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Setting For Story: Boruto

Set From: Episode 53 (Himawari's Birthday)

Chapter 18

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Sasuke & Naruto

"No! Sasuke, stop!" He growled between his teeth, shoving at the other's chest yet for some reason, his hands glued themselves to his chest. His fingers curled into the Uchiha's cloak and he sneered at the amused smirk on Sasuke's lips. It was an attractive look, so he avoided looking at it. The man knew his weakness and wasn't afraid to use it. "I'm married to Hinata!"

"You don't love her."

"I do! I do…of course, I do…I just…" He didn't really know what to say because he did – he had. What man could resist Hinata's soft beauty and constant kindness? Her smiles had a strange way of rejuvenating all his energy and kept him going when he wanted to quit. She was a balm on his burnt, sacred soul but she wasn't Sasuke. She couldn't make his heart beat wildly in his chest, her shy glances didn't make him hot the way Sasuke's smirk did and it was easy to push her affection away. Her affection didn't feel right. "She's…not you."

He didn't miss the way Sasuke's expression softened. "I'll back off until you talk to her. But remember kissing me back, letting me leave these marks…it's still infidelity. You could've forced me off you anytime."

He couldn't respond. His eyes burned and he turned his back on the Uchiha so the man couldn't see his face. It was hard to breathe. Not only was he hurting Hinata but he was breaking his promise. His promise to his dearest friend, Neji. The man had trusted him. And look at what he's done…how could he? He was a man of his word.

Was.

"Naruto." Kurama rumbled from within his comfortable den, his voice barely hid his anger and disappointment. "Hinata has collapsed. She has seen, you've forgotten she's powerful."

He sunk into himself.

Naruto & Boruto

The girls were inside with Sasuke, he didn't know what they were doing but his sister had been full of giggles and smiles lately. Out of the two of them, he knew that Himawari was seen as the sweet and cheerful one. When someone was sad, she was hand-delivering smiles like letters. He couldn't blame anyone for seeing her that way, he viewed her the same way. Unless she was angry – then he was terrified. She took down their father in one blow! Anyway, she was his sister. She was precious to him and he hated her sad expression. Something about it made his chest itch uncomfortably. So he was happy that her smile wasn't for somebody else; she was smiling for herself.

Because she was actually happy.

His mother too.

She thought he didn't see the way she hid her sad smiles behind her hair or how sometimes she'd forget that they were there to stare out the window and how she'd randomly pause in the middle of her cleaning. Instead of going to bed herself, even when she was dead tired, she'd find something to do and he'd have to gently guide her to bed. He hated how she'd grasp helplessly at the doorframe to her room, hesitant to sleep alone. Without their father. It wasn't just he and Himawari who were suffering from their father's absence – their mom had too. So when she told them that she and dad were getting divorced, he hadn't known what to think. But now…

His mother's smile was real now. Her giggles were beautiful wind chimes and she was the most beautiful person in the world. He was lucky to have her as a mom.

He just hadn't known the exact reason why his parents had separated – because of Sasuke. He didn't know what to think anymore, how was he supposed to react. When Kaa-san had told him that the divorce was for the best, for everyone, he hadn't known that included his master. Never, never had he ever expected to see his father kissing his master. Never. He knew immediately why his mother had collapsed that day, why she couldn't look his father in the eyes, or how she went out of her way to avoid Sasuke. He knew their divorce had been a coming for a while now but his mother wasn't the kind to give up. She kept pushing and pushing; she would've wanted to at least give it another chance. She hadn't.

His father had cheated on their mother.

With Sasuke.

His master.

Kaa-san had also made it clear it was between her and their father. It was their business and their business alone. His mother had spoken.

And he knew when to listen. But she hadn't said that he couldn't cause a little mischief and she didn't scold him for it either. There was a rare glimmer in her eyes whenever their father complained about him or the trouble he caused. He wasn't about to stop. "Kaa-san deserved better…"

"I know, Boruto." His dad's tone was odd and he saw a tear glide down his whiskered cheeks. The older man quickly wiped it away and he pretended not to see. He turned to the stars - he wouldn't push it.

Sadara & Hinata

She blinked, startled. "Sadara-san?"

She quickly noticed the girl's blush and shy fidgeting with the bag on her shoulder. Immediately she understood; the girl hadn't asked and was too embarrassed to. With a gentle smile, she stepped aside and made space for the Uchiha's shoes. "Sakura-chan is working late tonight."

Grateful, Sadara bowed politely and neatly placed her shoes next to her own bigger ones. It was strange to think that her feet had been that small too. Small shoes for such a mature young lady. "Yes…it happens a lot. There's a new technique I wanted to show Himawari, may I please sleep-over?"

