He left the window open. He always left the window open. Tonight, it felt like a reflection of his heart, gaping and destined to remain empty.
The Summer breeze sighed through the opening, lifting the curtains and allowing moonlight to spill into the room. Boruto refused to acknowledge the peacefulness. He was laying stiffly on his side facing the wall, his back to the window. He both loved and hated the moon. Just like he both loved and hated that damn window and everything else that reminded him of Mitsuki.
The picture of his face that Mitsuki always kept on his bed lay next to him, turned face-down. It felt weird keeping a picture of himself but Boruto couldn't bear to part with it any more than he could to look at it. It was Mitsuki's most precious possession. It was proof that he had loved him; that it had all been real. He remembered when the photo had come into his possession. His father brought it home. Boruto had met him, intending to demand answers but when he saw his dad, he wasn't able to say anything. His dad was silent too. He just held out the frame to him, an expression of deepest pity on his face. He looked as though he was searching for the words to say but they just wouldn't come. Maybe he was looking for something comforting or inspirational, he was the Hokage after all. With a surge of anger, Boruto decided that whatever it was he was trying to say, he didn't want to hear it. He snatched the picture out of his hands and ran back to his room.
"Boruto!" His dad called after him but he ignored him and slammed the door. He felt a pang of guilt for reacting that way. It wasn't his dad's fault. It wasn't his place to pull off miracles but he was full of anger and looking for a target. His dad had always been an easy target. He fell into bed, clutched the picture to his chest and cried. He cried harder than he'd ever cried before. He cried more than the day it had happened.
He remembered the last time they had been together; the last time he had been happy. The night had been a thick one, almost stifling from the heat and humidity of day. Boruto didn't find it oppressive. To him, it felt full of promise. He was sitting at the window watching the late sunset. Bright yellow and orange faded to soft pinks and purples washed on velvety blue. Long skinny clouds cut the colors, glowing with the last of the sun's rays. One by one the stars winked to life on the deep blue. He sat and watched expectantly. Mitsuki was coming back tonight. He had been at the Hidden Sound for the last three days spending time with family. Orochimaru liked to check up on his favorite son on a regular basis and Mitsuki enjoyed seeing his family. Normally, Boruto would have tagged along but he had business that week that kept him at home and away from his Moon.
It had only been three days but to Boruto it felt like weeks. Since they had started dating, they had hardly been apart. It was now routine for Boruto to have dinner with his family then go up to his room and open the window for Mitsuki. He probably could come through the front door. They had been together long enough that he doubted his parents didn't know what was going on but he did it anyway. This was their thing and it was special.
Mitsuki was later than usual that night. The moon was high in the sky by the time he arrived at Boruto's window. He was quick and fluid in his movements as always and hardly slowed as he passed through the familiar barrier into his boyfriend's waiting arms. They didn't say anything. They didn't need words. Mitsuki gathered him into his arms and kissed him hard, pouring all his eagerness into the kiss. Boruto moaned into the kiss, allowing Mitsuki to deepen it as he ran his fingers through his pale, impossibly soft hair. Mitsuki shrugged off his burdens without breaking them apart, having skipped dropping by his apartment in his haste to see Boruto.
Hands slid under cloths as they fumbled for the bed, lips and teeth sliding together and pulling each other down as they went. They collapsed into the sheets, a tangle of loose clothing and awkward teenage limbs. There, Boruto allowed Mitsuki to adore him and Mitsuki worshiped, his cool hands exploring every inch of his overheated skin. Oh, Boruto had missed this! Mitsuki was urgent, taking him like a man possessed.
Mitsuki's attentions were burning and addictive. They were what Boruto lived for. He felt like the most important person in all the world when Mitsuki was with him, like the Sun he always claimed him to be. He was loved for who he was, not for his family ties. No one else made him feel that way, not even Sarada even though they had grown up together. It was true that no one knew him like Sarada but no one loved him like Mitsuki.
The memories broke him yet again. He grabbed the picture and crushed it to his chest as if he could use it to press all the pieces of his heart back together.
It had happened the very next day. No warning. No time to prepare. Most of the memories were reduced to blurs of color from the trauma. The mission was finished! It was all done! He was smiling at Mitsuki and he was smiling back; his genuine smile, the one reserved just for him. Then something had happened, Boruto still wasn't sure what. Maybe they had missed someone or maybe they had walked into a trap. Boruto had never found out the truth. Mitsuki had known. Suddenly, his face had changed.
"Boruto!" He cried as he dove forward, shoving Boruto backwards and out of the way. Hot blood splattered everywhere, Boruto hadn't even seen what had hit him. Mitsuki's eyes widened with shock as he fell into Boruto's arms. Screaming filled his ears as blood soaked his clothing and stained the grass. There Mitsuki lay still, deaf to his Sun's cries.
"Mitsuki!" Boruto heard himself cry as he shook Mitsuki's unresponsive body, "No! Don't do this Mitsuki! Please, don't do this!" he begged but Mitsuki's golden eyes were clouding and his chest was still.
"Please Mitsuki... wake up..." He tried again as tears fat and fast streamed from his stinging eyes. The pain was suffocating. He screamed over and over again for Mitsuki to wake up as his numb brain repeated over and over that this wasn't real. It couldn't be real. Mitsuki would never leave him like this. Finally horse and breathless from his cries, he buried his face in Mitsuki's still chest and allowed the tears to flow.
How long he stayed that way clinging to Mitsuki's rapidly cooling body and crying his very soul out upon his chest, he had no idea. There was screaming and yelling going on around him but he was only vaguely aware of it.
After that undetermined amount of time someone was shaking him, then they were pulling him away. Boruto screamed and fought to hang on, lashing out at the hands trying to pull him away from Mitsuki. He knew he was being stupid, that Mitsuki was gone but he couldn't let go. Not yet.
Despite his best efforts he was wrenched off of Mitsuki and dragged away soaked with blood and quite literally kicking and screaming.
That had been a week ago. When he had come back to himself about a day later, he was released from the hospital. On the way, he overheard his father talking to a medical ninja saying that Mitsuki's remains had been sent back to the Hidden Sound village, back to Orochimaru.
Boruto hadn't spoken to anyone about it. He had dragged himself home and hadn't left since. Eventually, he would have to face everyone but for now, all he could do was hold Mitsuki's most precious possession and cry in the moonlight.