Arranged Disaster

by Senya_loves_choco

Summary:

A storm looms over the streets of Konoha as rumors of the Hokage's 16-year-old son’s “arranged marriage” spread like wildfire.

The new generation decides to take matters into their own hands to resolve the issue.

The worst part?

The whole village knows. Everyone but Boruto.

After all, it's a season of disaster in the Hidden Leaf Village.

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Note:- I've updated the whole thing since I'm a better writer now (self-proclaimed) but the plot is the same! I would recommend reading from the start for more details. luv luv <3

Chapter 1: A proposal

Red was definitely not his color.

Boruto realized this, his gaze fixed on his bloody hands, feeling the weight of the situation.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. After a successful, quiet seven-month mission, the last thing he expected was to be caught up in a mess involving a lady and a bunch of idiotic robbers in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by nothing but dense forest. But at least it was a change from the monotony. The endless trek back to the village had been draining, and now here he was, a self-proclaimed hero. Might as well save a princess or two while he was at it.

A scream cut through the air.

Boruto’s body tensed. A shuriken whizzed past him, grazing the side of his cheek, leaving a small, stinging cut.

"Up there!!" A man shouted from below, his voice frantically reaching his ears, followed by the sound of more shuriken flying past him at breakneck speed.

His sharp blue eyes narrowed. Without missing a beat, Boruto swiftly dropped a smoke bomb, and in the blink of an eye, he was on the move, darting through the trees with the swiftness of a gust of wind. He grabbed the redhead in front of him, just as she swung her fist toward him.

Red-haired, enraged, and very much ready to punch him in the face.

"Let me go!" she yelled, her fist aiming directly for his face.

Boruto sighed in irritation, holding her firmly. "Calm down, I'm helping you, ya' know."

Miho paused, looking at him through narrowed eyes, her tension palpable. She hesitated for a moment, the punch still lingering in the air, before reluctantly nodding. What other choice did she have?

"What did I do to deserve this?" she muttered, her mind racing back to the series of events that had led to this very moment. The memory of the past few days came rushing back, like a series of disconnected images—a cup of peppermint tea, warm and comforting, the smell of fresh paint, and the tranquil hum of a morning melody.

It had all started so peacefully. The morning she'd brewed her favorite tea in her little red cup, the one she adored so much for its resemblance to a ladybug. Insects fascinated her, especially ladybugs—symbols of good health and prosperity in her culture. She had always admired their bright red color. Everything seemed perfect.

That was, until her father decided it was time to write to her. A letter from him was rare—she hadn’t heard from him in over six months. So when the family hawk delivered it, she had hoped for something heartfelt, a rare moment of warmth from the man who had spent most of her life away on his mysterious, never-ending trips.

Her fingers had trembled as she carefully unwrapped the scroll. The floral stamp on top made her smile. "That's so like him," she thought. Her father had always been fond of such little flourishes—floral patterns, exotic colognes. But as she read, that smile quickly faltered.

It wasn’t a letter meant to soothe a daughter’s longing heart.

No, it was a summon.

A summon that demanded she be at the Hidden Leaf within two days.

"Two days?!" she exclaimed out loud, the frustration bubbling up inside her like a kettle ready to boil over. She had barely any time to prepare. "Didn't even bother to send an escort!" she muttered bitterly as she packed her things, selected a few guards, and rushed off the very next morning.

As her palanquin rolled deeper into the forest, the thick trees casting shadows over the path, she couldn’t shake the feeling of dread that gripped her chest.

"Why would you want this, Dad?" she thought bitterly, her mind still reeling from the shock of the letter. Her father, the man who had always been a picture of calm and wisdom, had somehow aligned himself with them—ninjas. But not just any ninja—a Kage, of all people. A Kage! A man revered and feared by many, yet hated by her. From the moment she could form her own opinions, she had loathed ninjas with every fiber of her being. They were mercenaries, bloodstained and heartless, their honor an illusion they wove to justify their brutal acts.

Her father knew how she felt. He knew the pain it caused her, the absence she had felt all her life as he disappeared on covert missions. But now, he was sitting with one of them, laughing and exchanging stories as though they were old friends.

Her stomach churned. This was more than just disappointment—it felt like betrayal.

Her mother’s voice echoed in her mind, always warning her: "Stay away from them. They’ve sold their integrity. They’ve turned their backs on their own people, lost in the pursuit of power."

But despite all of that, here she was, heading straight into the heart of the very thing she despised. And yet, nothing could have prepared her for what happened next.The ambush came suddenly—four rogue ninjas, appearing out of nowhere, their blades flashing like lightning in the dark.

The air turned thick with danger, and then, just as quickly, it was over. One of her guards fell, dead before he could even react, the life drained from him by a shinobi’s unseen strike.

Her would-be savior? Or not.

“Well, this is a mess,” Boruto muttered as Mihonstared at hime wide-eyed. He...looked every bit the part of the hero… though Miho wasn’t convinced. He also looked like someone who’d just stumbled into the wrong place at the wrong time.

