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Borushiki Dream #3

I am having way too much fun with Momoshiki.

The hideout had unlimited access to hot water. How, Boruto didn't know, but it probably had something to do with the fact that there was an onsen nearby.

Small mercies, Koji had said, but Boruto didn't consider it so. A saving grace, more likely. He didn't think he could live without hot water.

There was pressure in his head as he stood in the shower, water hitting his back, debating if he was steady enough to lean down and take the bottle of shower gel.

Images that didn't belong to his memories were swimming in his mind's eye.

Momoshiki was dreaming about that Otsutsuki woman again.

She looked like the rest of them. Long white hair, pale skin, white robes, Byakugan. Though there was something like a combination of Rinnegan and Sharingan (a Rinne Sharingan?) in the middle of her forehead - a third eye. Boruto had never seen it before.

He wondered if the woman had been Momoshiki's lover. They seemed to be arguing a lot in his dreams. He called her a traitor and a whore, and she told him to mind his language as she was a respectable mother of two.

He wanted to make her suffer and she kept telling him he didn't know what he had gotten himself into. If he didn't let go soon, he'd end up regretting the day he ever thought of this planet.

If the pressure in Boruto's head didn't let up soon, he might as well try to crack it open just to see if it would help.

He turned the shower off. All right, easy now. He bent slowly, his palm firmly glued to the wall with his chakra, just in case. OK, he got the bottle.

The woman's face rose in his mind on the way up, her eyes cold and furious. Her hand closed around his throat. It was like someone cut off his air supply. He couldn't breathe in.

Perhaps he ought to have been frightened, or at least tiny bit alarmed, but it has happened enough times by now that he knew he wasn't going to die.

The image flickered, and for a brief moment, the woman's eyes and hair turned black. Boruto blinked, his heart pounding heavily, and the image returned to normal.

She let go just as the shower floor started to sway under his feet. He gasped and knelt down, dizzy and euphoric with a sudden rush of oxygen.

Once his head was clear, he rose and let the water wash over him one more time as he had gone dry in the meantime, then squeezed a bit of the gel into his palm and slapped it onto his stomach, spreading it around.

Now, he generally condemned cheating, but if that woman had taken one look at the situation and figured she had to bolt (and have two kids with someone else, apparently), Boruto could hardly blame her.

I heard that, deadpanned the situation, see above.

A corner of Boruto's lips tugged upward. There was silence before Momoshiki added, unexpectedly, She was nothing to me. In fact, she was of the lower rank. You ought to understand.

Boruto looked up in surprise, then remembered, for the thousandth time, that his interlocutor was not in front of him.

What do you mean, I ought to understand?

He could envision Momoshiki tilting his head to the side. Well, your lover is hardly a peasant.

It took Boruto a beat. Sarada?

He was instantly hit with a wave of Momoshiki's annoyance. No, Kinshiki Otsutsuki.

Boruto shook his head, trying not to laugh. Sarada and I are just friends. And if she were my lover, it would certainly not be because she is of the "higher rank".

No, you just conveniently stumled upon the heir to the Uchiha clan.

Boruto growned internally.

Whatever my opinion of the human race, Momoshiki continued before Boruto could respond, the Uchiha and the Hyuga are the direct descendants of the Otsutsuki.

There was something that Boruto suspected was supposed to be a shrug. He paused. What's that supposed to mean?

Nothing, Momoshiki snapped. I am merely emphasizing the importance of propriety. If that one had spread her legs to someone appropriate, you and I wouldn't be having this discussion in the first place.

Boruto stored that piece of information in the to-be-unpacked folder of his brain, and grinned. Are you trying to tell me I have your approval?

Momoshiki rolled his eyes. Boruto could tell that he was about to retreat when he said, almost over his shoulder, Next time you decide to indulge your shower fantasies, remind me to remind you that you and Sarada are just friends.

Boruto slipped.

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Borushiki Dream #4

I promise I didn't forget about this series, life's just been busy lately 🫠

This chapter is very near and dear to my heart! Enjoy 🫶🫶🫶

Thunder Burger. Big, beautiful and eye-watering. It sits in his hands, hot and heavy. The wrapper is dusted with pepper and stained with delicious grease. Lettuce and lemon are sticking out. Thick, proper lemon slices. Hot pepper. The scent of grilled meat.

Boruto can feel saliva rushing to his mouth.

