Alright this particular idea has been messing with my mind since god knows when. It's nothing like the previous fics I have written, it contains heart break, cheating, kidnapping,getting possessive, dirty politics basically everything against the likes of a healthy and dreamy story. So warning from my side.

Also just so you guys know I have nothing against any certain characters, but when I write my story based on story ethics I simply indulge my being into that particular situation so pardon if I don't reach your expectations.

This story is nothing sort of instantly magically falling in love, It's slow burn, contains crap and shit. It has SASUHINA, but as you know this one has broken marriages so the ship will obviously go through a lot. Especially since Sasuke is back being a badass he is supposed to be.

I was wondering anyone up to be a beta?

AND; since I'm about to jump from my zone I highly appreciate your suggestions and recommendations at this point. So don't be shy.

DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN NARUTO OR BORUTO.

CHAPTER 1: SUPPER WITH SASUKE

Hinata swiftly walked across the living room ,humming a tranquil tune setting up the dining for her beloved husband, Uzumaki Naruto, the seventh fire shadow. She did it everyday. Cooked the best she could, varying from salads to deep fries to his favorite ramens. The meal was perfect . The aroma was dancing in the room. The cutlery was perfect the dishes were as well like always. This time was no time different.

As always this time the exquisite food prepared by her utmost love will go to the trashcan.

It every time did. From the bottom for her heart she'll prepare the best for him. Ranging from food to herself. Unfortunately for the person she was preparing never bothered to show up. Stupid of herself to think that phase was over. Apparently It was not.

Just like every other time for the past thirty years she'll be cheering up for him, care for him, worry for him, devote herself for him, make her heart bleed at his sight but his cerulean eyes, that she fell in love with would be averted to somewhere else. Something bright, something strong, something pink. She would always be in the sidelines ;wife or not.

It's been months already. The sheets in their bedroom doesn't smell like him anymore, it hasn't been graced by his presence for months now. His dirty clothes delivered at the threshold doesn't smell like her anymore nor prominently like him either, it smells like sakura blossoms gruesomely rubbed all over it. His collars have pink lipstick stains, Hinata his wife never wears lipstick. She hasn't felt his lips on her neither his arms around her. The traces are vanished adorning her placid skin with scars so hideous you'd cry out in pity. He hasn't called in months, at least at first he did, then it was always ANBU or Shikamaru. Even he had the notion of mishaps going on, lucky for her he is a intelligent guy who has the sense of not rubbing salt on her splattered wounds, unlike her beloved husband.

Ha, her husband. How madly and blindly she was in love with him that decades went by and yet she doesn't get the idea that she was forced upon him by pity. That he would never hug her, caress her cheeks, wipe her tears with the same love he did for another woman. She thought having kids with him and building a home with him would make him happy and hopefully he'd know that his own lawfully wedded wife, loves for him as deeply as he does for another woman. Oh how he takes advantage of that!

Always stabbing rusted knives to check the depths.

She giggled. As his wife she would wait for him in the living, sleep for him in the dining with a hope that maybe just maybe he'll come back to her. Say 'tadaima' to her and kiss her and hug her and share his distress with her and unleash his rage upon her and just.. Come back to her.

"Kaachan! " She blinked at the intervention. Boruto and Himawari were on their tippy toes caressing her cheeks. Why?

"Hai boru hima! " She smiled at them.

"You're crying. " Again. Boruto answered through gritted teeth. He was a kid not an idiot. He understood what his father, oh so called nanadaime was making her mother go through. Making her cry anytime. He was so afraid she would burn herself and wouldn't know shit about it. She never did. But he knew.

For all the grave nights she had spent waiting across the living hunched on the sofa with her eyes gleaming that the old hag would return. How when sometimes she would be so overwhelmed that she would collapse on the threshold waiting for him with tear stained cheeks and puffy eyes. How she would cry her eyes out holding his shirts for dear life. Wrecking her body with wobbly limbs. How she would drag her numb body with red eyes across the house with a smile on her face. The visuals made his chest hurt and fists clench.