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"I don't remember giving you permission to touch me," Miho hissed, her voice a quiet but sharp warning. But then, as her body tensed in the moment, she decided against running. She couldn’t afford to panic now.

Trust was a luxury she didn’t have. After all, he was a shinobi too. What if he wanted something from her? Something more than just getting her out of trouble?

Money? Jewels? Flesh?

What exactly was it that shinobi wanted from women like her?

It wasn’t like she had been flaunting any of those. She wasn’t so foolish as to attract attention.

Her father, a powerful man, had trained her better than that. He’d taught her to be cautious, to stay hidden when necessary.

"I see," he said, his tone flat, as if considering her words.

"Or would you rather I just drop you to those hungry wolves down there? Might as well let them have you for dinner," Boruto added, his voice cool with a touch of dark humor.

He moved quickly, leaping from branch to branch with the ease of someone who had spent years honing his skills. Three shadow clones were left behind, each dispatched to deal with one of the attackers.

This wouldn't take long. In fact, killing them would be the easiest option. Boruto wasn’t particularly fond of it, but it wasn’t his problem. If they couldn’t escape in time, well, that was their fate.

As he continued moving, the forest speeding by beneath him, he took stock of the situation. Everything seemed under control now. He had saved her. The mission was complete, and his return to the village was still on schedule.

Everything seemed solved.

Everything except the young woman frog walking away from him the moment he set her on the ground.

"With that speed, you might as well outrun a cow," Boruto muttered with a smirk, effortlessly walking past her. She yelped in surprise, clearly annoyed.

"Damn shinobi," Miho muttered, irritation tinging her voice. A moment of silence passed before she felt a pair of blue eyes peering at her, curious. For some reason she felt nervouse, embarrassed even.

"I'm not—" she started to snap but gave up with a frustrated sigh. "Ugh, I was just clearing my head," she said, sitting down on a nearby rock, stretching out her leg. It ached badly.

"By running away?" Boruto quipped, kneeling in front of her. He carefully examined her leg before gently twisting it in slow, deliberate rotations.

Miho flinched, a sharp hiss escaping her lips. "By maintaining some distance," she snapped back, her tone defensive.

Boruto studied her for a moment. Her bright red eyes were filled with something—fear, determination, maybe a mix of both. She didn’t look like a spoiled rich kid out to cause trouble. But then again, he wasn’t the type to judge anyone too quickly.

But when their eyes met, she quickly turned her face away awkwardly. Realizing he’d been staring too long, Boruto twisted her foot in one swift motion. She yelped, and before she could stop herself, she punched him in the gut.

It was quick, but Boruto easily dodged it, though it caught him by surprise.

"At least warn me next time!" she snapped, standing up and gingerly putting weight on her leg. The pain was already fading, and she muttered a tight scoff.

"Like you would've allowed that," Boruto retorted with a shrug, not even looking at her.

"Whatever," Miho grumbled, clearly irritated.

The rest of the evening passed in silence as Miho tried her hand at finding food. She looked for edible fruits, but the forest was stingy. Then she attempted fishing—her bare hands barely managing to catch anything. The darkening sky made it harder to move further into the forest, so she returned to the spot they’d set up for the night.

Sitting awkwardly, she stared off into the distance, not wanting to meet his gaze while he gathered firewood.

The silence between them felt suffocating. Eventually, she decided it was better to break it. After all, he had saved her.

"Who were they, anyway?" she asked, her voice soft but edged with curiosity.

The sun had set, and the air was growing colder. Everything had happened so fast, she could hardly believe it. Her mind was still racing.

"Rogues. From around here, I’d guess. They were probably after your jewels," Boruto replied without looking up, his voice blunt.

Miho scoffed at his response. "Figures. Can't expect shinobi to be polite."

She watched as Boruto picked up fallen sticks, gathering wood at an annoyingly slow pace. The fire would be their only source of warmth tonight. He hadn’t noticed the light drizzle earlier, so dry wood wasn’t too hard to find. If they needed more, he’d go fishing again.

After a while, Boruto fed the fire, then laid out the only sleeping bag he had. He threw it down in front of her with a casual gesture.

Miho hesitated for a moment, then reluctantly crawled into the bag, a mix of frustration and gratitude bubbling within her.

The fire flickered, casting an orange glow across the scene. The crackling of the flames was the only sound, filling the otherwise oppressive silence.

"What's your name?" Boruto asked suddenly, his voice almost tentative. The question felt out of place, almost strange coming from him. He hadn’t been one for talking lately, preferring the quiet of solitude. But now, he was in a situation where small talk seemed inevitable.

Miho hesitated for a moment before replying, "Miho... Miho Arigawa."

Boruto blinked, trying to place the name. It sounded familiar, but he couldn’t figure out why.

Instead of pressing further, he turned his gaze toward the darkening sky. It was easier that way.

