A/N: I might be a little out of character so be warned! lol So I hope you like this chapter, my writing is not the best, just so ya know. If you do not like this story I understand, just please no mean reviews, I already know I am a failure **Cries** Anyway, Ill update when I can.
Chapter One- Time Travel?
(Flashback)
Nine year old Boruto set in his chair in front of his computer. A scowl on his face. His eyes stayed glued to email he just received from his father. He felt his anger rise each time he scanned his eyes over it.
Boruto, I am sorry but I cant come home right now. Tell himawari happy birthday for me.
"At least he didn't forget but he should still show up." He mumbled.
A knock on his door tore his attention away from the computer and he quickly put away the message.
He sighed. "What?" He asked.
The door opened open revealing his mother, Hinata as she walked in. "The cakes ready. Would you like to come down and put on the candles?" She asked him in that sweet voice she always used.
Boruto stood and walked over to his bed. Throwing his hands behind his head he fell back on the bed in a lazy manner. "Dads to busy to come." His voice was a little harsher than he meant it to be.
Hinata smiled and set on the end of the bed beside her son. "He's the hokage. Its his duty to ensure the safety of the city." She tried to get him to understand.
"Yeah but we are his family. Is he really that busy that he hasn't the time for us anymore." He turned over on his side putting his back to her.
It was silent for a moment. "I don't expect you to understand. Your still so young. Your father has more than one priority now. It doesn't mean he doesn't love you. Were all important to him."
"Yeah but the city's is even more so. He never has time for us anymore. What's the point." His voice was low.
Hinata shook her head sadly. "Boruto, he-"
"Whatever. I don't care anymore. I'll come down and put the stupid candles on the cake." He interrupted her.
She knew the conversation was done and without further words she stood up and walked to the door. She stopped to look back at the bed the her gaze went to the floor in front of her before closing and giving one more soft sigh and leaving the room. The door closed with a soft click.
Boruto stayed in the same spot for a few more minutes before getting up. He hated it. He hated being the son of the hokage but what he hated more was how his father was never around. It bugged him to no end. Even so, he decided to allow his emotions to die down for the time being and go downstairs to spend time with his mother and sister. It was a special day after all. Himawari was another day older.
He got up and walked over to his desk. He felt around behind the computer in search of a present he had hid for just that day.
"Yosh!" He exclaimed happily when felt the familiar box and took it out.
It was a red box with a beautifully tied blue bow wrapped firmly around it. He was sure she would love it and even more so what was inside it. Feeling excited about the gift, he ran out of his room and downstairs to where they were waiting for him.
(End Flashback)
The memory began to fade as his conscious started to return. First thing he realized was it was completely black, second was that it was probably because his eyes were clamped and thirdly he was laying on something hard. His body also felt heavier than usual. It felt like a thousand ton had been dropped on him. He tried to move but his limbs refused to listen. It took him a few tries but he finally managed to move, even if a little. He opened his eyes, which he also had a hard time doing, slowly. Blinking a few times as a harsh light penetrated his sight, he was soon met with blue and white.
It took him a moment to realize that it was the scene of a clear clouded sky. He starred at it in slight confusion. Why would he be seeing that? Surely they would have took him to the hospital and he would have seen a white ceiling instead? It didn't make sense. Not only did that strike him as odd but so did the fact that when he lost consciousness the sky was as dark as the abyss its self and the view he saw then was not the beautiful one he saw now.
"Wait, what about dad!" He suddenly remembered what happened before he was knocked out.
His father looking at him with a look he's never really seen before. At least not one filled with pride towards him. Then he smiled. Like he knew it might be the last time he saw him. That thought alone scared him. Sure he may fight with the old man and sometimes have hateful feeling towards him but did he really hate him? No not really. He just disliked the fact he wasn't around. That he didn't have time for them. That didn't mean he hated him. That was the impression he gave though, wasn't it?
Boruto closed his eyes at the though that his dad might actually think he hates him. He felt a pinch of guilt. He felt like the worst son anyone could ask for. If it wasn't for those words, those words, that Sasuke spoke to him then he wouldn't have understood exactly what he meant. Which he still doesn't fully get them meaning but close enough. It made him want to know more about his father, he wanted to hear the stories from his adventures. Now though, would he get the chance to ask? Just what happened to his father?
Taking a deep breath, he stood up.
"First things first, gotta find out where I am." He drew his brows together after looking all around him and not recognizing where he was. "I don't remember this place. I was definitely not here before."