What can rival divinity?

What could possibly be good enough to erase its taste from his memory?

He tries to swallow, but the base of his throat hurts. His heart is pounding heavily. Why does it feel like it's been such a long time since he's eaten here?

He leans forward, bringing the burger closer to his mouth, when a hand grabs his wrist.

"I'm sorry, sir," a young woman with reddish hair gathered into a ponytail smiles politely. "But this order was placed for Uzumaki Boruto."

She's wearing the Thunder Burger uniform and cap.

Boruto doesn't know her. Which is odd, because he knows everyone here. Now that he thinks about it, he's sitting in the wrong place too. This isn't his usual spot.

"That's me," he says automatically.

Her smile seems forced. "No, sir. I don't know who you are."

He wants to point out that just because he doesn't know her either, it doesn't mean that she doesn't work here, but she's already pulling the burger out of his hands. Boruto tries to hold it more firmly without appearing rude.

"This is my burger," he reassures her, "I'm Boruto Uzumaki."

His throat tightens even more. Something's wrong here.

The waitress is not listening. She is stronger than him. She's going to take it away from him. Panic is bubbling up in his gut.

"It's mine," he practically whines as he struggles to keep it in his hands. He has missed it. He has missed it so terribly he can feel the ache in his chest. How long has it been since he was last home?

Somewhere in the back of his mind, someone lets out an exasperated groan.

"Sir, I need you to let go now," she says coldly.

His eyes prickle with tears. "I'm Boruto Uzumaki," he whispers.

"Can you provide a document that proves your identity?" she asks in a neat, robotic voice. He shakes his head helplessly.

"That's Boruto Uzumaki," she says, pointing toward the other end of the diner. Boruto follows her gaze and sees Kawaki, in his green shirt and sleeveless, high-collared blue jacket. He's sitting at a table next to the window - and opposite him, with her back turned to Boruto, is Sarada.

His heart lightens. Sarada knows him. She can explain this mix-up.

He reaches their table and puts his hand on her shoulder. This is his table, he realizes. And Kawaki is in his seat.

"Sarada."

But the girl who turns to look at him is not quite her. Her hair is much shorter. Her glasses don't have the red rim. She's taller too, and different in the body somehow, more like a woman. There is no recognition in her eyes.

Fear sinks into his heart like a blade, but he still smiles. "It's me."

She observes him briefly. His heartbeat quickens. This is it. She'll recognize him now. They grew up together. If anyone knows him, it's her.

"Sorry," she says and looks back at Kawaki.

Before it has a chance to sink any deeper, the blade of fear gets yanked out, followed by a series of complaints muttered under one's breath about pathetic brats and better vessels.

It's fine, he tells himself. It's been a while. She doesn't look quite like herself either. Her voice has changed too. It's deeper, richer, more feminine.

He taps her shoulder again, but she ignores him still.

"Sarada."

"What do you want?" she snaps, and her tone is all too familiar. Let her be angry. He'd rather she be angry than not know who he is.

"It's me," he says again, voice thick with stage-fright he used to feel when she watched him train.

They're on training grounds and he's waiting for her reaction, breathless and tired in a good way, his fingers tingling with chakra. Did he do well? Did she watch? Does she think he's good? He wants to be good. He wants to be worthy.

She still looks annoyed, but it's all right, because he knows this version of her. The version that wears red instead of black and her Konoha headband on her forehead.

But the scene changes again, somewhat artificially, and Boruto startles. He's watching the older Sarada grip the railing in worry, Class Rep beside her. She's the one who sees him first.

This is a dream.

The moment the realization hits him, he tries to wrench free, but the scene keeps playing out. Sarada turns. Her eyes land on him.

Boruto halts, for less than a second, and there it is. Recognition.

Heart racing, knowing that this can't end well, he opens his arms for her. She rushes into his embrace, and because it's a dream, he allows himself to wrap one arm around her shoulders and the other around her waist, pulling her as close as he can, and tucks himself into her neck.

But the expression that overtakes her face when she pulls back is not meant for him. It's the expression people have directed at Kawaki more times than he could remember. Distrust. Cold and unforgiving, with a hint of intolerance.

No. No, no, no, no.

He shuts his eyes, but it's too late. Momoshiki is holding him firmly in place. Let me go, he pleads.

What does it matter? It's just a dream, the mocking voice responds, breathy with laughter.