"Where were you headed?" he asked after a brief pause.

"Konohagakure. It’s in the Land of Fire," she answered, carefully choosing her words. She wasn’t ready to give him too much information. He was a shinobi, and definitely not from around here. If he were a simple traveler, he would have known the area better. Besides, who didn’t know about the hidden villages?

Boruto didn’t respond immediately, and Miho glanced over at him, her curiosity piqued.

"What’s your name?" she asked, turning the question back on him.

"Boruto," he said flatly, his expression unreadable.

"And... where are you from?"

"You don’t need to know," Boruto replied, his tone final.

"Stuck up," Miho muttered under her breath, her irritation rising again.

"Whatever you say," Boruto said, closing his eyes as he settled in for the night.

"Whatever," Miho grumbled, leaning back against a rock.

There was no need for him to share anything more. She had her own reasons for keeping her identity to herself. If she wanted to know more, she’d figure it out herself.

Boruto closed his eyes, the sounds of the forest and the crackling fire around them slowly lulling him to sleep.

It had been a strange day indeed.

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'Fine' was the word Naruto would use to define this day in his life.Fine weather, a fine morning , a comparatively lesser load of work, and to top it off he had taken the rest of the day off to meet with a good acquaintance of his. He had thought of setting up a conference with Shigeru since Autumn set in. But both of them had been busy agreeing on a common date.

"Welcome!!."

Naruto entered through the decorated glass door. It was a fine place, he could smell coffee and cakes all over the area.

He wasn't fond of sweets, but then again, he couldn't comment on eating healthy. Given, ramen is mostly if not always his go-to meal.

Grey eyes gaped closely at him.

"you're late. Hokage."

Shigeru tried a stern tone but his subtle smile gave it away. He was a tall middle-aged man with a normal build.
He looked authoritarian and strict but he was gentle and kind from within.

A rich businessman with remarkable persuasive skills, a clear vision of the future, and a sharp mind. He was an all-package kind of asset.

An asset in allies with the hidden leaf village.

"Just another day in the Hokage's life, you know the stuff."

Shikamaru remarked walking behind Naruto, sluggish and tired. Between the two,  he certainly looked way more overworked.

Certainly not because of a little brawl with his wife that ended up with him sleeping outside. Not.

"Yes definitely ."

"How's everything going? Is your health okay?"

Naruto asked in a pleasant tone getting a bit concerned.  He's been friends with the guy for a good while now, he knew he had some kind of illness but Shigeru never really gave him the details, neither did he pester him to do so.

They were similar in a lot of ways. Both were deprived of sleep and had issues managing time between work and family and both loved their jobs to heart.

In a very short amount of time, the Mei corporations and their vast spread business had secured a rightful place in both the records of the hidden leaf and the wallets of their people.

At least Naruto knew about the guy, he had faith in his people and his way of doing things.

"I'm afraid,  I'll live a bit longer than I anticipated.  " Shigeru laughed before coughing lightly.
As much as the man was happy to see his new friend, he had an agenda in mind this time around.

And he planned on making it happen.

"Hey! You shouldn't talk like that." Naruto smiled, lifting his small cup from the table. It was hot, he could feel the steam from the liquid reaching his nostrils.

"Yes, I'm aware. I apologize."

Well compared to the chilly wind outside, it was a welcomed change.

They talked about a lot of things. Usually, it was business and work. They didn't like to get personal,  it was something they both had silently agreed upon.

Except when the topic shifts to their family or Shigeru's health. Shikamaru prefers listening to them silently most of the time.

"Okay, to start with, we've been planning on expanding the tracks of our thunder train."

Naruto nodded at Shikamaru, who then took out the blueprint of the area and laid it on the table.

Shigeru nodded, sipping through the cup of his coffee.

"It'll elevate business and exchange of goods between the nearby villages. We've been planning to–"

Shikamaru knew Naruto was a talker, and he never really had the energy to engage in long conversations anyway.
Although he would gladly listen to Naruto babbling to someone about his day-to-day work and his plans.

Sometimes their meetings would extend for hours and hours. Both of them had no sense of time when it came to the wellness of their people. They were very similar in some aspects.

However, Shikamaru couldn't help but think that they were entirely different in some.

"In any case, how's your family doing?"

Unbeknownst to him, the business talk was cut rather short this time.

Naruto blinked at the man before registering his question and smiled.

"Better than ever ya know!" He laughed.

"I see. That's great."

"We've been planning on a family dinner soon. It's –"

"Lady Hinata's birthday, is it not?"

"Yes, it was Boruto and Himawari's idea." Naruto ruffled a hand through his hair before adding.

"Kids these days." The man smiled, peering at the Hokage calmly.

"Yeah, Boruto specifically warned me about my schedule that day."

"You see, he has a habit of missing birthday parties."

Naruto shot Shikamaru a dirty look before coughing in disagreement.