"Of course, you may. We were just about to have dinner, please join us." She asked nicely and the little Uchiha grew a little more flustered. Her children were quick to greet her, making space for her and handing her own dish. Himawari began to ramble excitedly at her, Boruto interrupting often to add his own piece and Sadara slowly forgot her unease. Her shoulders relaxed, she wasn't shy to scold Boruto either. It was cute. "You're welcome over any time, Sadara-san."

She blushed again, nodding shyly. Boruto and Himawari were immediately all over her, forgetting their dinner to show off their things. This was nice.

Later when she was shooing them off to bed, Sadara quietly approached her. Her eyes downcast and she was picking at her nails. She waited for the little Uchiha to talk, she could tell whatever was burdening her must've been on her mind for a while now. "I'm sorry, Hinata-san, for-"

"Sadara-san, it's alright." She said softly and grasped her shoulder, squeezing. "But please remember this is between us adults. Okay?"

"Yes, Hinata-san."

Smiling, she guided her to Himwari's room and tucked her in. The older girl sleepily turned to cling to Himawari and she cooed at the adorable scene. Her heartfelt a little soothed today.

Himawari & Sakura

When she offered to walk Himawari to the flower shop, she hadn't known what exactly she had been offering. Sadara had stopped wanting to hold her hand when she was three; she didn't know where the independence had come from. Perhaps Sasuke but he'd been forced…or maybe it was an Uchiha thing. Anyway, Himawari had more than snatched her hand and was now contently skipping beside her. Her palm was sweaty, yet the young girl didn't mind. She was even humming a tune. It made her wonder if Hinata would've been like this if she hadn't been born into the Hyuuga clan or maybe Naruto if he had had a family. A big "what if".

Then again, that time she was transported to another dimension…that Naruto had a family and the other Hinata had been so bold. Neji was also a pervert for Hinata – how were they doing in that dimension? Did Hinata marry Neji there instead?

"Are you living with us, now?" It was an innocent question and one that she didn't have the answer to. She had never liked coming home to an empty apartment nor did she like leaving Sadara there by herself. The Uchiha had a mother, she was just saving lives…the people needed her too. So she'd been okay with Sadara basically moving into Hinata's home then she had merely followed her daughter's example. It was warmer there. Much warmer.

Plus, Hinata was a great cook.

"I…d-don't know. Do you think that I should?"

Himawari beamed at her. "Yes! I think you should then I'll have two moms!"

She choked on her own spit.

Sakura picked her up and hurriedly handed her off to Ino like she was a ragdoll. She avoided looking in the mirror, she already knew her face was blood red – she didn't need to see it too. She choked. "Two moms! Two moms!"

…

It was midnight, a week later and she whispered to the ceiling. "That might not be so bad."

Sasuke & Hinata

The atmosphere felt awkward and all she could really do was stare at him. He was sitting on her window-sill like it belonged to him, her bedroom window. All she had on was a flimsy night-dress. He was looking at her blankly, not evenly slightly apologetic. She wasn't sure what she was supposed to say or act – how was one supposed to act around the person their husband left them for? Or someone, she didn't know very well, seeing her so vulnerable?

She coughed and quickly covered up. "Uchiha-san?"

He suddenly blinked and sheepishly scratched at his nape. "Hyuuga-san…I…"

"I want to say it's okay…it just doesn't feel that way though. I'm still hurt, Uchiha-san, but I don't hate you for your actions." She struggled to spit out, her voice barely above a whisper. It was hard being honest with her feelings, even harder sharing them with him. She didn't know why and it wasn't out of any desire to make him feel guilt, she just didn't want to say something about it. She didn't want to keep it all in. Not anymore.

"I'm not sure how to respond to that."

She turned to glare at him. "And how am supposed to respond to you taking my husband from me, Uchiha-san?"

It was silent again. She couldn't turn her back on him, her shinobi instincts right now were screaming at her, Enemy! Enemy! So she merely turned her head away, hiding with her hair. Her voice was flat, emotionless. "Please, leave."

His charka lingered for a moment, no longer shocking her but it brushed against her senses softly. She hid her face in her hands, unable to hold back anymore. Her sobbing was quiet however her heart was not. She knew that he wouldn't leave this alone and he'd later when she was ready she knew, he would try to talk to her again. He wasn't evil or bad person, she hadn't ever thought that and she knew from Sadara's constant complaints about his affection that he was trying to be better. He was better, she had seen it herself. So she couldn't bring herself to be angry at him or to envy after him, but the hurt was still fresh. It still bled.

She needed time.

Neji In Death

"I died so that they could be together…" He sulked, his face buried between his hands. Other shinobi around him surrounded him, offering pats and hugs of sympathy. "I died for nothing."

A hooded figure glanced at him briefly but dismissed him and a blond man, with the same features as Naruto sat down next to him, placing a comforting hand on his back. He looked suspiciously exactly like Naruto. Blue eyes and blond hair weren't common in Japan. "That's rough."

"…you remind me of Naruto."

The man laughed nervously.