"You," she hisses, and it feels like a knife in the heart. "This is all your doing."

Boruto steels himself.

"You killed Lord Seventh," she grits through her teeth, pointing an accusatory finger at his chest.

His heart contracts painfully at her words, but he nods weakly. There is no point fighting her. She's not real. Though, fake as she is, Boruto is still tempted to back away when she takes a threatening step in his direction.

"You killed the woman who took you in and loved you like you were her own. You betrayed your home, your family, your friends, us, me."

The bitterness in Boruto's throat intensifies, and even though he can't feel the tears, he knows they're there.

Something about dream-Sarada shifts again. Her Mangekyo flares to life as she chokes, "You left me all alone with the people who hate me. I fought for you, I gave everything for you, and you abandoned me."

"No," he says without thinking, reaching for her, with Momoshiki cackling in the background. He puts his hands on her shoulders and realizes, belatedly, that she's speaking to him - to Boruto - again.

"I'd never. I'd let the world be swallowed by the Trees, but I wouldn't abandon you."

"You already have," she whispers. "You died, remember?"

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Borushiki Dream #2

I had lots of fun writing about something Momoshiki might be afraid of, and I hope you like it as much as I did 😁😁

To Boruto's utmost horror, he was charging at Sarada. There was nothing he could do. His body moved on its own accord, cutting through the air faster than lightning itself.

The feeling was terrifying. He saw his feet hit the ground but couldn't feel it under his soles. Chakra was hissing in his palm, but he couldn't feel it in his fingers.

Sarada took a defensive stance.

Her arms were trembling, her chest was rising and falling rapidly, and she kept squinting, a deep frown set in her face, either from strain or teetering on the edge of consciousness.

She wouldn't have time to react, wouldn't have the strength to deflect.

His heart swelled with glee. At long last, he thought, even though his throat tightened so much it hurt, even though he'd rather cut off his arm than lay it on her.

It was over. A few more heartbeats, and her heart would stop forever, and the boy's soul would wither away with her. He'd be alone in his head again.

Grinning to himself, he swung at her, but the girl sidestepped him as if he were a child and landed a heavy blow on the back of his neck with her elbow.

Momoshiki couldn't breathe. He couldn't pull himself up. He was about to hit the ground face-first when she hauled him back up, her grip on his throat suffocating.

Something in him went silent.

Her skin had turned Otsutsuki pale.

Rinne Sharingan had opened on her forehead.

It had been a while since he'd last seen it. His gaze slowly returned to her eyes.

He was so certain he'd find himself looking at the Byakugan that his mind blanked when he was met with plain black. There was still something odd about her eyes, though.

"What do you think you're doing, Momoshiki?" she asked calmly, her girlish voice strengthened with another, much older.

Its familiarity brought him back to his senses. He wanted to move. He really did. He was going to. He was going to crack her skull for daring to -

"This is my home," she hissed, jerking him closer. He swallowed a gust of air that smelled like Sarada's shampoo.

Her glasses, he realized. Her glasses were gone.

"...and the home of my children." She raised her chin. "We do not like visitors."

She let go of his collar, making him stagger and fall backwards. Her Rinne Sharingan sent a pulsing sensation through his entire body, and a piercing, nauseating pain shot through his temples.

She was right next to him. He could feel her body's warmth, her long robes, her nails scraping his scalp as she pulled his hair and angled his face toward her.

"And we do not like," her grip on his hair loosened, and she ran her fingers through it, kind of protectively, "when they try to take what's ours."

Momoshiki laughed in surprise. "You sad, traitorous harlot. That chakra fruit was never yours to take."

Kaguya's eyes hardened. "You come to my house, you abide my rules. You'd do well to release the Hyuga boy. He was never yours to take."

He couldn't believe her audacity. "Your house? Your house!?" The pain his head intensified, and he gagged, fighting off a wave nausea.

She leaned down, touching his forehead with hers, her hand slipping into his shirt to rest on the black mark on his chest. "It's OK."

Hot, liquid rage spilled through his veins, and he gripped her arms, digging his fingers in her flesh, hoping it would bruise, wanting so badly to make her hurt, and switched their positions.

The battlefield went up in a swirl and then they were on top of the Hokage faces, and Sarada was on her back, her face unnervingly serene, her legs entangled with his.

