Boruto walked Yori back to the inn he was staying in, the soft light of the setting sun creating a romantic ambiance of Konoha's near empty streets. Yori noted that there was more bars and pubs than restaurants and stores. The brunette wondered if it was like this in all ninja villages or just Konoha. The shinobi must need the surge of alcohol to get over bad missions. Taking someone's must kill a part of you, too.
Yori forced the thought from his mind.
The walk to the inn was a mostly silent one, the two just enjoying being in each other's presence. The restaurant was close to the inn he was staying at (that's how he had found it in the first place) so it was a relatively short walk. Both men wished it would have gone on forever.
The inn was at the corner of two streets with a broken street light above. Boruto pushed his lover into that corner, away from the hungry eyes of the villagers that might stumble around them. The people of Konoha were big gossips, especially about the Hokage's family. He didn't need a rumor going around about the sexuality of the Hokage's troublemaking son, even if they would be true. His father would kill him.
"I walked you home; does that make me the man in this relationship?" Boruto teased, bringing a hand to his lover's cheek and grazing it with the back of his hand. Yori turned his face to follow the fingertips, nipping at them. Boruto laughed at the silly antics of the thirty four year old man in front of him. Some days, Yori acted more childish than him.
"If I wanted a woman in this relationship, I would have went after one," Yori grumbled out, grabbing onto the blonds' belt loops suddenly and pulling him flush against the man. Boruto blushed at the action, but didn't pull away. He quite enjoyed the warmth of Yori against his front.
Boruto leaned down to kiss the older man (Yori was only three inches smaller than his younger counterpart and he loved it and hated it at the same time) and they got lost in themselves on that darkening street in Konoha. The shadows around them became one with the darkness of the night.
Konoha was a bit odd in regards to homosexuality. The Village Hidden in the Leaves was progressing quickly into the modern era with the influx of technology, but some things kept them back in a more traditional style. Because of the many clans that made up the village and the stress they put on passing on their Kekkei Genkai to the next generation to insure that their bloodline continues on, the topic of homosexuality has not been accepted among with modern technology.
Open homosexuals were not beaten, they were not harassed; however they could be kicked out of their clans and erased from the family tree. Gay marriage was also a thing that was not legal.
Civilians tended to be more open minded than the shinobi due to them not having any Kekkei Genkai to pass on. Boruto sometimes wished he had been born to a civilian couple and that he couldn't practice ninjistu. Maybe then he wouldn't have to hide himself as much as he did now.
Among the shinobi ranks, Boruto could only identify one openly gay relationship and that was Imuzo Kamizuki and Kotetsu Hagane. No one minded them because they had been together for so long— as friends, partners, and life partners. The blond knew if word got out about his affair with a visiting civilian from another village, the people of Konoha would make up a fuss like no tomorrow.
The easiest thing was to keep his feelings for Yori hidden. Did Boruto enjoy living a life of a lie? No, but sometimes that was the only option one had.
Boruto turned over in bed and faced his poster of Kagemasa on his wall that was near the door to his room. Boruto wondered why people thought he was straight when he had a very large poster of a man on his wall and a very large, very well known crush on the character. Really, he wasn't doing much hiding. People only saw what they wanted to see. It was unfortunate that they wanted to see him as straight.
Boruto huffed and wiggled his head deeper into his pillow indent. He remembered when he had first figured out that he wasn't like other boys. When Inojin and Shikadai hit puberty, they started talking about girls and having crushes on them (Inojin had had a small crush on Sarada for two months and Shikadai had a crush on the same girl since he was sixteen and he refused to tell Boruto who it was; Boruto had half a thought that the young Nara heir had a crush on his mother). Of course, Metal had had a crush on Chouchou since the academy days, and that had turned out well for him in the end when he finally got over his anxiety and said yes when Chouchou asked him out.
With puberty came hair and odor and Boruto's face transforming into a bright red color when his male friends took off their shirts during training. He really didn't know how the other guys couldn't tell he was attracted to males.
Even before puberty, Boruto knew he didn't like girls as much as his friends did. He always preferred hanging with his male classmates than his female ones and he wasn't entranced by their long hair and kind smiles. At first he thought it was because he was used to the wicked way of girls from his baby sister turning on her Girl Charm on him and his father to always get her way, but as he got older he understood that he just wasn't drawn to girls like that.