He didn't knew what made her mother like that so while surfing through movies he got the zest you only do so when you're broken beyond repair. At first he snorted. What the hell did that mean. His mother was the most beautiful woman he had seen and though sometimes he had managed to catch her crying the next day she would smile at them and prepare them delicious food. She seemed fine no scratches or cracks. I mean getting broken meant such wounds right? But the movies said something on the lines of wounded heart and broken beyond repair.

Steadily when he watched his kaachan breaking into tears as soon as he and hima announce for bed, collapse on the floor with dismantled sobs and take help from walls and railing to even take little steps but Dangerous of all she would make no sound at all. He understood what broken beyond repair meant. What meant by wounds you can never see and never patch by physical would never say anything, never say how much it was hurting cause even for a kid it was very obvious. Hell even Hima knew of it. Silently she'd cry and cry and cry until she faints.

"Must be some dust. " She smiled at them. Willing to take away all their worries. It did nothing but to make Boruto more angry. He bit back an irate remark for their beloved father. He was the one responsible for all this. That goddamn old hag. Who does he think he is making his mother cry like that? However he knew that his mother for whatever reason it was would always support him. Always chant how he is busy in welfare of the village and bullshit. He would not say anything because it would make her more sad, more broken. The last thing he wants on this kami forsaken place.

"Right." He spat out. Kaachan didn't say anything though. Why? Just for once why can't she scream and hit and gentle fist the old man's ass for making her miserable. Why does she has to be so kind? What the fuck did that man do to deserve her. To deserve her love.

"Boruto... " She placed the remaining cutlery on the table and patted his head. She had no idea why he was being so infuriated nowadays. "Are you not hungry? I know you're training too hard. " She chuckled at him. Detaching herself from the dainty limbs across her she patted dining seats and asked them to take a seat. Obedient that they are, they took a seat without much resistance.

"I cooked-" The door rang. For once her doe eyes widened. ANBU never knocked, Naras were on a short trip to Suna so...Could it.. Could it be Naruto kun? Unceremoniously she dashed towards the door. Has he come back? The tug in her crippled chest said otherwise. She was broken and disappointed beyond repair but... The heart wants what it wants.

Straightening her hair She dashed towards the door hurriedly. Even though she was getting betrayed and cheated behind her back but she is his wife. Her job is to welcome him home regardless of his flagrant debauchery.

"Okaeri Naru-sasuke kun? " Upon opening the doors her heart faltered. So many years yet she is the same meek girl waiting for him. That's one more rusty knife stab reminder.

"He isn't coming home tonight. " He answered unperturbed. While returning from his reportings Naruto begged him to do so. Sakura was busy and he had particular no promises so he agreed.

"Sasuke San! " Boruto asked from the frame works of some another room. He looked outraged. On him? That's a surprise. "Kaachan! He is not coming home again! Same old crap from the old man. Don't kaachan don't give me that look. For a moment there can you spare yourself all the tear-"

"Boruto! He is your father. Don't say such things about him. He works so hard for the prosperity of the village-"

"So what? He'd toss us aside? Toss you aside? The one who's here sacrificing everything! Spare me the lecture kaachan! What will you do now? One more night of crying on the threshold because the old man's cranky enough to walk a couple of blocks home? " He yelled. He had it enough. After chunnin exams, or the failure of it he had patched up his tattered relation with his father. But from the day he witnessed his kaachan, all of that patch work went into the gutter. He respects him for all his glorious struggles but the hell with hurting his mother. He had enough of this.

"Boruto! Please go inside. I don't want to go through this again. He's your father and you are to respect him. " Hinata declared.

"On the price of you kaachan? I respect him and everything he does. But that's no excuse to leave us, you like this. " He spat again. Doesn't matter if his sensei is hearing him. He's gonna take stand against the wrong .

"That's enough. Boruto-"

"Sasu? " All the eyes turned to Himawari who was discreetly tugging at Sasuke's wrist. He was few steps inside the house.