He kept trying to press a kunai into her chest, but the girl was unreasonably strong. It didn't seem like she was struggling at all.

Momoshiki wanted to hit her. Must she resist him every step of the way? Couldn't she just die?

"Boruto," she whispered. She hadn't moved, yet he could feel her calloused palm on his cheek. "It's OK. You can let go now."

Just as she said that, the knife went through.

Momoshiki watched with a dread he had never felt before as her mouth filled with blood. She coughed.

No, he thought desperately. No, no, no, no.

He woke with a startle and a heaviness that wasn't meant for gods. The room was still dark. With a deep sigh, he drew back into the far corner of Boruto's mind.

If the boy had picked up on Kaguya's presence, he was too busy to ask any questions. Really, the way he was wailing, one would think the two of them had ended up with a knife in their chest.

The home of her children... Didn't she hate her children? Or did she love them just enough not to let anyone else but her terrorize their descendants?

No. No. Kaguya was gone. It was merely something about the girl that made him remember. Nothing else.

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Dawn

Set during the time skip - Boruto gradually realizing his feelings for Sarada

Looking back now, Boruto had always known that he loved Sarada.

The realization had crept into his mind rather slowly, quietly, as a silent wanting to have her close to him, to be able to hear her voice and talk to her when his chest felt heavy and feel the warmth of her palm on his shoulder when he wanted to scream in despair.

In the years he spent away with Sasuke, he would glance at the moon, the same moon she could see, and wonder if he ever slipped into her thoughts the way she did into his.

He often found himself wishing he could spar with her, have her see him succeed after weeks of working on something, and catch the faint smile in the corners of her mouth when she thought he wasn't looking.

Boruto liked seeing her smile. And he loved that concealed smile more than anything because it was meant for him and him only. It made his chest swell with pride and blood rush through his body like a force driving him forward.

On rare nights when fatigue stifled his fears, she would come to him in his dreams, right before dawn.

In the dream, she would lie beside him and hold his hand on the pillow, touch his hair, run her fingertips over the features of his face, the edges of his lips, and his scar.

He would close his eyes and lean into her touch, tired and momentarily oblivious to the outside world.

Stay. Please, stay.

She never did. Boruto would wake up, wishing he could disappear, just for another moment, to escape the guilt that tore at his gut.

Sometimes they would sit on his father's stone face and talk about something ordinary. Something that didn't involve saving thousands of souls or stopping mass destruction.

The dream would be so vivid Boruto could even hear the echo of Thunder Train somewhere in the distance, see how the gold of the sun changed the color of her hair, and feel the wind on his face, a feeling painfully familiar. He would wake up more homesick than ever.

The nearer his return to the Hidden Leaf drew, the more often he dreamed of her running into his embrace at the gate.

No matter how hard he tried to feel her with his senses, to recall the scent of her skin, the warmth of her body, the rise and fall of her chest, and the beat of her heart, in his dream Sarada remained out of his reach, even though she was right there in his arms.

Longing for home and fear of never hugging her again blended into each other, never to be set apart.

It was after he returned to the village and spent days and nights training, fighting, talking, and going on missions with her that he first felt the urge to touch her lips with his own, to hold her and - kiss her, and have her kiss him back, and - his whole body shivered with some electric feeling at the thought.

At first, it had felt just as natural as it felt ridiculous. Sarada was his friend. They grew up together. He doubted she felt anything similar about him. Not that Boruto had much time or brainpower to analyze as they were saving the world.

All he knew for sure was that he needed her to be safe because if anything happened to her after everything that happened to his family, he would most certainly have lost his mind.

And when Sarada stepped into his arms and kissed him in front of the five great shinobi nations upon his return from the battle with Kawaki, Boruto stood frozen in shock for what could have been a second or an hour, overwhelmed with the feel of her mouth on his.

Then his arms wrapped around her waist, and he drew her closer, as close as he could without hurting them both, and his chest grew heavy with the sobs she swallowed, both his and hers, sobs of sorrow and relief.

They knelt on the ground together, shaking and holding on to one another, and that was when Boruto knew that there never was and never will be anyone else on this Earth or beyond it that he would love more than he loved her.

