Tumblr prompt: "Um, can someone help me down from here?" any pair! :) (Requested by iBloo)

Jail time

Because I couldn't resist, and just to make it a bit more difficult for the poor bloke it's a Modern Day AU. No Chakra to help him out of his pickle.

Beta-read by Ibloo *throwing love at this wonderful human*

Rated T for some cursing (mostly under Konohamaru's breath) and implied suggestive content.

Konohamaru froze when he heard the unmistakable click of metal closing against metal. Looking up to see a grinning Boruto attach the other end of the handcuff to the branch growing through the tree-house, his eyes widened in horror.

The boy was going through a phase of being obsessed with cops. Apparently, his favourite cartoon on TV was about a cop and a thief, and he had wanted to 'catch,' Konohamaru, dragging his little sister into the game by letting her hold him secure when Boruto had caught him.

Having been occupied with Himawari sitting on his lap fully focused on tickling him as punishment for his…well, whatever it was he had done—the kids had been kind of vague with the details of the crime. He had only half paid attention to what her older brother was doing with his left hand. Konohamaru had seen the kid fumble with a pair of handcuffs in the corner of his eye but dismissed it as one of those cheap plastic, fake handcuffs you could get from the toy-store.

He had never been more wrong.

"Boruto, no—sto—don't," he sputtered. Shit. Too late. Before he had a chance to pull away, the metal successfully closed around the branch, effectively locking him in place. He took a deep breath and tried to keep his voice calm. The last thing he needed now would be to accidentally scare the kids and make them bolt on him. "Boruto, what're you doing?"

"Putting you in jail! You've been naughty!" The little boy beamed. Konohamaru swallowed a couple of foul curses. This was the last time he ever agreed to babysit the kids.

"No, I mean—fu—Where did you even get that?"

"In the drawer next to mum and dad's bed," Boruto answered innocently, and Konohamaru almost choked on his spit. That was way more information than he ever wanted to know about his older brother-figure and his wife. Seriously.

"…I see. Well, game's over. You caught me, well done!" He grinned and mustered as much fake enthusiasm as he could. "It's time for an afternoon snack now so can you please give me the key?"

Both Boruto and Himawari looked up at him with bright smiles when they heard the word 'snack', but Boruto's brows furrowed at the mentioning of the key.

"Key?"

Oh, fuck.

"Yes, the key, there should be a key for the handcuffs. If you don't have it, it's most likely in the drawer. Please go and get it so we can have a snack," Konohamaru asked, and tried his best not to sound like he was begging.

"Ah, okay, Konohamaru-niichan!" Boruto beamed before climbing down the ladder and rushing inside.

Himawari happily peered up at him, and he gave her a weak grin.

Boruto soon came back though, with depressive results. "No. Sorry, Nii-chan. There was no key there. I even looked under the bed!"

Splendid. His day was heading more and more south by the minute.

"Hey, Boruto. Can you get me my phone? It's in my jacket by the front door."

"Sure, Nii-chan!" he said excitedly and scurried off down the ladder again. Little shit, he looked like he enjoyed every moment of this.

Boruto returned again, waving the phone in his chubby little hand and Konohamaru sighed before sucking in his lip and chewing on it miserably. Udon was out of town. Moegi was out of the question, she was never going to let him live it down. He'd rather die than call Naruto and Hinata and have to explain how he got stuck in a tree-house with their kids that he was supposed to babysit, but instead had handcuffed him to it with their parents' sex-toy.

He already knew who he was going to call but that didn't mean he had to look forward to it. Not one bit.

Groaning, he dialled the number. Time to bite the sour apple.

Nervously listening to the first couple of signals going through, he closed his eyes and prayed that she would answer. Sometimes she turned her phone off when she was studying, and if she didn't pick up the phone, he would have no other choice than to call Naruto and Hinata…

When she answered, he let out a heavy sigh of relief. "Hey, Hanabi. Sorry to bother you, I know you're busy, but I could really use your help."

"Hm? Konohamaru? Okay? What is it?" she asked, and he could feel the tip of his ears burn as he gave a quickly muttered, censored version of what had happened. Even small pots have ears and he was not eager to have to explain why their parents had a 'police-toy' by their bed.

The phone went quiet for a moment before she burst into a hysterical laughing fit.

"Yeah, yeah. Laugh it up, but please, I beg you. Come here?" Dignity be damned, he needed to get down from here, one way or the other.

"Sure," she said between laughs, "I'll be there in ten."

Nothing to do but wait then.

…

When Hanabi arrived, she climbed up into the tree-house and took in the scene. Konohamaru hadn't exaggerated one bit. Her boyfriend really was handcuffed to a branch by the wall. Boruto had gotten tired of watching him, and abandoned him in favour of playing his handheld game, and Himawari—too young to get up and down by herself—was busying herself with drawing straight onto the uneven planks with her crayons.

"You weren't kidding, huh? Got bested by a toddler and a preschooler," she couldn't resist teasing, thoroughly enjoying seeing his annoyed grimace and how his cheeks burned.

"Would have thought you would have gotten it out of your system on the way here, but fine. Mock me all you want, but please, get me down from here."

"And how would I do that, do you propose? Hand you a file?" She asked, eyebrows raised and the corner of her mouth still twitching in amusement.

"Ok, firstly, this is your relatives, not mine. Can't you feel some embarrassment on their behalf so I don't have to? And secondly. I dunno. There's gotta be a key somewhere? Probably in the bedroom?"

"Yes, yes. I'll have a look. But don't blame me if I can't find it. And absolutely not. I have nothing to feel embarrassed about," she laughed and left him to his fate.

While a more innocent six-year-old might not have thought of looking in the actual bed and not just under it, his older, more jaded Aunt sure did. Lo and behold, a small silver key with a square top was hiding underneath one of the pillows.

She was going to have so much fun teasing her sister about this.

Taking mercy on Konohamaru she released him from his restraints, but not before taking some pictures—she couldn't let future blackmail-material this good go to waste—and together they gave the kids their promised snack.

Despite Konohamaru muttering something under his breath about the little brat not deserving any, he heaped up a generous amount of ice cream into the bowl and handed it to an excited Boruto, and Hanabi had to bit her lip to stop herself from laughing.

Clapping her phone in her pocket, she grinned. Excellent blackmailing-material indeed.