Current Ages:
Boruto: 12
Himawari: 10
A/N: When writing out these final chapters, I imagined Boruto and Himawari slightly different from their canon selves in terms of personality and behavior.
This is a Boruto and Himawari that do remember time traveling back seeing all of the adults they know as teenagers (especially their parents Naruto and Hinata) albeit with some things having been forgotten over the years, but because of those memories of all that happened to them they won't act exactly the same, thought it would be more interesting that way!
Also, some new Team 7 and future generation friendship! (It won't make sense if I don't include them, avoiding any shipping just small hints) Anyways, enjoy!
Epilogue Part 1: The Possibilities of 'If'
'They should really lower their voices.' Boruto considered.
He can hear Mom and Dad's light conversation from his room, the creaking of the front door being shut, the flickering of the light switch in the kitchen being turned on…
"Naruto, you need to get proper rest in an actual bed! You can't accurately do any type of paperwork or reading half asleep." He hears Mom lightly admonish Dad, picturing her already taking him by the hand to guide them to their bedroom.
"Hmm, well I'm not sure how much sleep I'll possibly get seeing you in this nightgown!" He replied back smoothly and he winces at hearing the light squeak escape from Mom and her probable blush, knowing he's twisted the conversation to something perverted and silly to stop her worrying.
And he snaps his eyes shut at what can only be the sounds of them kissing soon after.
Ugh.
'Ew, I've heard way too much now!'
But he's sure neither know he's up right now. Yes, most people aren't typically up at 2:07 am unless it's for work or being unable to sleep.
He's in the latter.
For two weeks now his insomnia had returned, leading to restless nights like this. Moonlight passed through his blinds once more, silver light casting mini shadows against his strewn clothes, games, and books.
He pauses again at hearing the sound of footsteps against the oak flooring, heartbeat pounding into his ears as he buried himself quickly back into his blankets.
'Relax, they always do this.'
Seconds later he hears the faint cracking of his own door opening and he pushes himself to stay still, to even his breathing.
"How's Boruto been? No pranks or trouble at school, right?" Naruto asks.
"Shino hasn't reported anything to me lately, so I would say no." Hinata reasons back.
They watch him for what feels like an hour when really it's only a minute or two until he finally hears the sound of their footsteps pattering away, closing his door as quietly as possible to check on Himawari next.
'I don't want them to worry about this.'
Boruto sat up slowly, ignoring the ache in his chest at imagining the worry in his parent's expressions at knowing he hadn't gotten a good night's rest in so long.
He knew the cause behind this after all.
'That stupid Time Police guy from so long ago, ever since that incident I keep experiencing nights like this every now and then, seeing his cold gray eyes staring me down again leading me into another cycle of endless dreams.'
He looked to his reflection then, cerulean staring back at him still haunted by the past.
Slowly, he felt his hands tightening into fists against his sheets.
If he could go back now, he could be the one to rid of the world of Takeda, show him just how strong he was and torture him in the same way he had done so gleefully to him during those long days in his captivity.
Dad hadn't wanted to finish him off, but he would if he had the chance.
And then he was sure these nightmares and sleepless nights would end…
'If…'
-X-
"Aren't you going to be late for school?" Himawari questioned.
Through a haze of drowsiness indigo hair and cobalt eyes slowly come into focus, hovering over his bed before moving towards his window and flooding his room with light.
Her gaze regards him carefully, taking in his tangled blond hair, crumpled white t-shirt, and the dark bags he's sure that sit heavy underneath his eyes…
It clicks quickly then, hating that his sister could read him so well without saying a word.
"Have you…have you been getting enough sleep big brother?" She begins casually.
Boruto shrugs in response, scoffing as he turns away from her knowing stare towards his bedroom clock.
'Only 30 minutes to get ready before first period.'
Goosebumps sting and crawl up his skin when he peers back to Hima, calmness having twisted into annoyance at his apparent ignoring of her.
Crap.