I am genuinely interested to hear how this one felt to you guys (if it gave you any feels at all, that is)

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Lovers

Moments before the final battle between Boruto and Kawaki - Kawaki asking for Sarada's forgiveness. BoruSara #idiots in love

HELLOOO everyone! I've been quite busy these last few months and I can't tell you how much I've missed writing! Hope you like this one, I really loved putting it together 😁😁

P.S. The title was inspired by this scene

Having finally calmed his breathing, Boruto raised his head to see Kawaki looking at him from above.

It was a look of distant sorrow, and a very present determination.

With the knowledge that it would be over soon, a weight he had been carrying for years now left his soul, and filled it with a new dread.

He got up and dusted off his clothes and hands, glancing one more time around the battlefield, subconsciously stalling the inevitable.

Kawaki, already at his feet and looking perfectly clean, raised an eyebrow in an impatient manner. Boruto nodded in agreement. Now.

He frowned in confusion when Kawaki's eyes left him abruptly and drifted to something behind his back, when he felt Sarada's presence at his side. Her eyes were fixed on Kawaki, and to Boruto's shock, Kawaki's expression ever so slightly softened.

He didn't know how the rest of them felt at that brief moment of crazy hope, but his own heart had nearly stopped.

"Forgive me," Kawaki said quietly, as if he might choke on his own words if he spoke just a bit louder.

Forgive me for turning against you, forgive me, for I wouldn't be doing this if I didn't believe it was the right thing to do.

A painfully long heartbeat passed before Sarada responded with a calm and simple, "I forgive you."

She stepped toward him. "And I ask that you forgive me as well."

Kawaki nodded once, and with that, any look of sorrow was gone from his face. There was no changing his mind.

Boruto clenched his jaw, suppressing a wave of disappointment. He had already known it was going to be this way, known that Kawaki wasn't going to let go just like that, not after everything. It had to be solved, and it had to be solved now.

Whether out of need for reassurance or something else entirely, he looked at Sarada over his shoulder.

For a second it seemed like she would let him go without saying anything. Before he had time to process what she was going to do, Sarada swiftly closed the space between them, rising to her toes, and wrapped her arms around his neck.

Boruto blinked in surprise, but relaxed instantly, putting his hands on her back and drawing her closer.

He allowed himself to close his eyes for a moment, feeling strangely at peace as he focused on the rhythmic thud of her heartbeat.

"Remember who you are and what you're fighting for," she whispered, slightly breathless and shivering as she pulled away just enough to touch his forehead with hers.

Her hand slid to his chest to clutch the front of his shirt, almost as if she was fighting the urge to spread her palm and feel his heart.

"And keep in mind that there are people waiting for you here."

In that moment of not knowing if he'd return alive or not, all Boruto could think about was that he desperately wanted to feel this again, her body's warmth against his, her arms holding him. Her.

He lowered his face, brushing his nose against hers, lips close enough to kiss her if she would only raise her head.

Sarada looked at him with those eyes black as the darkest night, knowing what he wanted, what he felt, and didn't pull away. Her grip on him tightened, but she didn't kiss him.

A voiceless plea for his return.

"I am not above killing you from behind, if that's how you'd prefer it," said Kawaki, his voice rising.

Boruto sighed, releasing her reluctantly.

He turned toward Kawaki. "Where's the fun in that?" he asked lightly, as it were not his life they were talking about.

They were gone in a blink of an eye, and Sarada could do nothing but watch after them. A sense of foreboding had taken a place in her heart and she touched the screw necklace Boruto gave her, praying that they would, indeed, come back alive.

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Vulnerability

Kawaki is in love with Sarada, and can't stand looking at her and Boruto together

(happening after the time skip, BoruSara is not yet dating)

#BoruSara #KawaSumi

Unlike his brother, Kawaki had always been painfully aware of his feelings for Sarada. And sometimes his chest would burn and ache, and he would want nothing more than for the ground to open up and swallow him.

Like now, while he watched Sarada have a wordless conversation with Boruto. It was an exchange of knowing glances and concealed expressions, something they did from time to time when they thought no one was looking.

Or the day before yesterday, when Sarada was heavily wounded during a battle, and Boruto scooped her into his arms and carried her as she rested against his chest.

Kawaki never had the guts to be so close to her, to touch her like that, to hold her and bury his face in the crook of her neck like Boruto did.

He wished he could interact with her with that kind of freedom. But for him, Sarada was like a doll behind a thick glass, beautiful, distant and unreachable.

It was so much easier with Sumire. Her presence made his mind go calm, and he felt at peace when he spoke to her. She was kind, supportive, and beautiful in a very human way, if that made any sense.

