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Chapter III: You Always Wanted to be Alone

"I finally understand... I'm alone. I won't believe in anyone, or love anyone. I'm alone." -Gaara

He swung his legs over the edge of Hokage Rock, watching as the village hustled to head back home since the sun was setting against the horizon line. He narrowed his eyes at the sight of this and grind his teeth together, knowing he shouldn't be angry at this but he couldn't help himself.

"What are you doing up here, Boruto?"

He slowly turned his head to the voice of his father, his shadow covering the young boy. He blinked at the sight of him and stared at him for a second before his eyes quickly narrowed again, knowing it was most likely a shadow clone. He plastered a fake smile on his face and turned to face his father so he could see that he wasn't lying.

"Just looking over at what you've created, dad." he lied and his father smiled at this, easily buying the lie. He couldn't even tell that his own flesh and blood was lying to him. His father than moved to sit next to him, his feet also dangling over the edge of the cliff.

"But wouldn't it be better if you get a better view up close?" his father asked him and he blinked at this before a hand shoved him off the cliff. Shock filled his system when he managed to glance and see his father waving at him goodbye with a sicken grin across his face.

Boruto's eyes grew wide then narrowed quickly at this, anger flooding in his veins and screamed up at him as a boost of rage. Wind rushed through his clothes as they pushed up and he attempted to move to the cliff. He clawed at the rock way, his fingers bleeding as he tried to stop himself from the fall. Skin peeled away from his fingers and he swore loudly as his fingernails too started to peel off from his body. He had no clue on how to catch himself and blood spread out as if the cliff was crying.

Then the ground became close before he slammed into the ground with a sicken crunch. Dust and rock imploded from him and pain exploded everywhere in his body. He gasped and blood spilled from his forehead, his body shaking as he attempted to push himself off the ground. He heard the sound of footsteps from behind him and he heaved for breath, blood seemingly rushing from everywhere on his body. His blond hair now coated in it and he growled from this attack. He managed to look back up to the cliff and saw the man from a few nights ago wave down at him.

"You…!" he shouted and then people rushed towards him, asking and wondering if he was ok. He was getting claustrophobic from so many concerned faces hovering around him. He glanced down to his body and saw his clothes torn apart from his crash and attempt to save himself.

"Are you alright?"

"Is everything ok?"

"That's a lot of bleeding. We ned to bring you to a medical-nin!"

"Someone go inform the Hokage that his son is hurt!"

He couldn't stand their worry.

It was suffocating him.

He bolted up and the people all blinked at this before he ran a hand through his hair.

"Don't worry! It was just a prank!" he announced, his famous forged grin across his face then everyone scowled and their concerned expressions disappeared.

He misdirect their feelings. He gained that skill when he would pull off parks and tricks, like his father back as child.

He would rather sit alone and watch the sun set and rise with no interruptions.

They all walked away, annoyance written over their faces and whispered insults that he should act more refined like his mother.

He snapped his vision back up to the top of Hokage Rock, hoping the man would be up their again yet failed to be. He clenched his fists tight, ignoring the steaming pain of dust and sand from his wounds, and began to walk towards the forest, knowing that the man must want to talk with him yet again. He knew it was a bad idea but he couldn't help but be compiled to follow.

Tracking through the forest, he limped along as he attempted to sense the man's charka but failed to do so with his limited knowledge of sensing charka. He scowled and looked around to see if he could find the man.

"Look at what we have here. A lost shinobi, in a world to full of love, that wants nothing but to be left alone."

He snapped around to find the man from a few nights ago greeted him and the man then grabbed his arm, pulling him towards the man.

"Oh, did that fall hurt you? I apologize about that but I need a sample to observe the fascinating phenomena going on within your body." the man said and he attempted to pull away but the man's strength over powered his own.

Then without a say, pain scoured into his right eye and he couldn't help but swear loudly from this. The man quickly released his arm from this as he fell to his knees, heaving from breath and clutched his eye tight. He sealed it shut and the man watched intensely at this.

He attempted to see out of his right eye but he could only see a world full of charka from that eye that conflicted with his other line of vision, screwing it up in his head. He didn't knew that each eye would try and process what both were seeing at the same time and it would cause so much pain. He sealed both eyes shut and swore again, swinging his body around to try and get himself back to normal.