"Answer my question." Himawari demands, already moving her hands up in preparation for a gentle fist or worse.
"I'm fine Hima, honest! I just haven't been sleeping well lately is all." Boruto responded quickly. The last thing he needs is to be tired and in pain.
White returns back to blue, worry passing in his sister's features that painfully reminds him of Mom. He swallows down a forming knot before it can burn at his throat.
"I knew it. Your insomnia is back; isn't it? You need to tell Mama or even Papa. They can prescribe you that nighttime medicine again or-"Himawari starts.
"No! No medicine, it makes me too sleepy and unfocused you know!" Boruto interrupts her, sighing at her pout.
He can feel the familiar throbbing of his heart rate picking up, a cold numbing sweat gathering at his fingertips and sliding down. Whatever she's going to say next will clearly make him mad, bother him for the rest of the day lingering in the back of his mind.
Himawari crosses her arms, regarding him flatly. "Well if you won't tell Mama or Papa; I will."
And Boruto grits his teeth not to swear or make some mean remark back.
Hima is just worried about him after all, besides Mom and Dad she's the only person who can see when he's truly putting up a façade. Who remembers the past just as well as him...
"Alright, alright. I'll stop by the old man's office during lunch break or as soon as school ends. Just let me be the one to do it." Boruto amends, pleased to see a bright grin return back to her face.
"Okay! Now hurry up and come get some breakfast! Mama prepared some rice, fish, and eggs just the way you like!"
Boruto nodded, throwing off his blankets before pausing at seeing Himawari still watching him before turning to go.
"What?"
She shook her head, glancing back into the hallway looking both ways before pulling a kunai from her sleeve. The metal caught a gleam of sunlight. It looked brand new, fresh.
"Auntie got it this new one for me after the old one broke in half, I've been training with her!" Himawari explained in an excited whisper.
Boruto arched a brow, where was the Himawari that used to enjoy drawing and hopscotch more than training?
"Do you even want to actually be a ninja Hima? You used to enjoy coloring and painting in the afternoons with Inojin, always asking when he was coming by so he could be your 'student' again for practicing those super beast drawings…"
Himawari only huffed as her cheeks turned a light shade of pink, frown deepening at Boruto's grin. "Erg! That was when I was like 5 you know! Next year if I really show improvement, then Auntie and Grandpa can begin teaching me more ninjutsu and techniques with my byakugan!"
That was all Himawari sometimes talked about with him, joining the academy and perfecting her skills.
And always when he asked why she so badly wanted to learn such things it would be based on a necessity for any emergency.
"You might not be always around to protect me big brother..."
Sighing Himawari swerved out of his room, voice echoing down the hall. "Hurry up before I eat your portion too!"
Boruto moved towards his closet, pulling out his trademark black jacket.
'When did things change so much?'
-X-
It's hard to focus having class outside.
The air is too warm, spring in full force among white and pink blossoms stirring about. Puffy clouds pass over them intermittently, shadowing them from the rising heat of the afternoon.
'It was a day like this when Hima and I went back in time…'
He finds his gaze continually wandering to the ongoing construction and rebuilding of the academy, something he had played a role in inadvertently destroying.
If he could go back again, he could prevent the building getting damaged and do so much more. Did any scrolls from the past years remain discussing the topic of time travel? More importantly, did the time watches still exist?
"Mr. Uzumaki, I would appreciate it if you focused on our lesson." Shino-sensei reprimands him gaining back his attention earning him a light wave of snickers and grins.
Everyone's eyes are on him.
And normally he wouldn't mind such attention, ready to dazzle and show off a new trick or idea he's come up with, but not now.
Still, he needs to keep up the act.
"How can I help you Shino-sensei?!" Boruto asks brightly, following his point towards a complex formula to be solved.
Luckily, it isn't one he doesn't know how to figure out. Mom has made him study a variety of calculations related to helping with drug dosages at the pharmacy and more during the summers over the years…
Or for when he's being punished.
