Author's Note: Hey guys! Ik a two week wait feels like forever, but I haven't finished writing this story yet so I don't want to post too many chapters too soon. Once I do complete it though, I'll post more often :)

In the mean time, please enjoy chapter three!


Chapter Three: Divine Retribution

He figured his mom would be waiting for him when he got home. He could see a light still on in the living room, letting him know someone was still awake. Just like I expected.

But when Boruto walked through the sliding door, he was surprised to find his dad there instead, sitting in an armchair with his ankle resting on his knee.

Naruto looked up from the scroll in his hands and smiled at his son. "Hey."

"D-dad… what are you doing here?"

"Well, I kinda live here," Naruto chuckled. "I know it might not always seem like it, what with me staying late at the office most nights."

Boruto was at a lost for words. He hadn't seen his dad in days and it was unsettling to see him so relaxed, sitting in the living room. Especially since he knew that his dad was probably there to talk to him about skipping school. Boruto looked at his feet and kicked at the ground.

"So, what? You've come home just to punish me?"

Naruto looked at his son with a sad smile and cocked his head. "Punish you?"

Boruto's eyes quickly darted to his father's. He was just smiling at him. No ounce of anger in his features at all. The complete opposite of what his mom would've looked like.

"Didn't mom tell you what happened today?"

"No."

Boruto was so confused.

"Shino did."

Oh. Great. Even better, Boruto thought to himself scathingly.

"Boruto, come have a seat," Naruto said, nodding toward the armchair next to him.

He paused for a second, staring at his dad, unsure of what was about to happen. At least with his mom he knew to expect yelling and possibly a grounding. His dad had never really disciplined him before. He reluctantly made his way over to him. He sat on the edge of the cushion and averted his eyes. He felt so uncomfortable as he waited for his dad to say something.

Naruto set down the scroll in his hands and looked at Boruto. It was uncanny the resemblance he bore to his younger self. Although, he was sure Boruto wouldn't appreciate being told that. It made his heart hurt to know he had messed up his relationship with his son so badly. But when Shino had called him and told him Boruto had came in late to class and then skipped the rest of the school day entirely, he knew he needed to be the one who talked to him and not Hinata.

"I know I haven't really been there for you," Naruto began.

Boruto looked up at his old man's face. He didn't think things were gonna start out this way.

"But," he continued, "you're almost eighteen now and I don't want you to resent me as an adult." He ignored the dumbfounded expression on Boruto's face and forced himself to ask the question he wasn't sure if he wanted the answer to. "Just tell me… tell me you aren't getting into trouble to get my attention."

"No!" Boruto instinctively responded. He balked as his dad's eyes fell on him. He didn't like the hurt he saw in them. "This has nothing to do with you, dad." He sounded like such a teenager.

"Whoo!" Naruto exclaimed, brushing his forehead exaggeratedly. Boruto jumped at the sudden outburst. "Well, that's a relief," he said with a giant smile. He chuckled as his son gaped at him with an open mouth. His eyes softened. "Then what's it about? You can tell me. I know that sounds like such a parent thing to say. But I have never been a real parent to you, have I?"

Boruto didn't know how he was supposed to react to his dad's self-deprecation of his parenting skills. He'd never really just sat down with the man and talked before. He felt his chest ache for that kind of relationship with his father, something he had wanted for a long time but never admitted. And it seemed like he was being offered a chance at that right now. He looked down as he spoke, willing to bridge that gap.

"I may have gotten in a fight with someone at school today. And I guess last night too."

"A fist fight?"

"No!" Boruto shouted. "Nothing like that. I…" He paused, not really knowing how to put it. Or how much he wanted to divulge to his father. He stared sternly at Naruto before continuing. "Promise to be on my side?"

Naruto raised an eyebrow. "Of course."

Boruto took a deep breath. "I got in an argument with Sarada yesterday at Thunder Burger and then again today. I kinda said some not so nice things in front of a lot of people. And then at school today, she slapped me. So I just left."

"This isn't me not being on your side, but may I ask what you said to make her slap you?"

"I called her a bitch. Twice. And some other things."

"Boruto…"

"Well she is!"

"Is this also why you skipped your first two periods? You were avoiding Sarada?"

Boruto didn't like how he explained it so simply. He started playing with his fingers, an act that didn't go unnoticed by Naruto.

"You remind me of your mom doing that," he said with a fond smile.

Boruto looked up at him. It was weird seeing his dad so easy going. He never would've thought he'd be so chill and understanding.

Naruto continued smiling. He was actually trying not to laugh. He prepared himself for his son's reaction to what he was about to ask. "Boruto, do you like Sarada?"

Boruto's eyes about bugged out of his skull. He spluttered at the question. "What! Of course not! I can't believe you'd even think that. Sarada is annoying and always doing stuff to get on my nerves. I don't have a crush on her."

Naruto couldn't help the laugh that escaped his lips. "Okay, okay. I take it back," he said, not believing his child one bit.

Boruto huffed at his father's laughter and slumped further back in the armchair with his arms crossed. Naruto gave him a kind look and continued talking.

"Boruto, just because your mom and I are friends with Sarada's parents, that doesn't mean you two have to be."

"We're not friends. That's just it. We hate each other. But our friend groups run in similar circles. And it's not like we can really avoid each other when we're in the same class." For some reason, what happened that day in third period came unbidden to his mind. It was like Sarada's charcoal eyes were still burning into him, unavoidable.

Naruto noticed Boruto's eyes glaze over as if he was remembering something. "Care to share what you were just thinking about?"

Boruto just looked away and grumbled, "no."

"Okay."

Boruto glared at his dad suspiciously, waiting for him to badger an answer out of him. But he didn't. He just kept looking at him with that unnerving, understanding expression on his face.