Where Sarada was someone he wanted to believe in him, Sumire was someone with whom he felt comfortable enough to be vulnerable.

Vulnerable.

A scene he witnessed a few months ago when they were returning from a mission by Thunder Train flashed through Kawaki's mind.

Having almost gotten killed, Boruto was visibly tired. His face was blank and he was being unnaturally quiet.

Sarada, who was sitting beside him, kept speaking to him softly, mostly non sense, but it seemed that her voice had a soothing effect on him.

Nodding to something she said, Boruto suddenly leaned toward her, and touched her shoulder with his forehead.

Sarada went silent, and Boruto, taking that as her surprise, muttered, "Just give me a moment."

Slowly, Sarada lowered her face into his hair and didn't move till he fell asleep, when she shifted so that he was lying with his head in her lap.

Even Mitsuki had looked away then. It felt too intimate, too private.

"It's becoming irreparable," Himawari giggled, breaking Kawaki's train of thought.

"What is?" he asked.

"Boruto's ability to make decisions. He's becoming completely dependent on Sarada's opinion. Have you not noticed?"

"I am certainly not," Boruto intersected.

Sarada raised her eyebrows in a are-you-kidding-me manner, but there was a shadow of a smile dancing on her lips.

"You called her this morning to ask if you should put your T-shirts on the upper or lower shelf of your closet," Himawari pointed out not without amusement, though she tried to sound serious.

Boruto's face went red in a matter of moments. "I - she - why are you - she's practical, that's all!"

Sarada covered her mouth with the back of her hand to hide a smile.

Kawaki didn't want to listen to it anymore. He stood up, surprising everyone, and stormed out of Thunder Burger.

But before he could get any further, someone bumped into him, and he heard a soft gasp. He glanced down at Sumire as she rubbed her nose.

"Sorry," he murmured, blushing.

"Oh, it's quite all right," she smiled at him. "I was just coming to find you."

Kawaki blinked at her. "Me?"

"Yeah, I was wondering if you'd go somewhere with me. It's important."

He shrugged, "Sure," but he did feel relieved, and decided not to wonder how she always managed that.

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Echoes of the Past

Recreation of SasuSaku scene when Sasuke leaves the village. Sarada confronts Boruto about abandoning the village in order to find Kawaki.

Hands in pockets, Boruto walked slowly, almost reluctantly. The heaviness he had been feeling for days had taken a sharper form and was now more painful than he could possibly describe.

"What do you think you're doing?" asked a dangerously steady voice from behind him. Boruto froze, too stunned to respond.

"You're going after Kawaki, aren't you?"

He couldn't face her.

He couldn't beat her in close combat either, at least not without attracting too much attention.

"Look me in the eye when I'm speaking to you."

He didn't want to. He felt like his heart would turn into stone if he did, for she would take him in her arms and hold him from falling into the abyss. He didn't want to fall. But he had to find his brother. He needed to know.

They stood by the last bench on the way out of the village, shielded from curious eyes by the heavy veil of midnight. It was quiet and peaceful as warm wind rustled through the leaves.

Boruto clenched his fists and turned to look at her. He thought her eyes would be glowing Sharingan crimson, but they were as black as the night around them.

"So? What is this?" she stepped toward him, now close enough to touch him if she reached with her arm.

"You saving us from Kawaki or saving Kawaki from us? From me?"

"Sarada -"

"Do you really think that Kawaki will sit down and talk to you reasonably? That he will give you a sensible explanation for why he killed Lord Seventh?"

Boruto said nothing.

Sarada took another step toward him. "Do you think he even has a sensible explanation?"

"He'd better."

"And what if he doesn't? Are you going to kill him?"

Boruto looked away. "I don't know."

"He's your brother," she said, her voice softer than it was a moment ago. "You know better than me how much he loved your dad. I am certain he still loves both you and Himawari, and your mother. And I know you love him, regardless of how you may feel now."

"What are you trying to say?" he asked quietly. "That I should forgive him just like that?"

Sarada gazed at him for a moment, choosing her words.

"I'm saying that despite everything, Kawaki is still family, both yours and mine. I will not let him go, nor will I forgive him just like that. But I do think he ought to have a chance to say something."