Some days, when it was dark and lonely and being alone was too much, he wished he was sexually and romantically attracted to women; Sarada and him would've been great together.
As he aged, the loneliness got worse, like a frozen stone somewhere deep in his heart. His friends started pairing off and he was left alone, not able to be open with his friends and family about the men he would date.
It saddened him that there would always be a side of him that he would have to hide from his friends and family, the people that were supposed to love him despite his faults. Hell, they were supposed to love him because of his faults because he was human in his err.
Boruto grasped his hair tight, making it stick every which way. He would be getting no sleep tonight. That was nothing new for someone whose thoughts haunt them like ghosts in attics.
It had been three days since Boruto had last seen his beloved and he felt like he was going through withdrawals.
'Get a drip on yourself, you weirdo, you have only known him for about a week. It won't do you any good getting dependent on those chocolate eyes or those delicate arms or even that captivating face,' Boruto thought to himself as he was lying on his living room couch, arms thrown out, body like a star fish. His face was bright red with thoughts of Yori and he sighed, a longing thing.
"Why are you acting so weird?" Himawari asked as she peeked over the back of the couch to look at her older brother. Her long blue hair was up in a messy bun since she was just lounging around the house all day, but since her elder brother was acting weird she might just go up to her room and pretend like she was an only child.
Boruto didn't even open his eyes. He was used to Himawari being around and seeing him do weird stuff; she saw all sides of him he never wanted to show other people. That's siblings for ya.
"Go away, Hima, can't a guy be weird in his own home?" Boruto said as he made a shooing motion with his hands, trying to get his little sister to leave him alone with his thoughts. Thinking about Yori was about the only time he wanted to be alone with them. Usually they haunted him and destroyed him.
Himawari huffed and blew the loose strands around her face up, annoyed when they fell in exactly the same place they were before. "Big brother, why don't you love me?" Himawari pouted and jumped over the back of the couch, landing in a 'huf!' next toher brother on the couch. Boruto pushed her away as she was practically in his lap.
"Hima, give me some space, damn," Boruto growled out. "Also, mom hates it when you jump over the couch." Himawari rolled her eyes and scooted a centimeter away from her old brother on the couch, thighs no longer touching. Boruto sighed and accepted it because ehe knew that was all she would give.
The two Uzumaki's sat in silence next to each other, both lost in thought. Boruto was thinking about Yori and Himawari was thinking about Boruto.
"Nii-chan," Himawari started, biting her bottom lip, "How come you don't talk to me anymore?"
Boruto looked at his baby sister from the corner of his cerulean colored eyes. She sat upright, hands clenched on her knees. Boruto suspected that this was something that his sister had wanted to bring up to him for some time, but never had the opportunity to before.
"Baby sister, I talk to you all the time," Boruto forced a smile on his face and prayed that it threw the blue haired girl off of his trail. Himawari gave him a glare that told him she was not sold. He cursed the girl for having their mother's brains.
"You know what I mean, Bolt." Boruto winced at his family nickname being spoken in such a pointed way, hitting him directly in his heart. Himawari always knew where to hit him where it would hurt the worst. He guessed it was a sibling thing.
Boruto used his thumbs to crack the knuckles on all of his other fingers, the pop-pop-poping noise bringing him out of his mind space. Boruto looked over at his little sister, the first friend he ever had, and took a sharp intake of breath when he noticed the defeated look on her face. He looked at the girl next to him— no, the woman next t him; Himawari was sixteen now, she was no longer a girl—and thought maybe, just maybe, she would understand. They shared the same blood after all. Maybe they shared the same mind.
Boruto began tapping his calloused fingertips against the soft cotton blue pajama bottoms covering his knobby knees and opened his mouth to speak. "Hima… Do you ever get sad for no reason?"
Himawari looked puzzled. "When you're sad, isn't there always a reason?"