He can tell Shino-sensei had been hoping to stump him, ignoring the rise of whispers that come as he finishes writing out the solution.
"That is…correct. Though I would appreciate it if you would focus the remainder of time on the lessons."
"No problem!" Boruto chirped back, crossing his hands behind his head as went to go sit back down in his spot.
Mitsuki's golden snake eyes follow him the whole way back, same eerily cheery grin plastered upon his face when their gazes meet briefly. He's still the most enigmatic and strangest student in their class, no their entire school.
Though he doubts he knows his ultimate plans, he hasn't spoken them aloud to anyone.
'Ugh, maybe I should've gotten it wrong on purpose.' He considers further, still feeling the heavy stare of one last particular classmate on him.
Sarada.
She quickly looks away as soon as he dares to make eye contact and he restrains back a scowl before turning to face forward again.
He doesn't need to risk getting another detention today…
But Sarada could ruin all of his best laid plans.
-X-
"So the big Kage summit thing is going to be held here in Konoha this year, gotten any ideas to ruin it?" Shikadai asks him point blank.
Boruto pauses his game before looking up to him, midway in his bite of the new jalapeno burger Thunder Burger has just rolled out as limited offer for all the tourists and business sure to come to mark the occasion.
Inojin leans in closer to hear his response, peering up from his latest drawing in amusement as well. "Well Shikadai, you just know Boruto here wouldn't pass up an opportunity to embarrass his Father Lord Seventh in front of all the other world leaders!"
He grimaced at how casual he sounded, as if they were talking about something as mundane as the weather or their meals.
He wasn't that bad with his Dad, was he?
"Well Inojin if you must know the big secret, it involves paint and the Hokage monument." He notes back mockingly.
The smiles leave both their faces instantly, Shikadai yawning while Inojin leans back against the cushioning of the booth.
"Hmm, sounds like something Lord Seventh used to do in his youth. Got to be more original than that!" Inojin states coolly, going back to his painting.
Ouch.
He doesn't expect his two closest friends to understand though, he needed to say something though considering there won't be a prank this time.
Anyways, before the day is over he has to go to the Hokage Office or Himawari will tattle on him.
A moment he's been dreading.
"You guys don't get it! My old man's drawings are crap so I-"
"Yours are crap too." Shikadai interjects to which Inojin snickers in agreement. Boruto isn't about to waste their time again going on a long tirade of hating Lord Seventh and the job of the Hokage.
When they all know for the most part it's the complete opposite.
He glances to his watch: 3:00 pm. Maybe Dad is getting out of a meeting so he'll have a break for them to talk in private.
"Whatever, I don't expect either of you to really understand." He scoffs, getting up from their table.
"Where ya going off to now?" Shikadai questions, furrowing a brow at his sudden behavior.
'I'm sure he's not that mad over our comments. What's going on with him lately?'
Boruto forces on a grin though, halfway turning back to him and the rest of his classmates.
"Out, have some other tasks to take care of! See you guys later!" He waves.
He leaves before anyone can ask any more questions.
His steps take him in the direction of the monument, feeling a familiar heat settling in the pit of his stomach.
He's being followed.
By her.
Honestly if Sarada is going to track him, she could stand to at least put on a disguise. Her trademark red clothing marked with the Uchiha family crest and dark hair stick out, particularly when her glasses beam against the sunlight from certain angles.
Time to use the clones.
"Scatter!" He announces to clones 1 and 2 going right while 3 and 4 go left.
He meanwhile blends into the crowds, glad for a row of shoppers and tourists bundled together practically snapping a photo of everything in sight.
Eventually their game of cat and mouse ends at the top of the Hokage monument, it didn't last long considering Sarada activated her sharingan early in the 'game' to find him among the fakes.
"Any reason why you're following me?" He asks.
And Sarada straightens, pushing up her glasses up as she studies their environment for any other traps he may have in mind.
"I won't let you cause any further property damage if I can help it! Lord Seventh doesn't need any further trouble from you!"
