Heyyyy! I'm back with a much shorter chapter but it's all I could cook up for the time I have so sorry guys ':D I still hope you like it though!
And also I decided to postpone the Q&A and give you all a bit more time to ask some questions..So chapter 9 will contain your questions (and overall comments) and my answers so yeap.
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UPDATE
Guess who's writing the new chapterrrrr! This galllll!
Boruto felt like a cold bucket of water was thrown at him. His whole body froze in an instant as the all familiar eyes stared at him with recognition.
Did she just-..?
He stumbled for words. 'Uh, I'm not-..'
'Cut the crap. I've known it's you all along' she spoke, simply looking at him; her face neutral. There wasn't any pissed off expression following the harsh words and it really made Boruto feel some type of way.
'…How?' he finally asked as she stepped away, taking back the personal space between them. The sudden loss of her presence made his mask cripple even more as he felt even more horrible looking at her from a far.
'How could I not, when you've been avoiding me all day and acting like a couple of idiots?' She spoke up.
'We u-um-..'
'I know striving to mess with my head is some type of entertainment for you, Uzumaki, but at least try to remember we're on a mission.' She spat out, cold onyx eyes meeting his masked blue ones. As she turned around to leave, he plucked up the courage to grab her hand.
'I-I wasn't trying to mess with u Sarada I-..'
'Save it.' she cut him off, pushing his hand away. As their eyes met once again, Boruto could see a tiny glimmer of hurt swimming in her eyes before it disappeared as a voice yelled behind them.
'Boruto, I've managed to get away from the fa-…' Mituski's huffed voice died down as he came across Sarada and him. His widened eyes landed on the raven haired kunoichi as she gave him a sharp glare.
'Sarada..we-..'
'Like I fucking care.' She said, pushing past him and entering the hotel.
'…What happened?' Mituski asked as Boruto undid his jutsu.
'She knew all along.' Boruto replied bitterly; an image of the hurt in her eyes replaying through his mind.
How could I be so stupid!? What was I thinking going in to kiss her? The plan was to just impress her and make her open up. But she knew all along…so she knew and pretended to go along. There was never a Damien Nakamura in her eyes, she saw right through me.
Boruto clenched his jaw, raw determination consuming his body. 'I'm going to talk to her.' He announced, attempting to go after her before a hand blocked his path.
'I don't think that's such a good idea.' Mituski advised, locking eyes with him.
'You saw her, she's obviously mad at us.'
'And she has every right to be.' Mitsuki said. 'We tried deceiving her and ignored her all day, of course she'd be angry.'
Boruto tsked, gripping Mituski's shirt. 'How can you be so calm about this? If you knew the outcome why didn't you say anything back then? Why now?'
Mitsuki still felt unbothered by his angry demeanor 'I didn't know she knew, but I knew the plan was risky. I couldn't exactly persuade you differently since you had already gotten yourself into it.'
The grip on his shirt loosened as Boruto let him go. He was right after all. It was all my fault, and he was just being a good friend.
'I'm sorry.' He apologized, flashing him a regretful glance 'I'm just so confused right now.' He gripped his head, looking at the ground. 'She knew.'
Mituski observed him as the blonde staggered around the garden.
'What happened between you two before I came?' he asked, making Boruto snap his head up.
He debated whether or not to tell him.
'We…I almost kissed her.'
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'There you guys are! I've been looking for you all over the hotel.' Konohmaru yelled from the hallway, gushing them towards his room.
'We were just talking a little walk to fuse off.' Mituski explained, seeing as Boruto still sulked in the back.
'Fuse off?' Konohmaru started, but decided not to question after all 'Nevermind, come sit. I have to talk to you about the information I found.'
That made Boruto lift his gaze a little, as they sat down on the wooden bed.
'Konohamaru sensei.' Boruto called 'You can call Sarada too, she deserves to at least be here with us.' He crossed his hands, making Konohamaru lift a brow.
'Didn't you insist not to tell her anything? Since when did you change your mind?'
'…'
'Weee…kinda explained everything to her.' Mituski elaborated, looking at Boruto who went mute once again.
'…I'm guessing that didn't go well.' Konohamaru concluded, examining Boruto's troubled expression.
He sighed. 'I told you guys, no funny business.'