Boruto shook his head and tried again, suddenly desperate in his attempt to find someone that understood. "It is a sudden thing and it hits you when you least expect it, the sadness. Like, when you're with all your friends and you're happy and then you're just suddenly sad and you don't have a reason not to be happy, but for some reason despite all the happiness around you, you can't feel it inside. It's like the happiness around you isn't meant for you, it's like you don't deserve to be happy in any way."
Himawari's bright blue eyes got glassy with tears. She had always been easily moved to tears. "Big brother, I don't understand; is that how you feel?"
Boruto sighed, a guilty feeling heavy on his heart. Of course Himawari wouldn't understand. Yori may call Boruto 'Sunshine' but the real sunshine of the Uzumaki family was Himawari. Himawari, who always smiled; Himawari, who always lent a helping hand to their mother in anything she needed; Himawari, who brought bouquets of wild flowers to her father's office and decorated his desk with them. Himawari was the heart and soul of their family, she was their happiness.
He was heavy with the thought of Himawari now having to bear the load of his problems on her shoulders. As the older brother, it was his duty to lessen her problems, not create them.
"Sometimes," Boruto answered, not looking at her. He noticed the plants outside the living room window dance in the breeze and was suddenly jealous that of all creations he could have been born as, he had to be human. Human, with their problems, and their err, and their sins.
The blond boy continued on, as if unable to stop himself even though he really wanted to. "Sometimes there is a reason, but it stays longer than it should, and it runs deep. It scares me sometimes, Himawari. Even when I try to get myself out of my slump, I just dig myself deeper."
Sniffles came from his sister and Boruto was too occupied in his own mind to even look at her. He just kept staring out the window, watching the breeze tease the natural world outside.
"Why haven't you told mom or dad?" Himawari's voice was soft and weak and Boruto hated it, hated that he made her feel like that.
"What can they do about it?" Boruto bit out, suddenly angry. "All the knowledge will do is make them sad. I've already hurt them too much in my life; I refuse to add more weight on their souls."
"So you're going to endure it alone?"
Boruto brought his left hand close to his face and started ripping the hangnail off his thumb. "I've made it this far alone, what's stopping me from continuing?"
Himawari reached over and gripped her brother's tightly clenched fist. Botuo met her eyes, the same blue as his, a lighter and brighter shade then their own fathers. Boruto wished sometimes that his mother's genetics ran stronger in his DNA, tired of being a replica of his old man. Maybe if he looked more like his angelic mother, people would stop putting so much pressure on him. Or maybe there would still be pressure on him, eldest son of the Hyuuga heiress.
Himawari's blue eyes shone brightly with determination. Boruto was suddenly struck with the image of their father, and, strangely enough, Sarada Uchiha. She tightened her grip on his fist and Boruto unclenched his hand so she could instead lace her little fingers between his own.
"From now on, I will be there with you so you don't have to be alone." Himawari's voice was strong. She believed every word she said.
Boruto smiled at his baby sister, a melancholy thing. "Some things you can't fix or help, sister dear."
Himawari scowled an odd sight on her usually happy face. "Dad says that if you put your mind to anything and try you're hardest, then you can succeed in anything."
"And whatever dad says is the truth, huh?" Boruto asked with a sneer on his face, lips pulled back, (mostly straight) teeth on display.
Himawari sighed and pulled away from her brother, standing up from her spot on the white couch, making her way back to her room. "Boruto, I still don't understand you."
"That makes two if us," Boruto said as he stared back at his jagged nails, trying not to feel the cold loss of his sister at his side.
That evening, Hinata had sent her eldest on a mission to the market to get some green onions for that night's dinner. Boruto was so bored that he didn't even complain a little bit when she forced him out the door with a piece of paper that had only two words on it.
She would never let him forget that one time he was sent to the market for tomatoes and he came home with bags full of candy instead. It's been four years, let it go already. He's grown more as a person since then.
Boruto patted his front pocket to make sure that the money his mother gave him was still on his person. He had a bad habit of losing money.
Boruto was in the market, stalls of vendors lining both sides of the street. The stalls were open with people advertising their wares loudly and proudly. The smell of dirt and bread and sweets was in the air. Boruto always liked the outside vendors because it felt like he was in a different place than the now modern Konoha. Grocery stores had started popping up more and more throughout the village, but Boruto preferred the feel of the market to the harsh lighting of the indoor stores.
