A/N: Yo! So when I originally posted this chapter back whenever I did, the new generation was still basically a blank canvas, so as an authour I could run a little wild with it.
However, since the original chapter a lot of new information has been released, the Sarada Gaiden, the Boruto movie (for those, like me, who have realised that everywhere outside of Japan won't get a decent quality for a while (I forget when it gets released in USA (And I like in UK so it's USA release date doesn't really concern me)) and just read up on the plot, an Boruto's abilities and Mitsuki's parent(s) and blah blah blah blah blah.
This has caused me to re-evaluate this fic, because, despite the fact it's fanfiction AND quite OC oriented, I'd like to keep it as close to the original material as I possibly can. Therefore, I have decided to make some changes to the plot and general overall fanfiction.
CHANGE 1 (And perhaps the most important) - I have decided to omit Heiwamaru and Asahi from this fic (for those of you new to the fic, please see my other story 'Don't Wake Me Up' and my DeviantArt page also named Rinne-Kami for further details about their characters. Why have I removed them? Well, because, in my story, Sasuke trained Heiwamaru, and Asahi had the Byakugan, and recent developments (Boruto movie & Special chapter released with it), confirms that Boruto has been trained by Sasuke and Himawari attains the Byakugan, Heiwamaru and Asahi characters have become a bit superfluous, and despite the fact this is an OC oriented story, I don't want to overload it with OC characters, especially characters whose characterizations can be fulfilled through genuine cononical characters, it would kind of be like writing Boruto as Heiwamaru and still have Boruto along with it. I like the name Heiwamaru, more than I like Hamura, however, for the sake of the fans of Don't Wake Me Up, I have kept Hamura's name as it is, so they amy have a sense of familiarity between the two stories.
CHANGE 2 - In relation to the above, Nokitai, my character who was to be Sasuke and Sakura's only son, has also been removed due to the fact Heiwamaru has been removed. Tied into this, if you have seen the character designs and bios on my deviant art account for Heiwamaru and Nokitai, their to be teammates have also been removed. I may rewrite some of them (Sararito, in particular, who you may have seen in the original chapter), as Hamura's age and friends instead, saves me creating new characters. (Asagiri will stay in the fic though)
Change 3 - In the original chapter, Naruto became Hokage before Boruto and Himawari were born. However, as the special chapter released with the Boruto movie shows Boruto and Hiamwari both being born (although I don't know how old) before Naruto became Hokage. I wanna say Boruto is 12-13 and Himawari is like 8-9
Aside from that, I hope you enjoy this re-worked Chapter 1, sorry to any Heiwamaru fans out there. Chapter 2 is on the way.
"Hahaha! Losers! As if you can catch me!" A boy ran down the busy streets of Konoha guffawing with laughter, behind him a crowd of angry adults followed, each of them with dyed hair of vibrant neon colours.
"Get back here brat!" The adults screamed with fury in unison, following him through every duck and turn he made.
The boy laughing passed a single man, with olive skin and brown hair tied back, a large scar going horizontally across the bridge of his nose. The man caught a glimpse of the blonde haired boy as he sped away, instantly an annoyed frown appeared on his face. "Naruto you idiot what have you done now!?" He screamed towards the small boy as he ran away.
The boy looked over his shoulder as he continued running, flashing the brown haired man a large, mischievous yet bashful grin plastered across his face, surrounded by two whisker markings on each cheek. "Can't talk right now, Iruka-sensei! See you in class!" He bellowed loudly and happily before sprinting off even quicker.
"Wait, that's not Naruto." Iruka responded quietly to himself, he could have sworn it was the boy himself, he looked upwards towards the Hokage stone faces, seeing he eyes of the Nanadaime staring out across the village. The spiky blonde hair, those blue eyes, the whisker marks and that boisterous voice and massive grin.
Wait, whisker marks? He looked at the face of the Nanadaime again. Three marks on each cheek, the blonde boy only had two. Iruka growled in annoyance, turning back to the direction the boy ran off too. "It's not Naruto… it's…"
BORUTO!
"Boruto… what are we going to do?" Iruka looked down with a furrowed brow at the boy sat on the bench, finally having caught up with him.
"Ah don't worry, Iruka-sensei. The dye will wash out." He answered back with a confident smile, instantly Iruka pictured another small blonde boy flashing him the same smile after he had pulled a prank.
"That's not the point Boruto, there's no need for these stupid pranks." Iruka sighed heavily, a new presence to his left gained his attention. "I guess I'll leave disciplining him to you."
