Hehehehe. Not me guilty for dissappearing. But you see this chapters need so much editing *sigh* and modifications *sigh* and afterthoughts *longgggg sighhhhh*. These stories are really beyond my writing experience so I just hope you guys like it. Fun fact I edited this around 52 times. Yet I was so ensure and this dragged on for so long. UFF, I'm really swarryyyy.

And I think this is where the tea actually starts spilling. I mean there's a long way to go and so much more to happen but the prologue starts here :)

DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN NARUTO/ BORUTO.

CHAPTER 4 : INTIMACY OR COMFORT?

Ma'am would like to order anything?' A waiter looked at her with a pity smile and saddened eyes, as if to convey he felt sorry for her, Even he knew. He would be hardly eighteen but he still knew what was happening to her.

'Thank you but no. I must be leaving. ' she politely declined the offer and straighten up, getting ready too leave.

'Oh ok. Are you okay though Mrs. Uzumaki? ' He had a worried expression on his face. She smiled politely and nodded her head.

'I do. ' This was not the first time. A while back, 365 days to exact her husband did the same thing. That wasn't the first as well, she has gotten used to it. He was the Hokage after all, pity things like anniversary should be his least of worries. She understood it well but her stupid heart. Maybe just maybe she thought he would some how surprise her and they'd had just half an hour of a meal together. He'd be in awe with her looks, just like he was years ago. She'd blush and they would have a memorable Anniversary.

That was not the case. It's been long since their marriage, now they were above thirty and held responsibilities. It was her fault to weave pretty hypothesis and expect them to come true somehow. When will she mature? When will she finally adjust? She was glad that only a few people were there tonight and she smartly choose the furthest seat in the place. Otherwise she would have embarrassed his husband for nothing. He was a honourable and busy man as his wife she should adapt to it as well.

Then why were tears so defiant? Why was she wobbling on her way to her house? Home? It was empty. Hanabi took the kids for a sleep over so she could have a nice 'anniversary night' with her beloved husband. Little did she know her efforts were utterly disposed. Whose fault was it anyway?

Hers.

Hinata jolted awake from the torturous dream she just witnessed. Her bangs sticking to her forehead, the temperature was alright she wasn't. Nothing, absolutely nothing was working in her favor. She didn't knew what was happening to her, it was not like she was crying all the fucking time or going on a blind rage. Hell she would have been grateful if she felt any thing. All she was feeling was worthless, useless and numb. Sometimes she felt like pulling all her hair out and sometimes she would have a breakdown without her knowing. She felt more dead than living.

She knew she would get stronger but the process was so traumatizing she felt losing it every moment of every day. She was going to hold on matter what. She'll prove everyone that she was not weak, not some pampered hokage wife or whatever the hell that was. She knew she would or so she reminded herself now and then. It was just a phase it'll pass. She has her kid(s) with her. That's what important and that's why she won't allow herself to shatter.

However sleep was not in her fate, not tonight, not for a few days.

She felt restless. What was she supposed to do? Her husband has somehow fleed with her daughter without anyone noticing. Not even Naruto nor his numerous clones could find them. This was turning into a severely wretched situation. This was not what was supposed to happen. Sasuke was not supposed to find them nor was Sarada.

When Naruto said they were going to inform him, were they? She and the hokage had been in it for months now and whenever Sasuke came home Sakura still had the audacity to seduce him, sadly he never stayed long enough to even watch the show. That's what got her frustrated in the first place. She thought maybe her closeness to Naruto would ring some bells in Sasuke's head and he'd finally give the attention she deserved. But oh dear how had things turned this way?

Naruto became bold each passing day and she desperate. She desperately needed someone who would adore her, whisper sweet things in her ear and make her have a ride of euphoria in bed. She imagined it to be Sasuke but didn't mind Naruto. Sasuke made it seem like the marriage had no value, she was just a hostage to keep his kid. She accepted when he said he wanted time atone his sins and whatever but then what? For 13 fucking years he was atoning? Leaving his wife and daughter in oblivious. Hell she wouldn't have known Sasuke actually visited the village once in a while if she hadn't grown close to Naruto and felt perfectly comfortable visiting as often as she could or want.

And even after all this years he'd still have the audacity to waltz into her life and take her baby girl away. Sarada was her everything and now because of Sasuke she left her. The one person she did everything to make happy and satisfied. He didn't even talk to her. If a few years ago she would have spotted Sasuke naked in a bed with a woman, she was positive she wouldn't have just walked out. She would have definitely talked about it, made him compensate and still love him. That's how she loved him. But him? What did he do? He put no effort in the nuptial. So did he even love her, after all this she has been through?