He looked towards her fully then, same hardened expression of coal black orbs glaring back. He wished silently not for the first that she looked more like Auntie Sakura than Uncle Sasuke who he looks up to…
"You're in luck; I don't plan to!" He gives a fake cheer. There aren't any colorful paint cans or brushes nearby all things considered; that should be enough to clue her in.
It isn't!
Because Sarada only regards him in puzzlement now. "What? Is this some new trick of yours to try and distract me or let my guard down?!"
Rolling his eyes, Boruto nods. "Yeah, sure."
"Well, it won't work whatever it is you're doing or planning!" She hissed, surprised he wasn't rising as usual to snap back at her.
'Time isn't on my side today.'
Then again, it never seemed like it was lately.
"Aren't I just an 'idiot' as you enjoy calling me, like 2 hours ago when we got out of class even after I got that question right? Why are you so worried about what I'm doing; can't a guy sit alone in peace to think?" He questioned her coldly, amusement filling him at the flash of hurt in her eyes.
Good, she wouldn't try to get involved now; he hoped.
Cheeks burning, her eyes flickered crimson as her fists coiled before she hurriedly relaxed them. Gazing up again she sees Boruto creeping towards the rock's edge, a cloud passes over them and he hops down.
"Wait!"
She peers down only to see a poof of air falling to the wind.
'A clone.' Her breathing calms, heartbeat slowing down.
Concern and worry twist quickly into frustration and upset.
He had fooled her again.
-X-
"Honey, maybe you should go rest. I'll finish up with the plates." Sakura notes at Sarada's vigorous scrubbing of one plate, not even seeing the thin darkening cracks starting to litter about it from her action.
She knows her daughter hasn't had a good day when she saw the indents of fists smashed against the trees outside their home, putting any object near her fingertips now is sure to cause them to break.
"I'm fine." Sarada mutters, though the glass she picks up next soon becomes riddled with tiny crevices, each growing wider with her pressure to get out an apparent smudge.
"No, you aren't." Sakura exhales patiently, taking the crystal cup away before it can shatter and create cuts in her skin.
Jade meets obsidian quietly, Sasuke's voice cutting through the tension.
"Does this have anything to do with Naruto's son?"
For a moment, they both seem to have forgotten he's there. His presence a reminder that it's the beginning of the month…
When he makes his daily return back to Konoha.
Any glance in his direction now though and he'll know instantly he's right, meaning he'll go to Lord Seventh asking again why his son keeps bothering his daughter…
'Um, their teammates and also classmates?' Naruto questioned, unsure why Sasuke took this so seriously.
Enough to interrupt the final pieces of paperwork he needs to sign before he can head home.
"I'm aware of her team assignment." He states tediously.
Normally Naruto would be ready for an argument, ready to question what's wrong with his son, the way he assigns missions and each team/jounin instructor. He can picture past times he's yelled, causing piles of paperwork to become a sea of white on the ground.
Anything could typically rile him.
But it's late in the evening, nearly night now as the sky grows an amber-violet mix and he regards him more like he's annoying fly on the wall than actually hearing him out.
"Maybe you should ask Sarada, she's the one who changed her mind in the end about being transferred."
It was annoying that he made a good point.
But Sarada can be…difficult to talk to.
Like now.
The beginnings of Sakura's mouth twitches from a frown to a smile, happy for his additional comment when their eyes meet.
"Is Boruto the cause of your anger?" She asks gently.
"No!" Sarada snaps back too quickly, stomping off to her room before either can respond or ask more questions.
Maybe she should just skip out on the rest of dinner preparations to avoid any further prying, ignoring her stomach's growl in protest at even the thought.
Being alone will help calm her thoughts, settling against her blue duvet and pillows as she moves her glasses aside. Her room is serenely cool, pressing warm cheeks to her pillows and blocking out the ring of teasing in Mama's voice, of Papa's narrowing eyes as she rushed up the stairs nearly two at a time to get away.
A continuous tapping at her windowsill takes her out of relaxing, vision blurry as she stirs to see a dark figure watching her.