Boruto was fondling tomatoes at a stall when a familiar presence came up beside him. He could tell it was Yori by the smell of his cologne, a fresh scent that reminded Boruto of the air after a downpour in springtime. He also smelled vaguely of smoke and Boruto made mental note to ask later if the older man smoked.
"Hello, Sunshine, my Sunshine," Yori greeted, voice gruff and song-like. Boruto smiled and turned to his beloved. Yori greeted him with a delicate smile that lit Boruto's heart on fire. The blond frowned a bit when he noticed the dark circles under the older man's eyes that aged him at least five years.
"Not getting enough sleep, huh?" Boruto asked, placing the tomato down on top of the others. He needed to keep his mind on what he came to the market for: green onions.
Both men moved on to the next stall, one of fresh breads. Yori automatically looked at a loaf of rye while Boruto purchased a cheddar cheese loaf. The twelve year old selling the bread popped her gum as she gave the blond his change, and then quickly went back to reading her manga.
"Work has been a bitch lately," Yori sighed as the two walked farther down the rows. They stopped by the next stall, one selling glass trinkets. Boruto eyed an opaque glass panda that Himawari would love. Her birthday wasn't any time soon, but sometimes he liked to leave little gifts for his sister in her room and pretend he didn't know how they got there. Yori was looking at a tiny see through glass figurine of a bunny, smaller than the palm of his hand.
"Oh yeah," Boruto nodded at the remembrance that Yori was only in town for a business conference. He didn't want to think about the numbered days they had left together, it would only bring him down and right now he was feeling afloat. "What exactly do you do at the gaming company thing?"
Yori laughed. "You mean Garse Inc. How could you forget the company that makes your beloved Death Day III: Revenge of the Dead?"
Boruto laughed and rolled his eyes. "Oh, you're right, how could I ever forget?" The two shared a laugh and Boruto loved that twinkle in the corner of his brown eyes where the afternoon light hit just right.
Yori gave the shop keeper money for the tiny glass bunny, exchanging a small smile with the tiny old woman who ran the stand. He slipped the glass bunny into his front pocket of his jeans. Boruto wondered why he denied the stand keeper's offer of a bag to carry it in. A pocket doesn't sound very safe to carry glass with.
They moved on to another stand, not really interested in anything, just for something to do.
Yori smiled fondly at the blond next to him, and then let out a tired huff of air. "I make the character designs for a lot of Garse games. Me and a team of designers at the company quarters in Getsugakure debate over character designs for weeks, and then I have to travel all the way to Konoha and try and sell the character designs and budget to a bunch of suits who don't understand the heart and soul of creating a characters and the art behind it and who only want to debate with me over things they don't understand."
Boruto laughed at the disgruntled brunette next to him and led them toward a stand that was selling fruits and vegetables. His mother would literally kill him if he didn't get what she had asked for.
"It sounds like you're passionate about it. Do you actually do any of the drawing?"
"Sometimes. It's mainly we all have ideas of characters in our minds and we kinda just mesh them all together to make something we are all happy with. I am the department head so I am usually the one with the final say. I also have to stop artists from fist fighting each other in the work place. Sometimes, though it's very rare, someone comes up with a character we all love on the first try." Yori looked at Boruto as he searched through piles of green onion to find the perfect one for his mother. "I usually get away with putting whole characters in without a big fuss, as long as they're a background character. Kulea from Death Day IV is based off of my daughter."
Boruto froze when the mention of offspring. He turned stiffly toward the brunette, who didn't read the atmosphere change around them, humming to himself as he purchased pears.
"You have a kid?"
"Yup," Yori said, popping the 'p'.
"You're MARRIED?"
The brunette held his hands up in a defensive pose, finally understanding what was going on. Boruto was mad because he was now thinking that he was a side piece, something to mess around with in a different village where his wife won't hear about it. Someone to be forgotten when he went back home.
"I don't know how you guys do it in Konoha, but in Getsugakure when you knock a girl up you don't have to marry her anymore. Women don't need husbands to run a house and raise a child. Women are strong and capable and they can do whatever they set their mind to. Me and my baby girl's mom was a real short relationship. We knew nothing was really going to come out of it between us, at least not marriage. We broke up during her pregnancy. Me and the baby mama are really good friends, though. I live just down the street from them so I see them about once a week or so."