The answers would be a well refined no, therefore she was not about to cry for him. She deserved an apology as much as he did. She won't let him treat her like nobody when the hokage himself was head over heels with her. She made the hokage break his sweet home and come striding to wipe her tears who was he then? All she wanted was her daughter back and she would make sure the man she was allowing to hold her in arms would do just that.

"Naruto... You would never leave me right? " She purred into his ear.

"Of course not Sakuraaaa chan. " He tightened his hold on her. The only person who understood him or so he thinks. Honestly he cannot guarantee the success of his own words. Deep inside he longed for his wife. His sweet little wife who was an epitome of kindness and feminity. Which is why he still believed that somehow she'll forgive him again, just like all the other times. "Don't worry it'll be alright. Believe it! "

"Hmm... " She nuzzled herself into him. This was going to be her key to gain her daughter back and still wrap herself in all the pampering she was showered with.

No, no no no, this shouldn't be happening. Hinata felt the timid papers wrinkling under her deliberate hold. The bills. House Bill, water bill, electricity bill, phone bills, everything was left unattended. It would be due in a few days. This is something a husband should have done, had he been not busy on his whore that is. For all this time she thought as a courtesy a sense of responsibility he'd do such things or as a matter of fact he was the earning member. She was not a shinobi nor a Hyuga anymore, from where was she supposed to get a continuous supply of money? Whatever was there was swiftly getting spent on grocery and essentials. If she was to avoid getting due charges then she had a very few days to pay. From the remaining money she'd only be able to pay a half and end up broke.

She took frantic breathes in an attempt to calm herself down. She had a few options, first she'd send all of this right back to unfaithful hokage's face and let him do the things he should have done way back. But her dignity and sanity won't allow her. She'd stick to her consciousness. Second she could tap into her Hyuga account. Unfortunately that was risk inducing as well. Letting the Hyugas know about her issues was never an option. She had gotten out of that timid girl behind her father's robe, she was not going behind it again. Third she'd have to do a job, to earn and live her life. What could be suitable for her? Her family of three kids?

Become a kunoichi as she should be.

Then what would happen to Hima..? Who would take care of her. Will she in a way influence her to take up the shinobi life. What if something happens to her? Nothing, absolutely nothing could keep a shinobi's life impeccably safe. People still died nowadays not to mention she hasn't been a shinobi for around 12 years. Yes, she abandoned all of this just so she could be an Uzumaki and dedicate her life to her kids. No, she doesn't regret the latter. Saying the same for former would be a bit controversial. Right now nothing can change the fact that she was not fit to a shinobi. That implied the last option is not miracle as well. Even if she does become a kunoichi again she'll have to go through proper examinations which she nowhere is fit for.

Her head was about to burst from all these. This wasn't supposed to go in this heinous way. Choked by her own suppressed screams and sobs she clutched the dining furniture, the wood cautiously chipping her nails and eyes determined not to shed a tear. Lining her lips in distrait woe thoughts she dragged her limbs to her bedroom. No matter what happens she won't let the kids know about such things.

This was not the first time he was watching the hyuga in despair however it was always amusing. The drunken rampaging one, the walking corpse one. He has been at the doorway for a while now, he can confidently state she had no idea what was happening around her. And this woman was a shinobi. Laughable. At this rate she would get robbed one day. He smirked, time to teach pompous hyuga a lesson.

Tremle.

He paused when she stood up. She was severely trembling.

Bleed.

He noticed her nails and lips were bleeding.

Distant.

Her eyes looked distant. She was not angry not sad just empty.

''Hyuga.'' He whispered upon reaching in front of her. She wouldn't bother. He very reluctantly forwarded his hands, placed on her shoulders. Even little gestures felt so intimate to him. She stood on her place eyes hd by her bangs, her body inches apart from him. He again very reluctantly lifted her chin to look into her eyes, he did not intend to do so, it only occcured.

Broke. Helpless. Alone.

Her eyes said so. A contact with her eyes and she collapsed on him. Crying her eyes till dry, muffling her screams and sobs in his shirt. Her straightened paralysed arms clutched his hanging robe for dear life.

