A/N: Well we made it to chapter 1. Here we'll get started with the actual time travel stuff.
Chapter 1
Bolt awakes to the feeling of hard wood. His condition wasn't exactly optimal to begin with and his sister's kamikazi hug hadn't bettered it in any shape or form. The room felt like it was spinning and it was making him nauseous it appeared that whatever happened wasn't without side effects. It was beginning to be far too difficult to remain conscious and the boy finally succumbed to his exhaustion.
"Mhmm..." The young Uzumaki groaned as he began to arise drenched in his own sweat. He awakened to find himself in the living room of what seemed to be a hovel of some sort.
After a few attempts he manages to stand up with his blurred vision slowly returning to clarity and began to have a clearer picture of the room. It was near the main entrance, had a few chairs around a table, and he could see the kitchen as evident by a fridge in his sight.
He'd almost call it homey if it wasn't for the unfathomable amount of mess and trash spread throughout it. How the hell does anyone even live like this? Bolt had been raised in a very clean home with visits to the Hyuuga estate, which was managed to remain spotless, and couldn't comprehend how anyone would let a home fall into such decay.
"Hnn..." He muttered as he approached the nearest window. I suppose I should be more focused on figuring out just where I happen to be. Just how did I end up in this hovel? It would make no sense to just leave me here if this was a kidnapping; maybe someone found me unconscious in the cave and brought me here- Bolt was interrupted as the doorknob began to turn. Well I guess I'm going to have my questions answered faster then I thought.
"Damn Sasuke!~ Making me look bad again just because I forgot my wallet at home! Why I oughta-"
A whiskered boy no older than him stormed inside ranting off in fury.
"..." The taller whiskered child stood silently before the young Jinchuriki.
"..." The shorter whiskered boy returned the stare as they both appeared dumbfounded. "H-ha Wha?! Who the hell are you?!"
"Who am I?! Just who are you and why are you using transformation to appear as my young father?" Bolt countered more than a little surprised at how someone playing dress up as his father would not be aware who Naruto's son was.
"Transformed into who?! I don't have any idea what your blabbering about! And I'm for sure no one's young dad, so you must be some lunatic! And why the hell do you look like me?!" The not so elder now Uzumaki shouted back at him.
"What in all….. The audacity! You dare parade around as my father in childhood and question MY sanity?" The lavender eyed boy replied nearing the end of his wit.
"Audacity? What does…. Oh I get it!" The blue eyed Uzumaki suddenly became elated forming a rather crooked sneering smile. "You must me a fan of mine aren't you?! That makes sense! You just dressed up as me!"
"Dah-uh, WHAT?!" Bolt reached a level of confoundment at the absolutely maddening accusation.
"Hehehe! You don't have to be to shy about it even though you making yourself look like me is a little creepy….." his father carried on completely confident he has deduced the situation.
"Listen here naive! I am no admirer of my father, which you cannot possibly be in the first place! And I most certainly not making myself appear like him! Lastly, I am Boruto Uzumaki son of the very Naruto Uzumaki you are pretending to be. So I suggest you stop this charade before I have you imprisoned for impersonation of the 7th Hokage!" The taller whiskered Uzumaki stated authoritatively.
"Naive?…. Listen buddy I-" Naruto blinked. "7th Hokage?" The blue eyed Uzumaki formed a confused gaze.
"Yes Seventh? What are you daft?" Bolt furrowed his brow at his father's imposter.
"BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" His young father exploded in laughter. "Like I'm totally gonna be Hokage, but seventh? Pfft! We are still on the 3rd and there have only been 4! So what I'm going to be Hokage at the age of the pervy old man?" Naruto chided as he rolled in the ground in laughter.
How can anyone be this ignorant?! "Just what kind of-" Bolt shivered in frustration as his father's laughter interrupted him yet again.
"Look bub you can check the Hokage faces yourself and count 4! Not 7!" Naruto motioned towards window.
"What madness are you-" N-no th-there is no way. Bolt stared mouth wide at the Hokage faces stopping at his grandfather Minato. "That's impossible!" Bolt had defaced the faces on many occasions in his troubled youth and knew every inch of the Hokage faces. And now he stared at a monument missing three entire faces.
"Hahaha!" Naruto continued his laughter with his eyes closed on the ground.
It has to be a lie! Byakugan! Alas it was no illusion nor con his byakugan confirmed the horrifying reality. He turned face grimaced towards his father only to confirm that it was no transformation jutsu. It's not possible!
"Mhmm? So what I tell-" His father's sentence was cut short by him covering his father's eyes. "H-hey!" Naruto flailed.
Bolt deactivated his byakugan before releasing his father determined to preserve as much as much knowledge as he could now that he understood the situation. "Sorry…" Bolt apologized releasing his father feeling a mix of dread, shame, and above all worry over the implausible turn his life has taken.