"He's just a handful sometimes." Naruto interrupted.
Shigeru laughed lightly, his shoulders shaking ever so slightly.

"Now isn't he a fine shinobi now. I thought those days are over."

"Yes he is. A very strong one at that. You can never tell when they grow up so fast."
Naruto grinned , his eyes reflecting nostalgia.

"Ah! But he acts more like Sasuke now. I mean it's not like I don't like it but–"

"Being jealous of your son's master is just sad."

"Shikamaru!"

"Speaking of which, I haven't seen him around for a while." Shigeru inquired.

"He's out on a mission. ."

Naruto gazed at the sheet of paper spread in front of him before another hot coffee was served to the two.

"Ah yes I'm aware. Wasn't he supposed to return by now though?"

Probably because he's been so focused on his conversation with Shigeru before, that he almost forgot to finish his last one and it got cold.

And oh yes , there was cake . Lots of it. And Naruto had never felt more hungry before.

"Mmph** Hawmph–"

"Well , his hawk informed us otherwise. Seems like something came up."

Shikamaru’s words caught Shigeru’s attention, and the man's eyes momentarily dimmed at the news. Naruto continued stuffing his face, oblivious to the shift in tone.

"So when exactly is he expected to return?"

"Certainly not before a month I'd say."

Shikamaru caught the way Shigeru’s smile seemed to fade. It was subtle, but it was enough for Shikamaru to notice. Something about this was... off. This was going to be interesting. Hence, the raven head lit up his first cigarette of the day. Seems like business talks were over , he probably was allowed to smoke now.A short silence followed before Shigeru finally spoke

A short silence followed before Shigeru finally spoke.

"If the Hokge wouldn't mind , I would like to present a proposal."

There it was. Shikamaru raised his eyebrow at that.

"Mph– sure . What is it?" Naruto stared at the man with interest.

"I've been.. Thinking about strengthening our relations since a long time now. "

If it weren't for the look in his eyes , Naruto would've joked about them already being friends.
He remained silent and nodded again, taking another sip of his coffee.

"You can even  consider this as a humble request from our side."

"You know you don't have to be so formal."

Shigeru smiled again.

"You're just too kind. "

"I'm up for anything if it's beneficial for our people and everyone. You know that. "

Shikamaru couldn't shove his hand over Naruto's mouth on time. His position restricts him  to do so. But something told him , this was a hammer to his own foot.

"Well , since you already know , I have two daughters. I was planning on marrying my eldest  in the hidden leaf."

"That's amazing news!" Naruto exclaimed excitedly, Shikamaru stayed silent.

"So ? Who's the lucky guy huh?" He joked while his advisor went cold.

One bad question after another.

"A marriage proposal -"

Shigeru grinned , eyes closed. A short silence followed.

"-between your son and my daughter."

Naruto choked.

And he choked hard.

The hot liquid felt like fire on his tongue.
Live and burning.
But the sensation didn't come without the realisation following right after it.

A realisation that made the Hokage wince , certainly not because of his melting taste buds. The train of thoughts in his mind had simultaneous accidents as he worded his reaction in two simple syllables.

Oh shit.

Shikamaru also coughed violently dropping his cigarette.The time the white tobacco roll took to reach the floor was enough for the adviser to share a quick glance at the Hokage, both realising that they were fucked.

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"Seems like a storm is approaching."

Mistuki stated out of nowhere , gazing at the sky.

"What do you mean? The sky is clearer than my skin. "

Sarada laughed , motioning him to follow after her.

"I think you're right." Mistuki said looking back at her , grinning mischievously.

"Hey!"

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Chapter 2: A plan

A furious female voice echoed throughout the entire office hallway of the Hokage building. Saki, who was preparing a fresh snack during her break from reception work, felt a severe headache coming on. She needed a strong cup of coffee—and she needed it immediately. Meanwhile, Uchiha Sarada was grabbing her colleague Takashi by the neck and shaking him like a sack of potatoes. At least Saki was glad she wasn't the one with a big mouth who couldn't keep the news of the Hokage's son's marriage to herself, especially in front of his teammates. Takashi had it coming, and Saki wasn’t about to help him out.

 

"This is ridiculous!" Sarada exclaimed.

 

Mitsuki watched Sarada with a smile, amused by the new information, yet curious as well. After all, things had grown pretty boring with their hot-headed teammate away on a solo mission for so long. "Looks like Boruto has managed to cause trouble even while being away from the village," he commented, gently holding Sarada’s hands from behind to keep her from harming Takashi. He didn’t want to lose both of his teammates: Boruto could potentially be dead after confronting Sarada upon his return, and Sarada herself could end up in jail for murder.

 

"Enough! I’m going to talk to the Nanadaime myself!" Sarada declared, stomping towards the main office with fire burning in her eyes. This was unbelievable! Why hadn’t anyone told her? Not even Boruto himself. She walked faster, almost slamming her fist into the door as she approached.

