their original names, and half the couples they belonged to changed because I either don't ship it anymore or they just don't fit into the storyline. I don't even know what was happening with the originals. I kept personalities a bit and a few next generation couples are the same but in reality, everything is pretty much different.

So yeah, there's that.

Anyways, here we go?

Deliverance

Chapter One

He watched as his mother glanced behind them suspiciously, one hand holding his and her other on the swell of her well-rounded stomach.

Hajime, with eye's the color of his father's, looked at her and frowned. "Haha." He murmured, noticing her tension. He didn't enjoy being in the village. It'd been three months and they were still being followed by the masked man and the crazy lady. He wanted to go home, back to their tiny cot in the mountains.

"Hai, Haji-chan?" His mother asked, her voice gentle and her eyes now soft as they gazed down at him. When he only offered her a frown, she giggled and poked his nose. "Ne, ne! You aren't getting cold feet are you now, Haji-chan? I can take you to your Obasan if you are?" She offered slyly.

The four-year-old prodigy made a face that looked like he'd just smelled something spoiled.

"Okay, okay." Hinata finally gave in, her hand back to rubbing her stomach. His eyes fluttered to her middle and he tilted his head curiously. "Your brothers are far more active than you were, but I am very much okay." She promised.

He nodded and let her continue leading them. The crazy lady was following them now. Hajime preferred her over his Chichi's former teacher. The masked man like to stare at him, as if they'd known one another in another life. He didn't like it. He didn't like how everyone looked to him as if he was poison, a wild something to be watched in case it turned rabid.

The crazy lady, though, she didn't stare. She met his looks and didn't try to make him uncomfortable about living. She treated him like his mother did, like he was still a child living an adult's life.

They, thankfully, didn't have any incident this time around. Hajime learned very quickly in the last couple months that his family was far from welcome here in the village. The first week was fine, he was holed up in the Hokage's mansion with a woman whom had introduced herself as Hanabi Hyuga, his Haha's sister. (Though she had called his mother his 'Kaasan' and he less than appreciated that. She went by the more formal Haha, thank you kindly.)

After the first week, he was reunited with his mother. They'd been moved to a gated community that looked to be deserted. His mother, though, looked relieved and quickly went about making the largest building home. After cleaning everything up religiously, she quickly made her way through the entire compound. She still had plenty to do, there was a lot of land to make pretty again, but she had fun doing it and he liked helping her best he could.

He still had yet to see his father, but his mother had and she reassured him that Chichi was perfectly fine and eager to see him again. He couldn't imagine his father eager to see anyone. The man was stoic and withdrawn at best. He loved his family, of course, but his affections went as far as patting Hajime on the head when he said his first word. Not that the little boy minded. He knew his father loved him, loved his mother, and would love his siblings. That's all that mattered to him.

They were allowed to leave the solitude (though now he thinks of it as safety) of the compound after the first month. That's when the attacks started. Usually it was just civilians, angered at their presence. And it wasn't necessarily attacks, just rock-throwing and name-calling and dirty looks and rude gestures.

Their babysitters always stopped it before anything got out of hand, and if they didn't then a random passing by bleeding heart did.

So yes, that day was considered a 'good day'. Everyone around was either nice enough to give them strained smiles or just smart enough to hold back their remarks. They made it to the hospital for his mother's check up and were back to the lands by supper time.

He really missed home.