Of Betrayals, Hate and Home

by Anaxn

Kabuto and Sakura were never as they seemed. Wearing a mask had become an art form for them. Their lives played out on a silver stage, spattered with blood and the bitter tears of betrayals. A series of short tales about Kabuto Hyuuga and Sakura No Oto.

23. Playing Possum

"Daddy stop it! Stop it!" The young boy giggled, writhing on the bed as his father mercilessly tickled his middle. The silver haired shinobi smiled and continued to make his son squirm. Suddenly the brown haired boy shoved his father in the shoulder, pushing him off the bed much to the surprise of the older man. He landed on the floor hard, then lay there unmoving. The boy looked over worriedly, worrying he might have put too much chakra into the strike.
"Dad?" The man lay still for a bit, then leapt up, hoisting the boy into the air, his Hyuuga eyes sparkling.
"You won't get me that easily!"