"You didn't consult with your family or friends about your problem haven't you, boy?" the man questioned him and he snapped around to his voice, growling at this.

"Shut the hell up, bastard!" he shouted and opened his left eye to glare at the man but the man had already disappeared in sight.

"You've always wanted to be alone, though? You don't want to trouble others. Or could it be that you've been surrounded with the love of others so much now that it suffocates you. You consider yourself to be alone. You don't want anyone love or believe in anyone." the man stated and he scowled, annoyance written over his face that what the man said was true.

"Be quiet! I just prefer to be alone! I don't want to be constantly alone!" he shouted back at the man then the man's hand grasped his throat. He gasped at this and now struggled at the grip around his throat, his right eye still open to pray the man's fingers off him.

"You are lying, kid. I can easily tell." the man hissed at him and he spat towards him but that did nothing as the man had tilted his head away before it could latch to himself.

"Just admit it. You never liked anyone. You hate the feeling of love and worry being constantly around you like a fly you want to swat away but you don't want it to think that you hate it. You being quite pathetic for being the Hokage's son. I am not impressed with you lying to yourself. I'm disappointed that you do not want to be clear with yourself. Oh well." The man told him and then choked him tighter, his eye now bulging from his head as his breath began to fade.

He then closed his right eye and forced his left to open up, staring at the charka flowing within the body of the man. Veins throbbed across his skin and his iris transformed to a pale light blue and purple. Meanwhile his pupil had drained itself from black to pale lavender and he shouted out, "And so what if I want to lie to myself?! You have no right to tell me what I do! I am my own person! I will not be controlled by anyone!"

The man paused at this and then grinned wide at his words before releasing his grip on his throat. He dropped to the ground like a sack of potatoes and he heaved for breath, coughing as air flowed back to his lungs.

"Now that is something your father would say. I'm shocked with your current speech. I'll let you go and see what will infold until I choose to interfere. Although, I may have someone keep an eye on you as you unfold your wings. Now, I will take my leave. See you some time soon, Naruto Uzumaki's son." the man spoke to him then pain blinded him again before he sealed his eyes shut, causing again. He clamped his hands over his eyes and waited a minute for the pain to dull down. His thoughts ran wild as he attempted to get everything settled down and he swore again, hoping it would not take to long for the pain to fade away to nearly nothing.

Then after a few minutes of nothingness, he opened both eyes up to see that the man disappeared and his right eye returning to normal, being able to see things clearly.

But he knew that the man he encountered these past few days, knew too many things about him that he did not like.

He scowled and whispered out to himself, "I am who I am. I choose this path of being alone. I don't want to count on anyone. I can handle myself. I need no help. I am who I want to be. Nothing will ever change that."

Although in the shadows, the man grinned widely at this and hissed out, "I doubt that, boy.", before shivering away into the pure darkness evil.

The next day of classes, as he sat still, waiting for his sense to arrive, the doors opened quietly and everyone that had been talking silenced themselves. Instead of his sense, it was young boy, much like his own age, walked in.

The young boy with golden eyes glanced around the crowd of students as if he were looking for someone he had on his mind. His own bright blue eyes grew large at the sight of those familiar molten gold eyes that the man had and he clenched his fist tight enough that he could almost make them bleed. The young boy had tousled white-blue hair cut down to hi shoulders and unbelievably pale skin like snow. He bore a loose-fitting two-toned light and dark blue kimono, tied around by a grey Ono-Stylized belt, and a pair of navy pants that was also covered up by black calf-length shinobo sandals. The kimono hid his hands and a small grin across his face once he meet eyes with him.

"Now, class, this is the new student." his Sensi spoke once he got into the room and placed a hand on the boy's shoulder, "Introduce yourself."

The boy then removed his gaze from him and turned his attention back to the class.

"Hello everyone," he spoke and bowed at this, "My name is Mitsuki. I will be your classmate from here on out. Please treat me well."

The man's words rolled around in his head once he saw the familiar golden eyes, "Although, I may have someone keep an eye on you as you unfold your wings."

With that, he knew that he should avoid any contact with the young boy that already has many suspicions around him.

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