Boruto nodded, a sigh of relief exhaling from his ink lips. He blushed in shame for having jumped to conclusions. Yori laughed and waved his hands.
"No harm, no foul. I like to make characters out of the people I love. It immortalizes them somehow. Like, in seventy years, they're going to be all dead and gone, but those games? They will have them forever. Probably unplayable and either in a collection or a dump, but it is the thought that counts."
Boruto sent the brunette a flirty smile, then bumped his bony hip with his own. "Does that mean I'm going to get a character made of me in Dead Day V?"
Yori laughed, eyes turning into 'u's. He ran a hand through his brown hair and Boruto noted that at the temples, there was a barely noticeable hint of grey in the strands.
"Only time will tell."
Boruto and Yori smiled at each other, a secret sort of smile that only the two of them would understand.
Boruto quickly paid for the green onions and they went their separate ways.
It was the next evening when Naruto called Team Konohamaru to his office. Boruto vibrated beneath his skin, ready for a new assignment. It had been a long time since he had gone on a challenging mission and he was ready for one. His soul was calling for it.
Boruto was the last one to arrive in his fathers' office. He wasn't late, but Mitsuki and Sarada had a habit of arriving to appointments early. Boruto preferred not to be rushed.
When he walked in the room, he greeted everyone with a "yo" and a large smile, like his fathers genin sensei. Konohamaru laughed, a quick thing; Sarada huffed at his arrival; Mitsuki gave him a smile and said nothing, slightly robotic.
Boruto noted his father looked taken aback to see him, as if he didn't expect his son to come when he called for Team Konohamaru. Boruto was suddenly anxious, his stomach in knots. He tried to will it away, even though that had never worked before.
Konohamaru smiled brightly and turned toward his self proclaimed older brother. "Boruto is here now, so you can go on with the mission assignment, Hokage-same."
Naruto sighed wearily and ran a large hand through his short hair. Boruto noted that the Hokage cap was on a hook near the entrance of the office and the robes were draped over the back of his father's olive chair. Boruto knew nothing good for him would come out of his father's mouth.
"Boruto, you cannot go on this mission."
An intense rage coursed through Boruto's veins. Konohamaru's shoulders sank, expecting a knock down drag out fight between father and son to commence at any time. He was right.
Boruto rushed up to his father's desk and slammed both scarred hands down onto the dark wood surface, the wind from his action rustling the edges of papers near his hands.
"What the fuck does that mean?"
"Language," His father warned. Boruto ignored him, like he tended to do.
"You took me off medical leave last week! I'm on light duty, I can do the mission!"
Naruto leaned back in his chair and held up his hands. "Calm down, Bolt." The command made Boruto angrier somehow. Naruto continued on, face slightly contorted in barely contained anger. Konohamaru knew this would not end well for either Uzumaki. "If you would take a second to think for once, I put you on light duty. Light duty means you can only go on missions around the village. I am sending the rest of your team to a C ranked mission in the Land of the Waves."
Boruto crossed his arms angrily; pink and black track jacket rustling as he did so. "Then why don't you just take me off light duty? Reinstate me with my team so I can go on this mission." His voice was demeaning, as if he thought his father was too stupid to think of doing something as simple as reinstating his son.
Naruto rose to his feet in a swift motion. "Don't use that tone of voice with me, son."
"I thought in the Hokage office I wasn't your son?" Boruto sneered. Naruto softened, shoulders slumping. The onlookers in the room felt a sense of pity for their normally strong Kage. No one understood how this volatile boy came from two of the nicest people in Konoha. Himawari was nice and understanding, but Boruto had the temperament of a young Sasuke who believed the whole world was out for him.
"You're always my son, wherever we are."
"Then reinstate me!" Boruto demanded, stomping his feet like a child throwing a tantrum.
That set the Nanadaime off.
"Stop acting like a child! You won't get everything you ask for because you're my child! You demanding your job back makes me want to never give it back. I need rational, level headed ninja out there on missions and you're starting to prove to me that you are neither," Naruto growled out, tan fists clenched. "You haven't even confessed the reasons behind your actions on the last mission you had with your team. Do you remember that one? The one you almost died on?"