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It was evident. Kakashi concluded this as he bandaged his thumb, having just cut himself with a small knife. Ever since the sun rose that day, he had been observing ominous signs all around him. His shower was too hot, his cat knocked over his favorite plant, and the bathtub was overflowing by the time he returned from the kitchen. And getting summoned to the Hokage's office out of the blue? If that counted for anything. 

 

Kakashi paid it no mind, however, and continued on with his day as he made his way to the unassuming building they called the Hokage office. Out of all the things he expected, he didn’t anticipate witnessing Naruto and Shikamaru so animated. 

 

“I want to know who runs that account! Get me the name of the person!” Naruto demanded, bouncing on his toes. 

 

“Is this seriously happening? It hasn’t even been a day yet,” Shikamaru remarked, astonished by the speed of the internet—much less social media.

 

Hardly twenty hours had passed since they discussed Shigeru, the man who proposed that Naruto marry his son off to his daughter. Now, the entire office staff, if not the whole village, was aware of it. 

 

['Uzumaki Boruto soon to be tying the knot with the heir to the Mei Corps.'] The post read. 'Konoha Bubble' had become a popular social media app among the younger crowd. It served as a source of spicy rumors and news, attracting interest from all age groups. Everyone in the village had an account, including the Hokage himself, although Naruto would never admit it. According to him, quote, "It was for teenagers." 

 

If not for the gravity of the situation, Shikamaru would have asked Naruto how he found out about the post just five minutes after it was published. 

 

"Is work going well?" Kakashi commented, unsure of what else to say. 

 

Naruto abruptly halted, not noticing Kakashi’s presence until that moment. 'I wish to see the faces of my grandchildren before time runs out,' Shigeru had told him with a straight face before leaving the café yesterday. Ever since then, it hadn’t left Naruto’s mind.

 

“No, no. Everything is messed up!” Naruto replied hastily, resuming his focus on his phone the next instant.

 

"Two 'no's? Must be bad," Kakashi remarked, sharing a knowing look with Shikamaru, who simply shrugged. Kakashi’s interest piqued with each piece of information Shikamaru provided. It didn’t take long for him to realize that Naruto had completely messed this one up.

 

"They say stories spread as fast as light," Sai remarked as he walked in, smiling at the two. "And rumors spread even faster." He added, slamming his phone screen right next to Shikamaru's face. "Look! It already has 23k likes! Boruto's got quite the fanbase."

 

Naruto shot Sai an annoyed look. "This is not funny." Did he even realize the implications of this? If the rumors spread further, it would be much more difficult for him to handle things discreetly. It was already embarrassing enough to have rejected Shigeru's only personal request — a marriage proposal for his daughter. This was going to be a tough situation. But Naruto wasn't about to just sell his son off like that. He had no right to dictate Boruto's future. He also dreaded the thought of Boruto finding out, not to mention Hinata and the others.

 

He should have refused immediately, but the hopeful look in Shigeru's eyes had held him back. Still, he quickly decided to rectify that mistake and arranged for a private conversation soon, the next night at the earliest. Yet, the more the news spread, the harder it became for him. What if Shigeru was on the verge of death? If that were true, the man might have considered Naruto to be the only one capable of looking after his daughter. How many daughters did Shigeru have again? Naruto couldn't remember. But given that possibility, he couldn't bring himself to say no.

 

Still, he couldn't force Boruto to marry a stranger. They were far too young for that kind of responsibility. He doubted his son had a girlfriend. After all, Boruto was fairly well-known at his age. Sarada? No. Absolutely not! Sasuke would surely laugh at the thought if it were true. Boruto wasn't that foolish, was he? Now that he thought about it, he had never heard Boruto mention any girls or romance. He had always been focused on honing his skills as a shinobi, obsessively training with Sasuke from a young age. As he pondered this, he realized he needed to assign Boruto fewer missions; otherwise, he might not even see the faces of his grandchildren in his lifetime. Plus, he knew Himawari would never marry anyone. She wouldn't even date. She would always be his baby girl, and he refused to think otherwise. As for Kawaki? He had no idea what to expect from him, so he left that uncertainty alone. in five years or so, if fate permits, the idea of playing with his little grandchildren did sound appealing--

 

Wait. No. No. No! What was he even thinking? It was far too soon to be daydreaming about marriage and children. Shigeru had completely messed with his head.Naruto knew he needed to come up with something and act quickly.

"Are you just going to agree?" Kakashi's voice snapped Naruto back to reality. He turned to his former sensei, confused.

"When did I say that I agreed?"

"You didn't refuse him either."

"I can't just do that, and you know it. Besides, I was buying us some time." Kakashi held his chin for a moment, pondering his response. "Hmm. It seems like you're running out of it, though." The doorknob clicked twice before Sarada and Mitsuki entered the room, and Naruto immediately cursed himself. He had called Team 7 in for their recent mission report and completely forgotten about it. Seeing the calm look on Sarada's face though, the Hokage let out a sigh of relief.