He knew she had no idea what she was doing, in her state of dolour sub consciously she was seeking comfort from any possible locale. Yet, why did this felt so intimate to him? For him the closest people can get is by sharing their despair. His intimidating presence always prevented people and himself to share melancholia. They always acted tough or too humble and piety towards him. Consequential, he never felt genuinly inseparable to anyone. Then what is this intangible intimacy this woman was making him feel under his skin?

That day, when they were wasted in liquor she surely confessed a lot many things; coated in feign optimisism. He couldn't care less, hyuga was straightaway reckless and sadist to continue bearng untill the brim in the first place. Today she is tired, just tired of holding in everything. He could witness all those stark naked despondent emotions fatigued of hyugas delusion, all over the plcae. Indeed this was tragic, theb why in the name of deceased was he feeling a certainess of comfort in these touches?

Regardless, he wrapped his arm around her so as to let her liberate those held up emotions. Gently lifting her from the hardwood floors he carried her in his arms.

Sarada dumped her hands in front of her mouth to prevent unrequited noises escape. She came here to grab a glass of water instead caught a rather dicey scene take place. Papa carrying Hyuga-san. All her life she has never seen an intimate moment take place between her parents. The most they have gone would accidental hand touches. Uh sure sometimes Mama would be become desperate but papa would perfectly be in controll. They made sure to avoid those especially in front of her. That kind of behaviour between a martial couple would actually make someone believe babies are made by kissing.

She concluded for her reason papa hated physical contact that didn't include kicking, punching, slitting necks, breaking bones, snapping necks so on. But what was that she saw just now? Did hyuga-san faint? Even if she did assuming her knowledge of knowing papa he would've dragged her or poured water on her. That clearly wasn't the case here.

Does papa actually have a soft side to him beneath those parlous eyes? Hell does she even know him?

Something tightened in her chest. Does she even know the person she calls papa? The person that has the responsibility of her after abandoning the only mother she has been with for arund 14 years? Who was he? Politically, he was a very important person who shouldered the responsibility to protect the village from shadows. Legally, he was husband of Sakura Uchiha and father of Sarada Uchiha. Socially, he belonged from Uchiha clan infamous for their sharingan. Being his sole daughter she had no intel on the clan they belonged. Apparently she has no accesed to.

But personally speaking how much did she know him? as his daughter? Aggregating the hours spent with him will not even reach to 24 hours. Disturbing but veracious. She scarcely knew he was an excellent shinobi on par with lord seventh who can handle any situation with absolutely little to no effort, like kick boruto's ass. He never showed much emotion and was always like all the time on alert. She seriously doubted if he'd catch a night of sleep peacefully without a weapon at hand. And he trusted Mama, Lord seventh a lot. Sad irony was it. But that was all she knew which definitely wasn't enough. She has to know more about him. And damn right She will.

With a newfound motive she pumped her fists in the air, set her eyes on the goal and carefully sneaked around the stairs then corridor to have a 'talk' with her father. At reaching the door that would open to Hyuga-san's bedroom which would open the ultimate portal on her father's life. She gulped and wiped the sweat off her palms, tightened her fingers once proceeding with quivering hands she turned the door knob just slightly. She peaked through the narrow space, somehow expecting her father to pop out in front of her with the same plane all knowing eyes.

She closed her eyes to gather all her scattered thoughts, she hoped when she would open her eyes she will find him staring down at her. She waited a while, nothing happened. So she looked through the place conceivably to not upset Hyuga-san's privacy. And so she saw, Hyuga-san's lassitude body comfortably curled up with her father's. Her father's awkward posture to accomodate the proximity as well as a serene face.

This was supposed to be another heartbreak but why was there a smile on her lips by looking at her father's face. He has been cramping himself in the sofa beware of all the ANBU guarding outside. In here he looked so cumbrous at the same time so peaceful she wanted to laugh. Of course anyone would have a suspicion of an affair after looking at something like that but in her case , really? She glanced one more time and carefully closed te door still shaky and unstable.

Quietly she stepped down the stairs, trudged towards the kitchen to grab a glass of water. There it lay scratched furniture, crammed bills and tear drops. A lot of things made sense above all she was grateful she didn't do any impulsive actions, learned from her mistakes and trusted people. Furthermore Hima will be happy to know that her oka-san is sleeping well. She has been so worried about her these past days. Afterall they were in their care now. They would be fine. It would be fine.

There I wrote it. Took me while but I wrote it, yay! Besides I'm mostly grateful for all your reviews. Thank you everyone for holding me up;)

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