Konohamaru stepped between father and son and held his hands up. It felt like all he had been doing since Boruto was born was being the in-between for the two blonds. The brunette pleaded, "Why don't we all take a deep breath and calm down before we say something we regret."
There was a pause in the air and the jonin in the room was led to believe that the blonds would back off each other. Boruto would walk away and go home and Naruto would dismiss the rest of the team on a mission to another country. 'Since I'm fantasizing, why not make the two never fight again and world peace will last for eternity,' Konohamaru scoffed to himself.
Another beat of silence passed and everyone in the room was led into a false sense of security. Naruto sat back down into his plush olive chair, evening out his breath. Mitsuki and Sarada relaxed their stances from the high strung slightly defensive stance the argument between father and son led them to hold. Konohamaru stepped back to stand beside his student, the one he has known since he was born, a little ugly red thing with bright sunshine hair. He gripped his shoulder, amazed at how that baby grew up to be this capricious young man beside him.
Naruto wondered when his little baby boy— the one who used to hold on to him tight after he arrived from long missions away, the one who used to demand him to read bedtime stories, the one who would put on his flak jacket and pronounce that he was going to be exactly like his father, the one who hugged him every day when he got home from work, the one who would always try to hitch a ride on his father's broad shoulders—became the angry adult in front of him, bitter and resentful toward one of the people who gave him life.
Some days Naruto wondered what life would have been like if he turned down the offer to become Hokage and focused on his family instead. It hurt him to think about, so he tried not to. Sometimes it snuck in his thoughts, late at night when he was still in the office and his family was at home without him, when he couldn't remember the last time he told his wife he loved her much less kiss her or hold her, and sometimes when he passed his children in the street as a stranger to both of them.
Kakashi-sensei hadn't warned him about this aspect of Kagehood, but Kakashi didn't have a family at home waiting for him. Neither did Tsunade. Hiruzen Saratobi's own children were grown when he took the hat again after the fall of the Fourth. Naruto wondered that if his father and mother would have lived, would he be like Boruto and hate the position of Hokage because it would have taken his father away from him? Or would he have been understanding like Himawari, waiting patiently for any scrap of affection his father had time to give out?
He would never know.
As Naruto was about to apologize to his son for his outburst, the younger blond spoke up.
"I regret not coming home in a body bag," Boruto's vice was strong and unwavering. His blue eyes kept contact with his father's own blue eyes, as if they were the only two beings in the room. "I regret being born. Most of all, I regret being your son."
With that, Boruto walked out the room and down the hall and out the building, steps not faltering at all.
He left behind two shocked chunin teammates, a stammering Konohamaru, and a heartbroken Hokage.
A soft knock from the door called Yori to it. He barely heard it from his location on the balcony. The brunette quickly shoved what he was holding into the night stand. He wondered why his room had a balcony when all it faced was the dark alleyway between the two inns.
He opened it to reveal the face of his favorite blond. Yori smiled brightly.
"Have you finally came here to seduce me? I've been waiting." The blond laughed but it sounded sad and forced. He noted that the blonds' normally youthful faced looked aged and weary.
Yori stepped to the side and let his Sunshine into the room. Boruto walked over to the freshly made bed and collapsed onto it, head first.
"I fucked up, Yori," Boruto muttered, words muffled into the pillow. Yori sat on the bed next to the blond, legs crossed beneath him. He was used to muffled pillow talking, having a child of his own.
"What did you do this time, Sunshine?"
Boruto groaned. "God, you sound exactly like my old man. I don't know if I'm more fucking angry or more fucking sad."
Yori kept quiet.
"He made me so mad tonight, Yori. So mad. I don't think I've ever been that mad at him before. And he didn't deserve it; he was right. He's always right. Me, I'm the one that's always wrong. I'm fucked up. I said some fucked up shit to him tonight, baby, and I don't think I can ever take that back, ever recover from that."
Yori placed a comforting hand on the lower back of his baby. "The first step is to apologize. He's your father, and from what I hear a good man with a forgiving heart. He will accept the apology."