 

"Good evening, everyone," they greeted as Mitsuki set down a pile of thin papers on Naruto's desk, studying the tense expressions of the men one by one—everyone except one. "Ah, Sarada, good timing. We were just discussing Boruto's—" "Thank you for the reports. You guys can leave now," Kakashi interrupted, awkwardly laughing before giving Sai a hard nudge on the knee to silence him. However, Sarada and Mitsuki weren't easy to fool.

 

"Hmm. It's quite rare to see the Sixth Hokage in this office, especially at this time of day," Mitsuki remarked in a voice barely above a whisper. The silence in the room made his statement carry. Before Naruto could respond, Sarada spoke up again. "What about Boruto?" she asked, her eyebrows furrowed. When no answer came, she grew tense. "Is he okay? Wasn't he returning from his solo mission soon?" Shikamaru had had enough. He coughed and gestured for the two to leave. "Rest assured, he is alright. In fact, we were actually discussing that." He skillfully deviated from the conversation, a talent Kakashi had always admired. Once Sarada and Mitsuki had no further questions, Sarada bowed.

 

"Very well, we'll excuse ourselves now." She offered a smile with her eyes closed, sending a cold chill through the room. She ushered Mitsuki out, her expression blank as she closed the door behind her a bit too gently, which Kakashi noted. It reminded him of Sakura. Sai smiled and waved at the duo as they departed. Silence filled the room. "Well? They seem pretty normal to me," Naruto remarked, sweat dropping from his forehead. Shikamaru glanced at the door before shooting a sharp gaze back at him.

 

"I think they don’t know yet. But we should—”

“—and we’re not telling them. Not yet,” Naruto corrected, earning a half-hearted sigh of exhaustion from his advisor. "I'll get everything ready," Shikamaru whispered mainly to himself. "Although this is going to be such a drag." Kakashi stifled his laughter with a cough, sharing a long look with Sai. This was going to be interesting to witness. "We need to stall Mr. Shigeru until dinner," Naruto continued. "And as much as I don't want to say this—" He turned to the tall, dark-haired man behind him, his expression serious. "—you are in charge." Sai nodded, following the Hokage's pointing finger to his own face. "You can count on me," he replied, mirroring Sarada's gentle smile.

 

He had come a long way in his journey to understand human emotions. Ever since his recruitment into Team 7, he had learned many things about how the human brain works. Still, there was much he did not fully comprehend.As the head of the ANBU, Sai had to manage and manipulate a great deal of information. He was acutely aware of when to reveal specific data to whom and at what time. The Hokage was an exception; he was the one person who deserved to know everything.

 

However, sometimes Sai preferred to keep things from Naruto. He didn't want to worry his friend unnecessarily, especially since he often managed situations himself before they reached Naruto's ears. At other times, he simply did not consider the information important enough to share. What difference would it make anyway?For instance, he had seen the Uchiha make that expression before; he had also seen it on her mother far too many times.

 

He recognized that it was fake.

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Shikadai and Inojin had had enough for the day. First Shikamru sets them up for a guard mission. A mere C rank. Considering the fact that he was a Jounin, this wasn't even the most embarrassing thing his father had made Shikadai do. Hence it wasn't the worst part of the day yet. But what did make it worse were the old ladies babbling about the new trending post on the Konoha bubble.

Shikadai, unlike many of his peers, had preferred staying away from that cursed application as far as possible.

Curiosity kills a cat. It fucking always does.

Hence, an hour later the Nara found himself staring at Chocho's phone. She was trying to log into her account as they strolled towards the Thunder Burger. Apparently, Sarada has called them all for an urgent meetup this evening at the same spot. Coincidence? He thinks not.

"Just change your password!"

"No. I can't come up with any more unique ones. Its the 5th time already."

"Unique? My ass! All your passwords either starts or ends with the word 'butterfly'!"

"Which is why they are unique!"

"No, they're not!"

"Shut up!"

Shikadai let out a deep sigh of annoyance. The time Chocho took to remember her password, cause she refused to change it again for the 5th time, was enough for them to cover half the distance. "Ah! There it is!" The Kunoichi informed in a bubbly voice scrolling through the home page. Shikadai and Inojin got closer to get a better look as she clicked on the 'trending' section. A few moments later the three were now staring at her phone screen, stunned and bewildered.

"HUH?!"

Chocho exclaimed, almost dropping her phone to the floor before Iwabe caught it from behind. Denki and Sumire were found following after him not much later. "I see, so you guys also know?" Sumire had asked, short of breath from the run that she just had to make. Ignoring the fact that they appeared out of thin air, any response that Shikadai had to this new piece of information died in his throat.

He needed to talk to Sarada before jumping to conclusions. Thus, they all met up in Thunder Burger as they had planned. Sarada informed them how they got to know about it from the office staff, while they were going to submit their mission reports. Mitsuki had left one of his snakes there to keep them updated. Sumire and the others had just come back from a joint mission in the hidden cloud before they overheard the gatemen whispering to each other.

