Can I ask prompt? Boruto as a little kid asking his Dad how he lost his arm/how it's all bandaged up? Thank you!! <3
He was young, so he didn’t quite understand when his father explained the story of how he lost his arm.
“Daddy, I don’t get it.” Boruto said, prodding at the white bandages on his father’s right arm. often he wondered what was under them. Was it some creepy looking arm that was deformed beyond recognition and would haunt his dreams for months? He thought about it a lot for someone so young, but it was just so interesting.
Quirking a brow, Naruto laughed, ruffling the blond locks on his son’s innocent head. “You want me to explain it again?”
He nodded while folding his legs together criss-cross style, his face brightening, waiting for the story. Daddy’s so cool.
Naruto smiled widely. It was always refreshing when his son wanted to know about his past, though sometimes he found his stories to be a little too intense for his young son. So he told him stories about Jiraiya, Iruka, and the adventures of Team Seven. Boruto especially enjoyed that tale of their first mission outside the village and how it turned into a dangerous one. He always sat at the edge of his seat when it got to the part about him fighting Haku and the happy and sad ending it had. But this story about losing his arm was one he had told over and over, like it was Boruto’s favorite Blockbuster.
Knocking his index finger against his chin in thought, Naruto looked up at the ceiling, watching the blades of the fan go round and round. “Well, your Uncle Sasuke and I couldn’t really see eye to eye during the Great Fourth Ninja War, so it was pretty hard to reason with him–actually it still is–so we had to fight each other. Daddy didn’t want to, but there was no other way, Sasuke had a certain path he needed to follow and defeating your tough ol’ Dad was the final tie that needed to be severed. So we went to–”
“The Valley of the End!!” Boruto interrupted, pink flushing his cheeks. “Sorry, Daddy.”
Naruto laughed, patting his son’s thigh. “No worries! But you’re right, we went there and fought and fought, we were both so tired, Daddy even tripped and smacked right into the ground! But I got right back up and made one final rasengan and Sasuke made his last chidori and we rushed at each other and then…BOOM!!!” He reached over grabbing Boruto’s entire body and hugging it to his own, fingers wildly tickling him, making him giggle and squirm.
“Daddy, stooooop, finish the story!” He tired to escape his grasp but it was no use, he was locked in place.
“Okay, okay. So during the big boom, our arms were blown away by the sheer force of it all! And then the next thing we knew we were laying next to each other, completely exhausted, minus one arm and smiling.”
“Why were you smiling? Didn’t you just get your arm blown to pieces?” There was a concerned crease in his brow at his father’s words.
Naruto chewed his words for a moment before speaking. “I guess it was because I knew I had gotten my friend back, we were equal.”
Boruto rolled his eyes. “You and Uncle Sasuke are so lame!”
Naruto brow twitched. “Eh?! Lame??? I’ll show you lame!” He threatened, turning his son on his side and exposing his belly in order to blow raspberries against the skin, making his laughter echo through the entire house.
Then somewhere in the house a baby woke up crying and their fun was over.
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