The room fell silent, nobody wanting to continue.
'Well I guess it can't be helped. Just find a way to apologize, or else.' He gave Boruto a sharp glare to which Boruto huffed.
'Fine…Get to the business already.'
'Right, well I did manage to find something, although it wasn't that much help. The Jashimada thieves changed their names and faces, but thanks to the photos we received, Sarada was able to recognize them through their masks.'
'Wait what? You said you didn't tell her anything!?'
'I said I wouldn't tell her about Damien, not that I wouldn't tell her information about thieves.' Konohmaru lifted a knowing index finger. 'And speaking about Damien, the hallway that leads to 'his' room is swamped with paparazzi and crazed fans, and they're getting suspicious he's not answering. You do remember our deal?' he asked the blond.
Boruto let out an exaggerated sigh. 'Yeah, I'm on it.' he got up 'Just tell the info already.'
'Like I said, there's not much. They paid with cash and gave out minimum information, probably all false as well. The only valuable data we found is the date they checked out. May 28th'
'That was yesterday' Mituski said.
'Aww we missed them?' Boruto yelled 'Man, this sucks.'
'They couldn't have gotten that far. But at this point we don't know which route they took. I tried looking through the security camera footage but that wasn't much help either.'
'So, what are we going to do?' Mitsuki asked.
'For now, let's just get a good night sleep. We'll decide what to do next tomorrow.'
'So, that's that? Just sleep?' Boruto asked irritated.
'Well in your case there won't be much sleeping' Konohamaru smirked seeing the blond's snaky attitude drop. 'Now get back up there and give the paparazzi what they want, otherwise they'll never leave you.'
'Oh God, no! What am I even suppose to do?'
'Just shout through the walls, or show up in your boxers or something. Act like a vulnerable pop star you are.'
They both snickered, Boruto's pissed off face making it harder to quiet down.
'Ha ha, real funny. Mituski, would you help a brother out?' he turned towards the blue haired boy.
'Sorry, but I'm feeling a bit tired from today. I think it's best I get some sleep.' He smiled neutrally.
'Wha-.. you're leaving me to deal with those crazed girls!?'
He yelled, his body panic stricken as he imagined the horror.
'Oh come on now' Konohamaru spoke through a laugh as he lightly showed him out the door. 'The sooner you finish, the sooner you can get back to Sarada.' He winked, shutting the door in front of his face.
'That-… that's not fair!' Boruto yelled at the closed door, glad that no one can see his burning blush.
'Life's not fair. Oh, and use the window, Romeo!' Konohamaru's voice bellowed from the other side.
Boruto groaned.
Looks like it's going to be a long night.
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It was around 1 AM that the paparazzi gave up and called it a night.
Boruto heaved a sigh, getting up from his bed as he coughed; his voice sore from yelling and talking with a high pitch. Thankfully, he managed to inform the receptionist he'd be leaving tomorrow and get back up with minor number of fans finding out.
Phew, that was quite stressful and exhaustive. – He thought as he debated weather or not to just spend the night in there.
Sarada must be asleep by now, anyway.
He paced around the room, before he decided to go to hell with it and climbed out the window.
The gushing wind made it a bit reckless for him to be clambering on the hotel's walls but the only thing set on his mind was avoiding the security cameras.
After he had skillful pushed open the window leading to the hallway he got himself in, dusting off his clothes.
She must've fallen asleep. –was what was going through his mind as he quietly creaked open the door to their room, eyes instantly falling on an empty bed. His upped a brow, analyzing the dark room; his gaze stopping at the opened balcony doors and a girl in front.
The only thing that made him recognize her was the small lit lamp on the porch, illuminating her right side.
He stepped a bit closer, palms getting sweaty as he gathered enough courage to talk to the oblivious girl standing outside.
But just as he was about to go out, he stopped, eyes getting wider.
Sarada was hunched over, her small hand wrapped around her right shoulder, fingernails digging into the soft skin as she whimpered quietly. The sound was low but loud enough for the blond to pick up from their distance.
Boruto felt a surge of panic shoot through his body, as he swore he could feel the pain himself.
She- she's hurt!? …But ho-..?
And then it all flashed through his mind.
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Was I-I the one who did that to her!?
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