"I don't understand what is going on!"

Sarada concluded after a while, yelling mostly to herself. Heck, she almost stormed in the Hokage's office before Mitsuki had stopped her in her tracks.

"Violence will not work. We need to get a hold of the situation first."

He had told her. The situation? It didn't take long for them to realize how the situation was. Out of control would be the precise word for it. Seems like even the Nanadaime wanted to get out of it as much as they did. Although she still didn't know the whole story.

Why had he agreed in the first place?

This was wrong on so many levels that she couldn't even comprehend. Moreover, she didn't know why was she even getting so riled up just because, out of fucking nowhere, Uzumaki Boruto, her childhood friend, and partners since diapers, had apparently decided to marry some stranger? Was that girl even a stranger? Or did he even know of all of this in the first place? And why the fuck was everyone in the village so happy about it. She just couldn't understand.

"We need to speak with the Hokage about this immediately!" Sumire exclaimed, urgency lining her voice as her brow furrowed with concern. "We can't allow this to happen without Boruto's consent."  Mitsuki, with a serene smile playing on his lips, gently interrupted her, his calm demeanor contrasting with her agitation."Its no use." He said.

He reached into the flowing fabric of his long sleeves and effortlessly drew forth one of his snakes, its scales glistening under the dim light. "Well, it appears that a celebratory dinner has already been arranged for tomorrow night," he stated, his tone smooth and measured. "All adults are invited to attend." The mention of the dinner hung in the air, a mixture of confusion and unease rippling through the room.

"WHAT?!!!"

Oh man this was getting bigger than they thought.

Celebratory dinner? Sarada puked at the idea. In addition, if all adults were invited, it appears that even her mother had chosen to betray her today, which is quite surprising.

Any hope Sumire had with her was crushed by this response. "Even Lady Hinata? How is this happening so fast." Iwabe asked flabbergasted. Shikadai breathed deeply from his nose, running the gears in his head. Why would the adults not inform them beforehand?

Atleast his father would've said something. Heck, Boruto would've told him. But the guy hasn't set foot in the land of fire for almost half a year. Shikadai knew that Boruto wasn't involved. Then what the fuck was happening?

Marriage was a big thing. And unlike their parents' era, they all were far too young. Lord Seventh would never allow this, let alone lady Hinata.

Did Himawari knew? Or Kawaki?

By the way things were going they probably don't have a clue either. In conclusion, this was nothing but a big fat mess that he had to get his childhood friend out of. Like usual. "Seriously, this guy. Always getting into some trouble." A deep silence followed, no one had anything to say anyway. No one but one person.

"She must be pregnant."

Chocho munched on her favorite salted chip, before casually dropping the bomb of the day. "The mystery girl I mean." she added nonchalantly. It didn't take long for them to register what she had said. Before they all exploded simultaneously.

"Don't be ridiculous! "

"As if he can screw anyone before me!"

"Not now Chocho!"

Sarada said nothing, instead she shot her best friend the coldest look she could possibly make. Chocho almost felt like she had a fever. Although Chocho was defensive. Because, this time she felt like her argument was valid. "What?He was out for nearly a year–"

"7 months." Mitsuki corrected, amused at the flow of this conversation. Chocho took a pause before licking her lips and passed a smirk. "All you need is a one night, boy."

Sarada was speechless.Could this be true?

No.No.No.

This was Chocho they were talking about.  She was beyond ridiculous most of the time, that was her birth defect. "Can't really blame him. I've read it in a book. It's called 'Lone Lust'. Happens to anyone away from home for so long,  let alone a teenage boy nearly 16–"

"My brother is not like that!"

A new voice drew the attention towards itself before Himawari jumped from the last bench and marched towards the whole group. A tall man followed after, he was easily recognizable, could be none other than Kawaki, except for the hat that he was wearing. Mitsuki noted.

"He will never do such a thing!" Hima yelled , teary eyed but angry nonetheless."Told you, this whole undercover shit was just stupid ." Kawaki said from behind,  practically tearing off the pink bunny cap from his head that Himawari had made him wear.

"Himawari! "

"What are you doing here?" Sarada asked before sharing a worried look with Mitsuki. Though before either of them could utter a word, Inojin stepped forward.

"Okay so first of all–" He looked at the two alternatively. "Which one of you actually uses the Konoha bubble ?" Kawaki gave him a disgusting look. Like he was some annoying pest on the wall ready to be squashed.

"Why the fuck do you think it would be me, midget?"

"Stop fighting you two!"

Himawari interrupted waving her hands in the air so they would reach their faces. "That was me!" Shikadai gave her a stern look. "You're too young to be wasting time in that." He remarked.

"I'm not! I'm famous there, and don't act like my big brother!"