She balls her hands up instantly, heart and mind jolting awake until with glasses hurriedly put back on she realizes who it is.
'Mitsuki?'
She moves to open her window just a crack, pale arms helping her slide the frame up bringing hot evening air in and enough for his words to carry into the quiet of her room.
"Want to know what Boruto's up to?"
-X-
'When was the last time I came here?'
He can feel his legs wanting to melt against freshly polished mahogany, eager to go off the beaten path and seek out the supposed secret passages and rooms Dad used to tell him and Himawari about through way of bedtime stories.
He presses himself into all dark corners, avoiding where he hears the rhythm of footsteps, sees the shadow of a figure, or a whispered conversation.
'I'm an hour late.' Boruto reminds himself, knowing this would've been easier if he had simply gone here straight after school ended instead of opting for Thunder Burger with everyone else.
His stomach churns, acid swirling faster and slushing about and for a moment he all wants to do is turn back around and forget he ever came here…
And then he hears it, a familiar laugh then yawn.
Dad.
Shikamaru's voice follows quickly after as he makes another left, pausing to think one last time by resting against the main double doors that will lead into the Hokage's office.
No, there's no point in thinking anymore on this.
"That's the last of all the budget paperwork for each new business that I needed to sign, right? No more until next month?" Naruto questions.
"Of course, as long as the vendors don't have any questions regarding merchandise pricing in comparison with other villages or what can and can't be sold in the markets." Shikamaru answers back smoothly leading to Naruto's groan.
"You've finished early today, so maybe you should-"Shikamaru stopped, gazing towards the entrance.
Naruto tracks his stare, blinking at the sight of Boruto suddenly there.
Shikamaru blinks before smiling and nodding towards him to come further in instead of staying huddled by the door. "Speaking of which, I was just about to say your old man here should head home to his family early!"
Though his grin evaporates at seeing the somberness in his expression, shoulders slacking down as Boruto gives only a weak smile in return.
Scratching a cheek, he flicks towards his pocket for pulling out his last cigarette of the day.
"Think I'll go take one final smoke break before heading home, you two holler if you need anything."
Naruto waits until the door is fully closed, studying Boruto carefully. He's typically the last person he goes to in times of emergency, this must be serious.
He straightens up in his seat, worry setting in at his continued silence before gesturing for him to take a seat.
"Everything alright Boruto?"
And Boruto opens his mouth, shutting it just as fast before shaking his head.
"No."
-X-
The previous time he and Dad were alone together was when he took him to Ichiraku's for a late night meal, smell of broths, meats, and vegetables permeating the air between yells of orders.
He had refused to admit to liking the ramen, but he didn't need to.
Dad could see it on his face.
And like then, he's sure Dad can see something is troubling him without speaking any words at all. He's awkwardly put on a hand to his shoulder as he moves to sit beside him, seemingly afraid he'll immediately brush it away or scoot back.
He doesn't.
'Maybe I really do make Dad uncomfortable.' Boruto wonders, reminded of Himawari's comments that Papa won't get to know him better if he won't open up.
"I haven't been sleeping well lately." He speaks up to break the silence between them.
Naruto simply frowns. "How long has it been going on?"
"Two weeks, nearly three." Boruto finishes, squeezing his eyes shut at knowing what's coming.
A deep sigh escapes Naruto, patting his back and when he opens his eyes again he finds him gazing at him with a sad smile.
"So, you didn't want to tell this to your Mom or me earlier because…?"
Boruto pursed his lips, swinging his legs a bit. "Because you would be worried about it, you know! You two both have so much on your plate already and I-"
"You're our son though! Hinata and I would put anything on the back burner if need be!" Naruto interrupts him of his potential rambling.
Though Boruto only arches a brow, azure eyes narrowing. "Oh? Even the village?"
"Yes! Why would you even say that?" Naruto scowls.
Boruto crosses his arms, gritting his teeth as he looked away. "You…you don't show it often."