"Well, I don't have much advice for you except to stop calling Sarada a bitch," Naruto said with a shrug.

It was so weird hearing his dad curse like that.

"And skipping school and basketball practice won't make the situation better," he continued.

"Crap." Boruto had forgotten about practice. He was gonna be in a world of hurt tomorrow.

Naruto chuckled again. "I think you know what you did today wasn't the best course of action. Right?"

"Yeah," Boruto agreed quietly.

"Okay then. So no use punishing you when you clearly understand your mistake. And I'm sure you going to school tomorrow and having to deal with the backlash will be punishment enough."

"Gee, thanks."

"No problem!"

Boruto rolled his eyes at his dad's goofy behavior.

"Now that we've talked, why don't we head to bed. I'll even drop you off at school in the morning before I head to the office."

Boruto smirked as they both stood and started walking toward the stairs. "Making sure I don't wuss out and skip again?"

Naruto laughed good-naturedly. "Exactly!" He ruffled Boruto's hair and his smile grew when his hand was shoved away. He was so happy to have had a conversation like this with him. It made him feel like a little less of a useless parent.

"Also, your mom doesn't know that you skipped today. So we'll just keep this between us men. 'Kay?" He held out his fist as they stopped in the hallway.

Boruto couldn't believe it, but he smiled despite himself. "That's fine by me," he said as his knuckles bumped against his dad's.

He laid in bed that night staring up at the ceiling. He couldn't sleep, his mind was just too full. He smiled when he thought of the conversation he had had with his dad. It was new and kinda awkward, but he was happy with how it went. It was nice to finally be building rapport up with him, even if it was seventeen years late.

But then his smile faltered as he thought about what tomorrow would bring. He would have to face Sarada again. And her friends. And his. And the whole student body, for that matter. Because he knew the rumor mill had to have been running after he left, the news of what happened at lunch probably spreading like wildfire. The star player of the basketball team getting in a fight with the captain of the girls tennis team and top student definitely wasn't something students would just brush aside and forget about.

His mind went back to Sarada and what happened in class. He still didn't know why he'd been looking at her that way. Hell, he was still trying to process what happened outside of Thunder Burger. Because that was what really started all of this.

He had just been trying to tease her. He knew how flustered she got at the slightest innuendo. But he never could've predicted her reaction. That small gasp of hers was like music to his ears and he felt a sense of pride at having made her make such a sound.

Because if he knew anything, he understood the difference between a surprised gasp and an aroused gasp. And Sarada had definitely sounded turned on.

What was even worse was what ran through his head in that moment. He had felt his dick twitch in his pants. A sudden urge to nip her earlobe and run his hands up the sides of her body overcame him. And he was very close to doing it too. If she hadn't pushed him away.

At the time, he had been more upset at not being able to touch her than he was with her actually shoving him. It left him reeling. Even now.

But he hated Sarada. She was the bane of his existence. He wasn't suppose to find her attractive. He shouldn't have wanted to come up behind her at the whiteboard today and run his hand under her skirt as he kissed her neck.

He shook his head violently. He needed to get his shit together. He did not like Sarada Uchiha. He gritted his teeth as he remembered his dad questioning his feelings. They hated each other and that was an indisputable fact.

With that adamant thought in his head, he turned over and closed his eyes.

Boruto woke with a start. He sat up in bed, his breathing ragged. What the fuck was that?!

He ran his fingers through his hair as he rested his elbows on his knees, staring unseeingly at his sheets. He was beside himself, trying to reconcile with the dream he'd just had. The universe must really hate him if this was his punishment for his fight with Sarada. Or it just had a really sick sense of humor.

He had just woken up from a wet dream. Which wasn't too unusual. But this time was different. He refused to look down at his lap. Because he knew what he would find there if he did. His eyes closed as the visuals from his dream played behind his eyelids once more.

He and Sarada were on the roof again. The dream started out just how it happened in real life. Sarada had walked up to smack him, but this time, Boruto had grabbed her wrist before her hand met his cheek. She looked up at him, her mouth forming a small O in surprise. Dream Boruto just gazed back at her, lost in the deep gray of her eyes behind her lenses. Suddenly, he was walking forward, pushing Sarada back against the rooftop's entrance, her wrist still in his grasp.

Dream him leaned down, his breath tickling the side of her neck. She let out a shaky breath as his lips hovered over her pulse.

"Boruto…" Dream Sarada whispered. Dream Boruto groaned at the sound of his name leaving her lips. He quickly fisted his hand in her hair and crushed their lips together. The kiss was harsh and fast and erratic.

Dream Sarada pulled her body close to him, flushed against his chest as her hands circled his neck. Dream Boruto brushed his hands down her sides, coming to a stop to gently knead her ass before grabbing her by the backs of her thighs and lifting her so she could wrap her legs around his waist. He knew she could feel his erection against her and he gave a tentative thrust, rubbing himself against her clothed core.

The moan that ripped through Dream Sarada's throat was enough to make any man squirm. Dream Boruto kissed along her neck, eliciting more mewls from the girl he was suppose to hate. Dream Sarada's hands caressed down his chest and stopped at the waistband of his uniform, trying to fumble with the button on his pants. Dream Boruto groaned as she brushed up against his hard-on as she pulled his zipper down…

"Hey Boruto! You better get a move on or we're both gonna be late!" His dad yelled as he banged on the bedroom door, stopping Boruto from replaying the rest of his dream over in his head.

Boruto jumped at the sudden intrusion. But he was thankful. He wanted to forget that dream. He needed to forget that dream. And a cold shower was a good way to start.


A/N: Yay, we actually got some Boruto and Naruto father-son time. I really liked writing this conversation between them.


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