He didn't allow his panic to show as he hurried and ran off into any direction. All he knew was he had to find the city and to make sure everyone was okay. His mom, his sister, friends and all the people who lived in the city and found out what happened to his dad. Then he would go from there. Plus maybe one of them could explain to him why he woke up in a field of trees and flowers.
After an hour of running and getting no where, Boruto finally made it the entrance of a very large open gate. It was huge. He starred at it for a long time for two reasons. One, he was fascinated by the size if it alone and two, he's pretty sure he has never seen it before. He must be lost.
"This is just great!" He huffed, "How am I suppose to get back when I have no idea where I am going! This is so annoying!" He was rubbing his hair in frustration.
"Well hello there!"
Boruto almost jumped out of his skin at the sudden voice and froze. He gulped and slowly turned around to come face to face with some a guy.
"I haven't seen you around. Dressed funny to." He noted scratching his chin.
The last statement made Borutos eyes twitch. Who's he calling funny? The man in front of him was much weirder than him by a long shot. He was wearing no other color but a green suit of some kind. His hair was jet black and the most disturbing thing that stood out even past the lame clothes were the guys brows. Which if he re-called reminded him of someone he knew.
"Yeah, im the funny looking one." He mused.
The guy ignored the remark as he observed the new comer closely. Obviously curious. "What's your name son."
"Don't call me that and its none of your business." He muttered with a glare.
The guy laughed. "Aw the days of youth. So full of energy!" He held his hand up in the make of a fist. "Let the power of youth engulf your spirit!"
Boruto looked dumbfounded. "Huh?" This guy is weird.
"I should be getting back. Stay out of trouble now." With that being said, a swirl of leaves covered the guy and he disappeared.
Boruto stood there starring at the spot he vanished from. "That, was strange. Just who was that?" He wondered out loud.
He didn't ponder on it long before he decided to enter the gate and walk into the village. He started to look around. The houses were not very big and the village itself was not very large but, there was one building that caught his eyes and beside it was a mountain. What was on the mountain however made him stop in his tracks. He starred at it, mouth opened wide. There, carved into the rock were four faces he's seen every day. The hokages of the city only this wasn't his home. It was completely different all except that mountain that was an exact copy of Konohagakure's.
"No way." He said with disbelief.
His legs started to move and he ran towards the tall building in the middle of the village as fast as he could. He dashed through the street, past people he never saw before until he made it to the front entrance of the building. He stood looking at it. It was exactly the same as well. Just the village was different. He was starting to feel more confused every minute. How could he be seeing both the Hokage residence and Hokage Rock?
He took a deep breath and ran into the building. The hallways never changes and were the same, too. So he easily made his way to the Hokages office and threw the door open like he would any other day when going to see his lord seventh. Not caring by the force in which he did it in. He stood there panting and glared at the back of the chair as it was facing the window. He noticed the room had in fact changed a little. Different pictures were hung up instead of the ones he was used to seeing. There was no papers or a mess but the most thing that stood out was the picture that used to set on the end of the desk was not there.
"Can I help you?" The chair turned around revealing an old man.
Boruto gritted is teeth. He didnt know what was going on but he did know that his dad was the Hokage so why was there someone else in his office pretending to be? "Who are you! Why are you in here pretending to be Hokage!"
The old man looked at him strangely. Starring at him in curiosity and astonishment.
This boy, he looks exactly like Naruto. Only his hair is different, He thought.
"I am Hiruzen Sarutobi. Third Hokage. May I ask your name?"
"Boruto." He answered walking into the room to stand in front of the desk.
The third was quiet for a moment. How strange, even their names sound alike. "Well, Boruto, I don't believe i've seen you before."
Boruto bit at his lip. What was going on? He was sure this was Konohagakure, by the faces in the mountain and building, he knew but something wasnt right. He suddenly had a thought. He wondered if maybe he time traveled? Nah that would be impossible. As he continued to think about it, he wondered if it could be possible. If maybe their was such a jutsu that could open up a rift in time. Even if there was, it still wouldn't explain how he ended up there considering he was with his father on the battlefield. Could time travel be possible?
"There is no such thing as time travel."
Boruto blinked. He said that out loud? "Uh, I know that!" He laughed nervously.