"Hn." Sasuke , my god kids. His bones burnt at the pathetic nickname. Sasuke Uchiha one of the strangest shinobi was to named like a lost puppy? Unbelievable. The one kid at home is enough to handle not to mention she's the grown up one but little kids? what does this little shrimp wants.

"Have dinner with us? " Himawari stated cheekily. Kaachan taught her that, guests are equivalent to God. She knows boru nii has a bad temper and kaachan is hurting. Despite the tension filled atmosphere sasu is a guest. He is to be greeted and treated like one.

"Hn? " Sasuke raised his brows at the little girl still tugging his wrists. Of all the chaos around she seemed so unfazed and inviting. Naruto's spawn indeed.

"Uh gomen Sasuke kun! Please don't stand there. We will be glad if you have dinner with us." Hinata elaborated and smiled warmly at him. Before he could assert or deny then assert cause honestly the food smell lingering was too good, the little girl was dragging him across the hallway. And just so you know Sasuke has an impressive weight of 90 kilos with all the muscles at the right place plus the six feet two height. Must be the inherited Kyubi chakra.

The room they halted was filled with nice aromas that made Sasuke too hungry. While travels he didn't get to eat delectable mouth watering foods and occasionally at house when Sakura cooked, well it was edible. But this smell made knots in his stomach.

He sat on one of the chairs and the little dobe spawn sat beside him. Surprisingly Boruto sat in front of his sister and Hinata sat in front of him. She served them dinner with such fine expertise. No food littered not dishes clanked. His fellow occupants prayed silently, the hyuga woman anyway, the other two dobe spawn were loudly praying, 'Itadakimasu! '.

Much to his genial the salad and the dishes that were served had enough of tomatoes. Shoving them in his mouth he continued to leash the lavish dinner he was rewarded. The thing he noticed was hyuga woman eating like a hen. The woman was petite and probably a tad shorter than Sakura still she was a human. Even Sasuke who starved through deserts saving food consumed more than that.

Well he had good food. He tried to be civil but the food was too good. Within time his plate was finished and without asking Hyuga served him his seconds while the girl was shoving food down her mouth. He looked at her and for some reasons she looked determined to compete with him. She was though chomping on her fifth bite. Hinata all while forgot her food and interestingly looked at her dining partners, filling their plates. What on earth.

After eating like sophisticated pigs they looked at the hyuga woman. Her expression was gleeful and comical. The little girl seemed happy and Sasuke was .. Yeah he was as satisfied as well.

"Not fair Kaachan! You're not eating anything,You can't let sasu win!" The little girl whined. Hinata looked at her for a moment. Pondering what was up with the girl being so excited.

"Yeah kaachan! You're not eating anything! " Boruto complained. Sasuke watched in amusement, minutes ago wasn't he the one yelling and accusing her?

Hinata narrowed his eyes on them and sighed. "Alright it's on! " And she delved into the food. Sasuke watched the bombshell and suppressed the urge to activate the sharingan to trace the activities by hyuga woman. There was no single grain littered, no curry juice lingered bedside her mouth, hell even her plates didn't make sounds but the food was vanishing. The little girl who was hyper ventilating on her last bite was now peculiarly motivated and was following her mother's foot steps. Unbelievable.

When he paused he noticed his tomatoes were gone. He frowned. There's no good in this world without tomatoes.

"Sasu likes tomatoes! " The little girl sang beside him. For a moment there he looked in pristine abashed. Then composed himself considering he is Sasuke Uchiha.

"Tomatoes are good for health. " He declared with pride and swollen chest.

"So are other vegetables Sasuke san! "Boruto retorted back. Sasuke scrunched his eyes at the interrogator who happened to be his own student. The nerve.

" Not as famed as tomato. "He snapped.

" Famed? Are they standing in hokage elections or something? " Boruto snorted.

"Don't sling mud on them. "

"Agreed." For a moment there was a high of mutual understanding. No wonder this guy is his student.