Boruto's blue eyes moved over to the person Iruka was looking at, and upon seeing a teenager approaching then narrowed to an angry stare. The teenager's face maturing into a young adult's. Wearing a charcoal grey shirt, closed on the right shoulder, with a fastener running down the right part of the chest and matching pants, with a white apron tied around his waist and black Shinobi sandals. The Hyuuga robes usually had long loose sleeves to obscure the arms, however he had carelessly torn them off. Leaving his lean muscular full arms on display, revealing kanji tattoos on each of his shoulders, on his right shoulder was the kanji for fate, on his left was the kanji for guts. His red hair was long, framing his face, the back had been pulled into a tight ponytail, but the end of his hair was at the top of the knot instead of the bottom, making his red hair sprawl behind the back of his head almost like a plume or an open folding fan.
"Hamura. When did you get back?" Boruto asked the older boy, who stared back at him with an eyebrow raised, pupil-less white eyes, lightly tinted with a bright blue boring down onto him.
"About fifteen minutes ago. Saw a group of people running around with odd coloured hair. Instantly I thought 'Boruto's being a little punk again." Hamura answered his question quickly, staring down at the boy wearing the standard blue Shinobi pants of Konoha, with an orange hoodie that kept blue sleeves and shoulders.
"Your one to talk about odd hair colours, Hamura." Boruto responded sarcastically, giving the older teen a glare.
Hamura turned to the older brown haired man. "Don't worry, Iruka-sensei. I'll give my idiot brother a good scolding-tteboshou." He gave the make a reassuring smile, who nodded in response, smiling before taking his leave.
Hamura turned to the blonde haired, blue eyed boy, sighing heavily. "Why'd you do it?" He asked the boy sat on the bench, wearing a black tracksuit with red lining and red stripes along the bottom and sleeve cuffs which was worn opening, revealing a white v-neck shirt underneath and a bolt tied to a string round his neck and cuts off at the midriff.
"I was bored I guess." The blonde haired boy shrugged his shoulders. Truth be told nothing had possessed him to do it, there was literally just nothing to do with the day.
"Then why didn't you do something more productive, like train?" Hamura moved to sit down next to his little brother. "You're not setting a good example for Himawari."
"At least I am setting an example for her." He responded harshly, emphasising one word in particular.
Hamura's eyes narrowed at the comment, staring back towards his little brother. "What is that supposed to mean?"
"You're the oldest, Hamura, you should be the one setting an example for her!" Boruto bit back angrily. "But you're never home! You're so fixated on not being like dad, you've become like dad! You never have time for anyone, you're always away, and always busy! Just like dad! And when you are home, the only thing you care about is training or trying to get away onto your next mission!" He crossed his arms and huffed, looking away from his older brother.
Hamura's eyes stayed wide as Boruto completed his pent up rant. "Boruto, I'm a Jonin, I have to take A-rank, and even S-Rank missions, missions that will keep me away from home for a long time…" He began quietly, still staring at his younger brother.
"Four." Boruto grunted back, looking upwards with a harsh glare.
"Four what?" Hamura answered back with a scowl of his own.
Boruto replied with a sarcastic snort of air. "You don't even know. Four is the number of Himawari's birthdays you've missed. That's more than what dad's missed since he became Hokage."
"Boruto, I-"
"Every single time. Himawari looks at mom and asks her when you're going to show up. The first time mom lied and said you were running late, Himawari refused to blow the candles on her cake for three hours waiting for you to show up. Now when she asks mom just says you're on a mission. And Himawari just looks down and blows her candles out." Boruto shouted at his older brother.
Hamura stared wide eyed towards his little blonde haired brother, before he could speak, Boruto continued. "When mom has to go away and Asagiri or Kariire babysits us, Himawari asks them stories about you, because your friends have seen you more than your little sister has! They know more about you more than Himawari does-ttebasa!"
Boruto hopped off the bench he had been parked on, shoved his hands in his pockets before stomping away.
He stopped, but didn't look back at his older brother. "Your dream is to become a Hokage, right? Just like dad?"
"…"
"Anyone who doesn't have time for their family should never become Hokage." Boruto uttered out before walking off again.
"Shitty older brother."
Hamura entered his home quietly, sliding off his shoes and dropping his bag by the door. He had only been gone for the past two months, on a SSS-rank mission that should have took longer than what it actually did, he wasn't expected back for at least another 2 weeks, yet still it felt quite good to be home.
He silently walked through the house, spotting his mother in the kitchen, half way through cooking a large dinner to feed all of them, probably having already toiled through half the day preparing it. "What are we having?"
She whipped around with a startle, eyes surprised to see the red haired young adult leaning against the door frame of the kitchen. She smiled softly towards him, causing him to grin back. "Welcome back, Hamura-kun, we were not expecting you back so early. I am sorry, I have not prepared enough for you as well."
He chuckled quietly to himself. "Don't worry about it, mom. I'll get takeout or something." He grinned once again, causing his blue haired mother to smile happily once again.
He quickly moved towards her, surprising her again by wrapping his arms around her waist, already being a good head taller than her, it took a bit of crouching to softly bury his head into her shoulder. "It's good to see you, mom."