"W-well no sweat, you're obviously a little lost up there." His father gestured to his head.
"Haah…" Bolt sighed at the task that laid before him. "Look…. I apologize for not believing you were Naruto Uzumaki but!…."
"But?" Naruto tilted his head to the side.
The lavender eyed Uzumaki pressed his lips as he grimaced. "As implausible as it may seem from your current self… You must assure yourself that all the claims apart from questioning your identity have been spoken in truth!"
"Ah…" His father softened his eyes and stared at him sympathetically.
"So... you believe me?" Bolt felt slightly relieved at how much simpler it had been than he anticipated.
"Yes I understand believe you completely" his father firmly clasped his hands bringing a smile to Bolt's face. "I believe you really think all you said is true and want you to know I will do everything I can to cure you messed up head" Naruto spoke as tears fell from his eyes.
The taller whiskered child forms a blank expression at his father's latest vow. "Keh… just another promise for you to break" Bolt whispers with a lowering his eyes.
"Hmm? What did you-" The shorter blonde suddenly finds himself experiencing sharp pain originating from a single finger jab perpetrated by his own son. "Ow! What the hell! Why does a poke hurt so damn much?!" Naruto cries out as he once again finds himself rolling around on the ground.
"Hnn… Well unfortunately I would prefer to bring a conclusion sooner rather than later" Bolt spoke monotoned as he sat beside his father grabbing his hands and pressing it against his face.
"Uhm?" His father blurted out showing clear discomfort at their rather odd physical connection.
"My whiskers…. when you pull them out, they take 3 months to grow back. And they hurt like hell if you pull on them." Bolt replied with a serious expression.
"How the hell would you know-" Naruto asked genuinely considering the insanity of what his supposed son was saying to be true.
"It's because I've lived with these particular facial features since the day I was born. As I assume you know full well how that would be…" The taller whiskered boy stood up.
"But there's just no way that's possible… that would mean you really are my…" His father followed suit picking himself up.
"You feel the need to revocalize that with me? I am confounded as much as you are at the implausibility of our current predicament." The Hokage's first born admitted. "But there is no other option but to accept reality…."
"So you're really my kid?! No kidding?!" Naruto perked up a bit.
"… Yes?-" The lavender eyed Uzumaki attempted to answer.
"A-and all that stuff you said about me becoming Hokage it's true?! Freaking awesome! I always knew I'd be Hokage I just knew it!" Naruto jumped striking the air feeling positively pumped with delight. "So when do I become Hokage? What kind of get up do I wear? How does my face look on the monument? Do I use a lot of cool jutsu techniques to show-"
"I can't answer any of that!" Bolt barked off ending his father's bombardment of questions.
"Huh? Why not?!" His father whined disappointed at the response.
"Because it could alter history. It could change the future; you could end up being the wrong Hokage or not end up being one at all! Although I wouldn't mind it so much." The first born answered muttering the last sentence under his breath.
"Oh Cmon! One story of me using a super awesome jutsu couldn't hurt!" Naruto begged.
"No! Now stop asking I've already revealed more than what is likely safe, but it couldn't be helped since I let that out anyway and need you to trust me." Bolt countered.
"Hmmmm? What you need my help for?" His father inquired raising a brow.
"I require your assistance to help me first locate some people I assume followed me to this time and second figure out a way back." The lavender eyed boy replied.
"Ha! Sure thing!" Naruto touted off as he grabbed his son in a headlock. "There is nothing a pair of Uzumakis can't do!" He bellowed on.
Well his attitude is still pretty much the same. He seems strangely happy about me being here though… If I was him I'd just find it burdensome. "Well… glad we settled that…" Bolt spoke as he slipped out of his father's embrace.
"Alright! We're totally finding your friends! Uzumaki partners 100%!" The shorter blonde proclaimed. "But first let's eat… I got some special deluxe ramen I've been saving you want some?" His father offered as they walked to the kitchen.
"Uhm first off.. for the sake of us all never EVER repeat that statement or any like it. Second, I had some ramen yesterday, so I'll just get something else." Bolt replies as he nears the fridge.
".…. You sure you're my son?" Naruto narrows his eyes as he takes out a instant ramen deluxe from the cabinet.
"Yes? I thought we-" Bolt is suddenly petrified. "Eh?…." He mutters as he abandons the fridge and begins raiding the cabinets. What is this…. "There is nothing here but instant ramen and some condiments… where are your groceries?!"
"My what? Eh… I just have ramen, it's easier to make and tastes great!" His father replies as his mouth waters in the aroma of freshly peeled ramen container.
HOW DOES ANYONE LIVE LIKE THIS?! Bolt reeled back in horror as he father continued to chuckle in the background.
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