He expects Dad to retort with the same spiel of the 'the village is my family.' He recalls reading privately about how Konoha was when Dad was his age, how people never regarded him with so many smiles or politeness…
They barely treated him as a fellow human being in some cases.
He swallows, flustering when Naruto moves him into a hug and right upon his lap.
What if another office personnel or Shikamaru comes back?! (They'll tell everyone at the academy!) However, Naruto refuses to let him go at his squirming.
"I know what you're thinking and yes despite everything I do care about Konoha and its citizens, its one of the reasons I wanted to be Hokage. This is my home and your home. At the end of the day though, I'm heading back to you, Hima, and Hinata. You all are what brings me peace and happiness." Naruto remarks.
Boruto stops his fidgeting then at seeing his small grin. "Huh? Even when I call you a stupid old man and deface the Hokage monument?"
"Yeah, I used to do that too you know!"
Naruto relaxes, leaning his head against his chin. "So, what else is bothering you? I'm sure you don't want to take medications again, Mom however can most likely find some herbal remedies or teas from the pharmacy."
Pausing, Boruto surprises himself by leaning his head back against his shoulder.
"The chunin exams are coming up soon." He mutters.
And holding up his arm he allows his sleeve to drop down, metal catching in fading sunlight.
A scientific ninja tool.
Specifically, the shinobi gauntlet.
Naruto immediately sits up then and he wrinkles under his stare, of blood rushing to his ears and face.
"Katasuke Tōno gave you that; didn't he?" He grumbles. He had figured the man would've taken less interest in his family after Himawari took it upon herself to 'test' his tools by purposely breaking them in front of him and asking why he kept bothering them so much.
Boruto nods, letting Naruto take the tool off. He wishes Dad wouldn't stare at him like that, so confused…
Disappointed.
"Aren't you too smart to be using these things anyways? You know they're forbidden for actual testing. I mean, Hinata is always saying how well you do on your written exams." Naruto begins.
"This is different! People from every village are going to be here! I felt like I wasn't going to be strong enough and…and I only thought about using it, I changed my mind now after talking to you." Boruto snaps, standing up again.
'It doesn't matter anymore, using it wouldn't fix anything.'
The only way to change things is to go back.
"Why?" Naruto pursues.
"Why what?"
Naruto shakes his head, resisting a smile at Boruto's impatience. "Why did you change your mind and show it to me? In fact, why did you even have it on you?"
His face reddens in a way then that reminds him of Hinata, twisting again and looking down. He grumbles something indecipherable until Naruto tells him to speak up.
"It…It was so you would notice me, okay?! I know you and Mom say things come to me easy, though not all the time! I have to train too…" He huffs, glowering at Naruto's laugh. This is embarrassing enough as it is without him snickering about it!
"Sorry, sorry! Hinata's right, you really do act like my 12 year old self. It's not a bad thing though! Well, even though he isn't as good as me; you should go ask that annoying bastard to take you on as a student to help you with training!"
At Boruto's absolutely perplexed look Naruto goes on. "I mean Sasuke."
'This is too much.' Boruto thinks, but he nods in promising to ask him before the week is over.
Or maybe if all his plans come to fruition, he can ask his younger self…
He allows Naruto to ruffle his hair and he hugs him back, listening as he states that he just needs to finish packing up some things but that he'll see him at home for dinner.
"Alright, see you at home." He murmurs softly before turning with a wave.
Maybe.
Stretching, he walks against the setting sun, low hanging clouds sprinkled throughout streams of reds and pinks. The air smells of rain, long streak of lightning flashing in the horizon. He can hear the low whistle of the train passing on its evening commute, of younger kids playing along fences and bushes until the streetlights come on signaling to head back to their neighborhoods.
'This is my home and your home.' Dad had reminded him comfortingly.
Still…
He comes to a stop right as he rounds the corner that will lead up the street to the Uzumaki house, black and gold orbs respectively meeting his as they step out of the shadows properly.