"That's why I'm going," Boruto said, lifting his head to look at her. "I want him to tell me exactly why -"

"He will not tell you anything," Sarada said sharply. "Don't you understand? Say Kawaki does have a sensible reason. Don't you think he would have told us about it by now if he could? Maybe he's protecting us from something. Maybe he's taking the role of a villain on purpose. There could be a thousand explanations -"

"You're clutching at straws, Sarada."

"Perhaps," she whispered. "Either way, when you find him, he'll be cruel and cold and arrogant. He will brush you off and mock you. It will break your heart."

"I'll survive."

"Give him time," she said, almost desperately. "That's all I'm asking. Give him time."

"Time? For what? For his heart to harden and lose every chance to ever feel anything again?"

"Give us time then. To work out a strategy. You know Kawaki. If he set his mind on something, then it won't be easy to persuade him otherwise. We can't just go after him with no idea of what we'll do when we find him!"

"I."

"What?"

"When I find him, not we. You're not going."

"Boruto!"

"The village needs you, and I know you will protect it with everything you have," he said and turned to go, but her iron grip on his shoulder stopped him.

"Look at me," she whispered. "Look at me."

He did. Her eyes were tearful, the expression on her face vulnerable as he had never seen it before. She has put her hands around his neck, brushing his jawline with her thumbs.

"Have I ever failed you?" she asked in a grave voice. Boruto felt like she hit him in the gut.

"Have I ever lied to you?"

They stood wordlessly for a long while, feeling each other's warmth, breathing in each other's scents.

"Have I?" she whispered.

Boruto only shook his head.

"Then why don't you trust me when I say we will find Kawaki and bring him home?"

"I trust you more than anyone in this world," he said softly, his hands automatically going to her waist and drawing her closer. He felt her heartbeat, strong and quick against his chest.

"But this is something I have to do on my own. I don't know. Maybe I'm just scared we'll lose him if we wait for too long."

"I understand that. I'm scared too. But we're still shinobi, and we must put the village first. Give me a week to think about this."

"Till morning."

"Five days," she said, pulling away slightly.

"Three days, Sarada."

She opened her mouth to respond, but merely nodded. There was a finality in his tone that she didn't want to confront.

"Three days, then. That also means you have three days to pull yourself together and prepare for anything he might say or do. Do you understand?"

"Yeah," he breathed. "I get it."

The heaviness he felt resolved and tension slowly left his body as Sarada held him. He leaned his forehead against hers, strangely relieved.

"Stay with me tonight," he whispered.

Masterlist

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Masterlist

In Soap Opera Veritas - Mitsuki wants to know what went wrong with Kawaki and Sarada.

Lives We Didn't Live - Sarada might not have been able to give Boruto back the life he should have lived, but she can give him the life he could have had, if only he were to survive.

BoruSara FanFiction

A/N : All my BoruSara FanFiction is AR, happening after the time skip.

The Jacket - Three weeks before Boruto's return to the village, Sarada needs a new jacket.

Dawn - Set during the time skip - Boruto gradually realizing his feelings for Sarada

Lovers - Moments before the final battle between Boruto and Kawaki - Kawaki asks for Sarada's forgiveness. BoruSara #idiots in love

Vulnerability - BoruSara everyday intimacy

Hold On To Me - Boruto and Sarada comfort each other about all the terrrible things they've gone through

Echoes of the Past - Recreation of SasuSaku scene when Sasuke leaves the village. Sarada confronts Boruto about going after Kawaki.

Longing - angsty fluff!

Beginning of a Legend - Boruto being jealous of Kawaki and tragically unaware of Sarada's feelings

Lady Hokage's Approval -Inojin mocks Boruto about asking for Sarada's approval of the mission

I Missed You (Part 2) - Sarada comes into Boruto's bed in the middle of the night right after returning from a long mission

I Missed You (Part 1) - Boruto is grieving his father's death. He realizes how much he misses Sarada when she's away from him.

(both parts of "I Missed You" can be read as standalone)

In Dreams We Meet

A collection of mini-fics about Momoshiki's reactions to Boruto's dreams and vice versa, including the dreams where the line between their minds is blurred.

Borushiki Dream #1

Borushiki Dream #2

Borushiki Dream #3

Borushiki Dream #4

KawaSumi FanFiction

Flowers - As it turns out, trying to take out the girl you like might end in killing your meddling menace of a brother. Or, Kawaki melting away whenever Sumire smiles at him.