"But Sasu doesn't have any more tomatoes... " The little girl sang again. Sasuke twitched at the painful prompt. Taking a look around he noticed the only tomatoes left were on Hyugas plate. He smirked.

Scissoring his chopsticks he stealthily infiltrated her plate only to be swatted hard by her. She glared at him. With such delicate feature and doe eyes pouted lips the glare was anything but comical. So he leaned in closer. She blushed. Really? And she was the honorable mother of two most notorious kids.

Her steady backing away provided more space for him to lean in closer. Locking eyes with and staring at her witha devilish smirk he leaned more close. Inches apart from her red shaded face he could feel uneven breathing. With fluid moments and years of stealth he stole all her tomatoes without batting a lash. When he retreated he noticed the jaw dropped expressions of the kids. What?

A good food shoving contest later they all slightly panted. The ample food made for Naruto which were supposed to be wasted again tonight was all gone. Himawari looked like she was about to pass out, Boruto was grinning with a bloated stomach, hinata was unaffected and Sasuke was surprised; would be an understatement. Whenever he returned home they are in silence and Sakura would ogle him throughout the whole dine. He'll say this, dobe had one he'll of a that he thinks about it he was sure Naruto little family issue is not that little. The hyuga woman seemed so broken and what Boruto said... Was disturbing.

The woman though so much crippled still supported Naruto like a backbone. Teens could be furious, but they wouldn't take shit when it came to their family. He had been there, after all his own flesh started a great ninja warrior out of familial avenge.

He looked around and the kids were yawning, bidding good byes and pleasantries to hyuga woman. For some reason the little girl even kissed his cheek. He stared at her dumbfounded and glanced at Hyuga who was -from the look - in a distant island. Would whatever with Naruto be that bad? He looked around the room. There were family pictures, something caught his eyes. Hyuga woman had long hair. Midnight blue long dark hair. Mother.

"You've cut your hair. " He commented.

"Looks decent. " She shrugged. She stood up from her place and started collecting the dishes.

"For whom? " He questioned.

"For hokage's wife. " Her voice was laced with frustration and bitter solution.

"What about you? "

"I'm supposed to be hokage's wife. " Her voice was again laced with somewhat agitations and distaste.

"You're not. " He replied sharply. She glared at him. This time it was real, real with all emotions. Frustration, Rage, Betrayal, Hurt...

"I'm supposed to be hokage's wife, sit still and look pretty. Care after his kids , be the epitome of etiquettes and act all high and mighty when nothing is. " A snarl ripped her throat. What do people know about their beloved hokage anyways ? She's hurt and she cries because she's frustrated from all the expectations people are harbouring for her. She knows the hokage's awful debauchery and it hurts the way he makes her feel the weak timid meek girl. She can't scream, she can't hit, she can't fucking reveal what's going on inside. He makes her feel so pathetic.

"Tch. You sound so pathetic... "

"That's exactly what I am. " She laughed.

"... And deluded. " He completed his sentence. Now that he had her stark undivided attention he smirked. "No one's got no shit in what you are. Think you're pathetic you become one, for once try to be something for yourself. "

She looked at him for a few thoughtful moments and blinked with a aloof expression. "There's not much I can do. "

"This is your house, they are your kids, the person standing is you, you have your own fucking domain. Do whatever the fuck you want to do who's gonna what. "

"Brave words. " She rolled her eyes but obviously the enlightenment was written all over her face.

"Try me. "

"Get out. " She sneered at him.

"Well I did say it was your domain. " With one swift movement he was standing on the door steps. Hinata followed him sheepishly.

"Thank you. " She heartily replied. A grin adorning her face.

"Say that to me when you have your hair back. " He smirked. She blushed and smiled shyly at him. And before she could reply with a caustic comment of her own he was gone. She chewed her lips and attempted to wipe the blush that wreathed her cheeks and tip of her nose.

OMG! I CAN'T BELIEVE I ACTUALLY DID THAT. I HAVE BEEN FIDGETING FOR MONTHS ON THIS IDEA LIKE CRAZY.

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