Sarada and Mitsuki, waiting on him.
-X-
"Boruto isn't home yet?" Naruto questions Hinata, glancing at their empty dinner table.
Where are their children?
"Himawari phoned just a moment ago from the Akiyama family stating she just needed to finish up a project with her friend Manami and Temari mentioned to me as she was heading out of the pharmacy that she saw Boruto with Sarada and Mitsuki heading to the training grounds." Hinata explained.
Oh.
'That kid, why does he want to train at this hour? I figured he would be hungry and tired enough at the end of the day.' Naruto regarded at staring at his usual spot at the table.
Especially after their conversation, he wanted to discuss it more with Hinata to give her own input.
"Maybe we're just starting to be too old to hang out around." Hinata assumes.
Naruto shook his head, watching as Hinata regarded how much of the beef and vegetables she should make for just them two now. "No way, people like Granny, Kakashi-sensei, and even Sasuke are old! Not us!"
Truly Naruto really did seem like a child in an adult's body, never mind that Sasuke is the same age as them only a few months older!
She would never get tired of his silly comments.
He slowly stood up from his chair then, smirk edging up his lips as he came to wrap his arms around her.
"Hey, guess what? We're alone!" He whispered into her ear, bringing about a shiver as she turned to face him.
Hinata laughed softly, pressing into him feeling the beginnings of his erection as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
"So it seems."
Naruto doesn't wait a moment sooner, lips quickly finding the pulse point of her neck while fingers move to untie her apron and move under her shirt.
"Ah, wait!" Hinata pauses, breaking his kiss much to his pout.
She turns back hurriedly to turn the stove and oven off. Wouldn't be a fun story to tell the fire department they almost burned their house down while getting frisky with each other...
She pounces back into Naruto who lifts her up, lips meeting hers once more. His shirt and her dress are nearly halfway off by the time they reach their bedroom, Naruto laying her down before moving to straddle her.
"What is this new scent you have on? Peach? Rose?" He breathed out against her skin, nipping at the edge of her breast before suckling on a nipple.
A moan escapes her before she murmurs out both, hands tangling into his hair to keep him close.
The slickness of shared sweat and heat easily gets them out of the rest of their clothes, Naruto thumbing at her clit and Hinata briefly opens her eyes to follow his dark gaze before writhing in pleasure when he replaces his thumb with tongue to catch the first waves of her orgasm.
"Naruto, please." Hinata whispered, snapping her legs shut only for Naruto to open them back once more.
"You're going to be so tight." He grunts, sliding his member against the front of her opening before slowing pushing in.
He kisses her as his thrusts pick up, groaning when Hinata seems to squeeze him from pulling out, shifting so he can go in further, deeper. His release triggers a long moan, feeling Hinata's own return.
"You know when you do that I can never last much longer." He playfully scowls.
Hinata smiles tiredly, hands moving to meet his own halfway to intertwine with hers.
"Isn't that the point?"
After a joined shower they return back to the dinner table to see Himawari now there, eyes glued to her phone with headphones in.
Good, maybe she didn't hear them!
She looks up with a wave, popping her headphones out as she regards them curiously with a giggle. "Papa, Mama; you forgot how to put on clothes?"
Hinata blinked, glancing at her half twisted dress then to Naruto's shirt on backwards.
"We were in a bit of a rush when we heard you come in sweetie!" Naruto exclaims for the both of them. He sees then Hinata's frown from the corner of his eye and follows her line of sight, feeling a frown making its way upon his own face as well.
Boruto still wasn't home.
-x-
Managed to sneak in this chapter, flight leaves out later today so probably won't update again until next month or so I need to finish writing and editing out part 2 some more.
That's part 1 of the epilogue down, next part covers more Uzumaki family and New Team 7 friendship and should be the grand finale for The Time Strangers. I sincerely thank all my readers new and old for sticking with me throughout writing this, despite it's imperfections. Please let me know your thoughts on any errors or inputs you may have; reviews are love!
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