"He told me I was acting like a child tonight," Boruto turned over to face the brunette, and moved so his head was laying in the older man's lap. Soft unscarred fingers started running through long blond hair and Boruto closed his eyes. "It infuriated me. I hate when he acts all high and mighty." Boruto was starting to get mad again thinking about it all. "Basically said he knew what's best for me; that infuriated me more. He barely even knows me."
Yori caught his fingers on a tangle and softly extracted them before lodging them into another strand of golden blond. He noticed the blonde had streaks of dishwater blond in his hair, along with the gold strands.
"Were you acting like a child? Cuz it's starting to seem like you were."
Boruto ignored Yori's question and instead climbed into the older man's lap. He didn't want to think about his father anymore.
Blue eyes met soft brown ones. Boruto leaned down to kiss his lover, a soft and gentle thing. His emotions were everywhere and he didn't know what he was feeling anymore. He just knew he wanted to feel Yori. Yori made everything better.
He began kissing down the soft expanse of the brunette's neck. Yori hummed beneath him. Boruto bit down hard when his lips met the junction of throat and shoulder. Yori jerked beneath him and breathed out a growl, hips jerking up into Boruto's. Bortuo's entire body felt alight at the friction.
He reached down to lift off Yori's soft cotton shirt. Yori let him, kissing him afterward. The blond's hands wandered over the space of his chest, amazed at how scar less the white skin was. Boruto was always so used to seeing scars on his own skin and his comrades' that it was entrancing to see a civilian without a shirt on. They never had battle scars, their skin not a graveyard for past mistakes.
Boruto noted a small tattoo on his left hip; the room was too dark to see what it was of. When his hands followed the trail of dark hair from his navel to the metal button on the older man's jeans, Yori pulled his hands away. Boruto whined deep in his throat, high pitched and needy.
"No, Sunshine. Not like this. Not when you're still mad and sad and a mess of emotions. You deserve better than a distraction."
Boruto fell out of the lap he was sitting in, bouncing slightly on the hotel bed, understanding where Yori was coming from. A large part of Boruto agreed; it would be his first time and he didn't need the shadow of his fight with his father hanging over him, ruining it.
Yori scooted off the bed and searched through the bedside table. Boruto took the time to look around the inn room. It was a small room with a Queen sized bed covered in blue sheets. The walls were a soft beige and the nightstands and the dresser were a light honey oak color. The room didn't have a television, showing its age. Yori's room as a whole was impersonal and practical. Perfect for someone who wasn't planning on staying long.
Boruto noted that Yori had his dirty clothes all over the floor and a line of cute trinkets lining the top of his dresser. From his space on the bed, the blue eyed man noted that all the trinkets were of rabbits.
"Bunnies, huh?"
"Shut your mouth," Yori warned, face blushing. Boruto laughed, a high pitched twinkling thing that probably lasted longer than it should have.
Yori finally found what he was looking for and motioned for Boruto to follow him. They walked out onto the balcony. Boruto sat on the stone ground, forcing his legs through the bars, dangling six stories above the ground. Boruto stared at one of the walls of the alleyway, looking at its unclean surface. Yori sat down next to him, criss-cross, his bony ankles digging into the cement floor below.
Boruto noticed that Yori was holding something that looked like a cigarette, but when the older brunette lit it, it did not have the same smoke smell that the cigarettes Shikadai's father smoked sometimes.
"Are you smoking weed?" Boruto asked, confused. As he was a shinobi, as were all of his friends, he had never really been introduced to drugs. Shinobi were really into keeping their bodies in peak performance and drugs didn't equal peak performance.
"Yep. Wanna hit?" Yori asked, holding out his hand in offering.
Boruto sat there and looked at it for a few seconds. Then he reached out and took it from his lover. "Already broke my dad's heart tonight, let's see how much more he can take."
Soooo this chapter was sooooo long. I'm not planning on making drugs a big lot point in this fic, but it could happen. Prolly won't tho. Mainly, the drugs were so that Yori didn't seem so damn all knowing and perfect.
I have some issues with this chapter, like I don't necessarily like the Himawari part but I like it? I'm leaving it in, fuck it.