Although startled at first, she quickly wrapped her own arms around his body, sighing almost happily to herself. "It has been a long time since you hugged me like this, Hamura-kun. Is everything okay?"
"I'm sorry…" Hinata heard her eldest son mumble into her shoulder. "Things must have been difficult for you, Dad isn't around as much as he would like to be, and I… I've been so concentrated on trying to prove that I am my own person I've left you to look after Boruto and Himawari by yourself."
"You have done what you thought was right, for that I am very proud. Do not worry about me, they are not something I cannot handle." She pulled away slightly, smiling sweetly towards him. "What has brought this on?"
"I got chewed out by Boruto, he called me a shitty older brother." He grinned sheepishly, with a blush on his face. "He made me realise that I haven't been around enough, especially for Himawari. But that's gonna change-tteboshou. I'll get dad to give me some time off the mission register, and I'll help look after them."
Hinata smiled back happily, before her mind clicked. "Wait, you saw Boruto-kun? Was he not at the academy?"
"He was pulling some prank when I got back, Iruka-sensei had caught him when I turned back." Hamura replied honestly. "He stormed off, so I guess he either went there or has gone off own his own."
"Oh…" His mother could only utter out. "I shall speak to Iruka-sensei when I go to pick Boruto-kun and Himawari-chan later today."
Hamura nodded, before beginning to walk away. He stopped suddenly, before he turned back to his mother. "How about I go pick them up, mom? It looks like you've got a lot on your plate here-tteboshou."
"That would be very helpful, Hamura-kun." His mother smiled back towards him.
"Right, I'm gonna drop my mission report off to dad. Then I guess I've got some hours to kill before the academy finishes." He grinned before leaving the kitchen.
He climbed the stairs to his house and moved to his room. It was pristine, clean, nearly everything was shimmering with how clean everything was. Definitely not how he left it two months ago,
He threw himself down onto his bed, the fabrics smelt fresh, and like lavender. It was soothing.
"At least I am setting an example for her."
"Four is the number of Himawari's birthdays you've missed."
"Anyone who doesn't have time for their family should never become Hokage."
"Shitty older brother."
'I guess Boruto is right.' He turned onto his side. Had he really missed four of his little sister's birthdays? Did he know if Boruto and Himawari were doing well with their studies at the academy? No. Did he know how advanced Himawari was with the Gentle Fist? No. Did he know the names of either of their friends? No, if he didn't count Sarada because he had known her and her older sister since they were born. 'I am a shitty older brother.'
Boruto sat alone on a rooftop close to the academy, watching the other student's coming out for lunch. From his perch, he saw the glasses wearing Sarada appear through the doors. A bento in her hands. He smiled softly. He often made a bet with himself, had Sarada's lunch been prepared by her mother on that day, or by her older sister Asagiri.
Asagiri was nice… really nice. He was almost surprised by how different two siblings could be. Sarada was calculating, and always looked like she was planning something or wanted to insult him. But Asagiri was always smiling, she would help Sarada out with techniques at the academy, help her with her homework. She may not have a father, but at least she had her older sibling.
His smile turned to a frown at the thought of older siblings. Hamura, that guy believing himself to be some big shot never was there for them, and he thinks he has the ability to scold him. He was never there for them, he missed birthdays, he missed holidays, and he even missed their dad's inauguration.
At least Sarada had Asagiri. That was all he thought when he saw them together.
"You look like you deeply contemplating something… or you're just constipated." He turned his head, seeing a pale skinned blue haired boy with golden eyes smiling at him.
"Gomu-boy, what do you want?" Boruto asked the boy standing behind him.
"I noticed you sat up here by yourself, you also weren't in class today, Shino-sensei was angry at that fact, or at least, I think he was angry, you can never tell." The boy laughed at his own little joke regarding their rather defensive and no nonsense sensei.
'He noticed me? No one ever realises that I'm up here?' He stared at the blue haired boy, still a mystery to their class. "Hey Mitsuki, you immigrated to Konoha from… somewhere, right?"
"Yeah. Would you like to know where from?" Mitsuki asked with a smile.
"Do you… not miss your parents?" Bolt asked curiously, locking his blue eyes with the boy's golden ones. "Do you not wish they were around for you?"
The blue haired boy paused for a moment, before moving to lean on the railing next to Boruto. "Well, my parents can't really come to Konoha. As for missing them? Not really, I wasn't particularly close to my parents. But I suppose my parents are around for me should I need them. I can get stronger on my own, I can become a great shinobi of Konoha without my parents."
Boruto tutted, before looking back over the children playing in the academy grounds. "That didn't answer my question…"
"Your questions weren't specific enough." Mitsuki laughed, before hopping onto the railing, balancing himself perfectly. "Come on, Boruto, let's go for lunch."