The third didn't look convinced. He could tell something about the boy didn't seem right. He could tell that he was no threat but, the fact he resembles a certain blonde knucklehead and he has an interest about things as time travel, he wasn't exactly normal. He took in the clothes the boy was wearing as well. They were flashy and new. The material seemed more durable as well. Nothing like the clothes in the village. He was curious. "Do you live here in the village?" He asked standing up from his chair and walking to the boy, folding his hands behind his back.
Boruto averted his eyes. Instead of answering, he stayed quiet.
Sarutobi smiled. "I see. Where are your parents.
"I don't know." Was the low reply. "I was wondering if I could stay here, in the village." He asked meeting the thirds piercing eyes.
It was true, he really didn't know where his parents were. He didn't even know where he was. The one thing he was sure of is that if time travel was possible it would be written in the forbidden scrolls. He remembered the seventh telling him that inside the building held scrolls of different kinds that if fallen in the wrong hands could mean the end of everything. If he could find them he may be able to find out if its true or not.
Sarutobi studied him a moment before answering, "I don't see the harm in that. You don't look like a threat."
Boruto smiled widely. "Thank you!"
"We'll have to find you a place to stay. I noticed you don't have a headband."
Boruto's expression changed as he remembered the exams and how he was terminated for using a ninja tool. "No."
"So its safe to say you aren't a shinobi? You don't look older than fourteen." He pushed for answers.
"I am twelve. No but, I do plan to graduate!" If I ever find out where I am that is, He thought the last statement.
"In that case, you could take the exams at the academy." He offered.
Boruto gazed at him with wide eyes. "Really?"
"If that's what you want."
Boruto starred at the floor. He didn't even want to take part in the exams before until he heard the seventh would be watching. Once he knew that it was an obvious decision to participate so that his old man could see him fight. Now it just seems pointless. His dad isn't here to see him. He wasn't eve sure if his dad was still alive to see him. That saddened him.
Sarutobi noticed the look of despair on the boys face and put a hand on his shoulder. "You could always just take the class and see how that goes." He suggested instead.
"Yeah, I could do that." He decided that maybe he could play along until he could sneak into the building for the scrolls later that night.
Looking pleased, the third nodded and walked back over to his desk. "Classes should have already be over so you can try tomorrow if you'd like."
Boruto didn't say another word but nodded and left the office. Sarutobi watched his retreating back until he was out of sight and let out a sigh. "I will have to keep an eye on that one." He remarked to himself.
Boruto had wondered around the city until night fell over the village. He was sitting on one of the roofs admiring the large moon looming over the houses. The light it gave off could shine through the darkest of spaces. He had never seen anything like it. Not even at home. The buildings were much larger and usually blocked the view of the sky. It was rare to see the sky as clear as the one he saw in that instant.
"Amazing..." He breathed out.
"Yes it is, isn't it."
Boruto jumped, almost falling off in the process as someone suddenly appeared beside him. He held his hand over his chest to try and get his heart to stop trying to leap out of his chest. Does everyone just randomly appear!
"Are you Boruto by chance?" A familiar voice asked.
Boruto turned towards it. Standing there was none other than Kakashi Hatake. He was younger but still had the mask over his face and was wearing the same clothes he always wore. "Kakashi-sensei..." He whispered so softly that the older man didn't hear.
Kakashi raised a brow at the reply, not catching the answer so he asked again. "Are you Boruto?"
"Yeah." He nodded.
"Great. The third told me about you and that you needed somewhere to stay for the time being. He picked out the perfect place.
Boruto stood. "Yeah I don't have no where to go. How did you find me anyway."
Kakashi sighed. "Well. I would think you sitting on a rooftop stands out." He said it like it was that obvious.
Boruot made a 'humph' sound. "So where am I staying."
Kakashi smiled with his eye. He never could tell if the guy actually smiled behind his mask at all. "You'll see."
Kakashi ended up leading them to a apartment building. Once at the door Kakashi handed him a piece of paper with writing on it.
"Here, give whoever lives here this note. Its from the third explaining everything. You should have no problems with whoever lives here. You can handle it from here." With that said he knocked on the door and jumped through the air, leaving the boy alone.
Boruto looked at the note in his hand and was about to read it when the door opened. His gaze traveled from the paper to the door. He was sure he stopped breathing. His body froze and his eyes went wide. Standing in a orange jump suit was his father. A very young version of him that he had seen from the pictures, looking at him with a smug look. He starred at him in snapping out of it when Naruto said,
"Yeah, what do you want."
A/N: Hey guys do you think Sarada should be in this fic to? I was thinking that maybe it would be good that way Boruto wouldnt be alone. Tell me what yall think
