That small flicker of hope began to grow at the view of his smile. Causing her own to widen, but quick to bite her lip to control it. “Hai, Hima-chan has been here for a little bit now. She.. has done well in explaining things to us, or.. at least helping your father and I understand.”
A silent sigh leaves her, “I promise.. if I can do anything to–..” lighting up at the thought.. “Byakugan!” Veins surface around her eyes, creating slight shadows across once pale skin. Cheeks warming; Hinata didn’t like being seen like this, it was.. uncomfortable in a way. But it was for his sake and hopefully this helped earn the child’s trust?
A few moments later the heiress’s skin flattens, blinking off the feeling that came with such a shift. Focus returning, “to be honest Boruto-kun, I’m still learning about this place too..”
It was difficult enough to accept what happened at her age, but for a child? Glancing down at the ground, expression narrowing as that fact sinks in rather hard. --To be literally torn from his family and to end up here? What if she or Naruto-kun never made it?? What of their children…?!
Fast realizing this was not the time. A quick shake as her expression softens. “All I’ve come to understand is.. we’ve all ended up here at d-different points of our lives.” Gazing at the blond again, “for myself and Naruto-kun it seems.. just before the war. But there are some here that have shown up before it, or in your case long after.. Even people that died in say my time are alive here now.” Fingers hooking together in her lap, “I do not believe we died however, I just.. don’t have answers yet.”
“Where is she? Do you all live together?” His eyes furrowed in concern, thinking of Himawari being here with their... strange (for lack of a better word) parents. “How long... has she been here?” And how did she get here. What if he had failed her as a niisan by not being here to protect her?
The young Uzumaki watched the familiar sight of her Byakugan activating... just like his mom’s back home. As far as he knew it wasn’t something that could be imitated or replicated by jutsu.
He took in her words, but couldn’t help but stare at her, still processing her younger appearance, doing his best to accept that she was his mom... kind of. His head cocked to the side slightly as he studied her and thought back to the pictures at home he’d seen of her when she was younger... whens he looked just like this.
Boruto thought about what to say next. He wasn’t expecting answers about their being here from her he supposed. He processed the confirmation that she was indeed a younger version of his mom, transported here yet still existing at home. What he really wanted to know was: “Do you still want to be my mom?” His question came out strong as he looked her straight in the eyes, searching for her answer. “And Himawari’s?” he added soon after. “If you don’t,” he paused, frowning, “I understand.” And he did. She was younger here, but still kind of the same person. There couldn’t be an obligation to take the place of her future self at home. “I’ll find Hima-chan and take care of her so you don’t have to.”
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