"I said I want to see him!"

"A-Ah, I'm terribly sorry but your father is-"

"BULLSHIT! HE IS NOT BUSY!" A young boy shoved the woman away before sprinting towards the hokage's office.

Smiling in victory, Bolt reached his hand towards the handle but something stopped him.

A rather familiar feeling crawled down his spine once he felt his body freeze.

"S-Shikamaru…" the boy smiled weakly, glancing back at the advisor.

Narrowing his eyes and sighing, he rubbed his temples.

"Bolt…" he said, his tone reaching a dangerous one.

"I'm going to see him!" the blonde snapped, trying to break free from the damn shadow jutsu. "That stupid, ungrateful, piece of shit is not busy! I know he's not!"

"That wasn't very nice." The shinobi frowned, walking past him and towards the door. "He's the hokage, he's always busy-"

"HE'S BEEN BUSY MY ENTIRE LIFE!"

Shikamaru paused before scratching the back of his neck.

"You're too loud." He said quietly.

"Very." Another voice seemed to have pushed its way into the conversation causing Bolt to flinch before slowly glancing up at his dad.

Naruto had a piece of paper in his bandaged hand while the other was on his forehead, irritation visible on his features.

"Bolt, I'm not in the mood for your complaints."

Immediately, anger flashed across the young Uzumaki's face.

"What the hell, dad?!"

"Shikamaru, take him somewhere safe…go play with your friends, son." the hokage frowned. "I'm busy."

"BULLSHIT!"

"Go. Now."

His eyes filled with disgust, anger, and betrayal, Bolt slapped away Shikamaru's reassuring hand before sprinting away.

"Seventh…" Shikamaru sighed, giving him a rather disappointed look.

"I said I'm busy."

"Busy doing what?"

"Stuff."

Silence.

And then,

"You should go and talk to your son…I'll do the rest of these documents." He said, lazily grabbing the paper away from Naruto.

Naruto said nothing before heading back into his office.

"Hey, Shikamaru," he started.

"Hm?"

The shinobi turned his gaze from the papers to the hero before him.

"Hinata hasn't been saying anything again…"

Shikamaru closed his eyes before opening them again, letting these familiar words sink in.

"Again?" he mumbled, closing the door behind him.

Naruto nodded, plopping down on his chair with a sigh.

"She's just…tagging along with me again…never saying her own thoughts, feelings, or opinions." He grumbled, resting his head on his desk. "We can't even fight about it because she apologizes before I can even get angry! But if she's not going to fix it then why apologize in the first place?! This is so annoying! Why can't she talk to me for once in her goddamn life?!"

"Nar-I mean seventh," the advisor blinked. "Give it time-"

"It's been weeks already. How much longer do I have to wait?" Naruto snapped, his weary eyes only finding interest in the designs of his desk.

Another moment of silence.

Shikamaru sighed – he's been sighing a lot lately – before mumbling something under his breath.

"Look, I've been giving you as much advice I could offer for the past couple of years." He said, slightly annoyed. "And for the last time just-"

"I'm not divorcing her."

Shikamaru could only give him a small look of exhaustion before sighing again.

"Whatever you say."

Bolt stormed through the village, ignoring the dirty looks the villagers were throwing at him.

His hands were shoved in his pockets as he mumbled a multiple of curse words under his breath.

"Crappy, stupid, idiot, retarded-OW!"

A huge amount of force slammed into Bolt, knocking him down with such strength that for a moment, he forgot to breathe.

"WHAT THE HELL-?!" he started but stopped himself the moment a pair of sparkling emerald green eyes pierced themselves into his sky blue ones.

"S-Sorry!" the boy laughed, helping him up. "I didn't see you."

"Are you an idiot?!" Bolt snapped, swatting his hand away before brushing himself off.

"Ah, I didn't really mean to-"

"Shut up. I don't care." He growled.

That was when something about the boy caught Bolt's eye.

That was strange…

Why did this idiot look almost identical to his dad?

It wasn't just the color of the hair but…

But there was something about him that reminded Bolt of his own father.

He must be imagining things.

There was no way that this kid was related to his father in any-

"Shina!" a girl's voice this time rang in Bolt's ear.

"Ah, hi, Sarada!" the boy named Shina smiled.

"What are you doing-oh, Bolt." She blinked, her expression blank.

"You know him?" Shina smiled weakly.

"Yeah…why?"

"Uh, hello? Your freakin boyfriend ran into me." Bolt hissed.

"He's not my boyfriend." She frowned, deeply annoyed by that statement.

"Yeah! She's my sis-"

"FRIEND! IM HIS FRIEND!"

Silence.

"You don't make friends, Sarada." Bolt said, narrowing his eyes.

"I made one now." She said coldly. "And unlike you, I actually have some."

Bolt winced at her tone before crossing his arms.

"Whatever."

"I ran into him by accident." Shina squeaked.

"And why were you running?" she sighed, pulling at his cheeks.

"T-There's a competition." He smiled.

"Huh?"

"Finish the mega ultra-bowl of ramen in twenty minutes or less then the next three meals you get at that place is free."

"That's stupid." She snapped.

"I'm going to win it!" he laughed, grabbing her wrist. "It was nice meeting you, Bolt!" he exclaimed, sprinting away with the protesting Uchiha.