At that point, Shikadai could finally understand the sheer desperation behind Kawaki's cold eyes, who wanted nothing but to get away from all this. "In any case, what are you two doing here?"

"Ah , About that!"

Himawari thinned her lips, turning to everyone, sharing a look with Sarada, before they stretched into her famous devilish smirk. Sarada felt an instant pang of deja vu, not in a good way, this was before they almost died in a mission long ago when Boruto had made the same expression. The Uzumaki smirk that always indicated an incoming hazard.

"I have a plan."

 

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Chapter 3: Roles to play

When Miho opened her eyes, the first rays of sunlight filtered through the leaves above, signaling the arrival of morning. She rubbed her eyelids gently, a lingering drowsiness hanging over her, before yawning and becoming aware of a familiar presence nearby.

 

"You're awake," Boruto said, his voice low but firm.

 

She blinked at him owlishly, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep. "Don't lay there like a log. Get ready quickly; we'll be leaving soon," he urged, his tone brooking no argument. He swiftly moved about, packing his gear for the day and double-checking the contents of his weapon pouch, his movements efficient and practiced.

 

"Good morning to you too," Miho shot back, annoyance creeping into her voice, but her response earned her nothing but silence in return. As he began to gather the essentials, Boruto noticed they were running short on water and a few medicinal supplies. It was crucial to replenish their stock in one of the nearby villages before they ventured further. Despite the looming sense of urgency, he allowed Miho the time she needed to prepare herself. Once he was confident that she was ready, he lifted her effortlessly into his arms and jumped from branch to branch with agility.

 

"Do we really have to do it this way? I have legs, you know," she protested, her frustration bubbling to the surface. The feeling of relying on someone, let alone being carried by a shinobi, made her uncomfortable.

 

"First, it's much faster than us both walking. Second, you're injured and can't move properly. We need to stop by somewhere before crossing the border," he replied, his voice steady. Boruto peered intently ahead, his senses on high alert. He knew the dangers lurking out there, so he added slowly, "And there might be more rogues in this area, so we need to be careful." 

 

They traveled for a while, the morning sun climbing higher in the sky and illuminating their path as it brightened the forest around them. Boruto recalled that there was a small village nearby—he had visited it with Sasuke a few times. Though the place lacked an official name, people in his line of work referred to it as "The Checkpoint." The village’s residents relied primarily on general businesses and utility stores for their livelihood, making it an unremarkable spot for tourists and wanderers alike.

 

Upon arriving at the village, Boruto immediately set off to stock up on essentials. He left Miho seated in a nearly empty restaurant, which bore a peaceful ambience that promised safety, at least for the moment. The eatery was relatively pricey compared to its competitors, likely the reason it attracted so few customers.When Boruto returned, he was taken aback by the sight of Miho surrounded by a trio of locals—a middle-aged couple and a young woman. His instincts kicked in, and his body tensed.

 

"So that’s how you can maximize revenue per quarter—"

 

"What are you doing?" he asked sharply, sliding into the empty chair beside her.

 

"Here, I've written everything down. You can refer to this later," Miho said, her expression brightening as she handed out the carefully penned notes to the three locals. They took the papers with appreciative smiles before leaving.

 

"What were you doing?" Boruto repeated his question, this time with an edge of urgency. "I was giving him some business tips. This place is nice and all, but they need to adjust their prices a bit," she explained, her voice confident, as if she belonged in this moment.

 

"And they just listened to you?" Boruto asked, incredulity evident in his voice as he rubbed his fingertips in a nervous, circular motion on the table. "For your information, I'm the daughter of a well-known businessman across the five nations. Of course, they would listen to me—" But her sentence was cut short when Boruto slammed his fist onto the table, the impact resounding loudly in the sparse restaurant.

 

"Do you understand what you’re doing?" he whispered fiercely, his breathing quickening with frustration. "If it isn't already clear to you, your life is in constant danger right now. Bragging about your father's status to strangers is the last thing you should be doing." Miho had faced her fair share of unexpected challenges, but Boruto's sudden intensity caught her completely off-guard. The threat of tears shimmered in her eyes, a mix of surprise and hurt.

 

"It's not her fault," the man, who seemed to be the owner of the restaurant, interjected, stepping forward. “I've known her since she was a kid." Boruto squinted his eyes at the man, mistrust flooding his senses.  "What do you mean?" he demanded, searching for answers in the man's expression.

 

The man took a step back, raising his hands in a placating gesture. "Relax, boy," he said, his voice calm yet firm. "I meant no harm. Her father used to stop by here occasionally on his trade routes. I recognized her immediately—she has the same sharp eyes he did. The man used to take his daughters out on his business trips back in the day, it was quite common. I didn’t say anything because I didn’t want to draw attention to her."

Boruto's narrowed eyes softened slightly, though his shoulders remained tense. He glanced at Miho, who was biting her lip, her earlier confidence replaced by unease. "And you think that's supposed to make this better?" Boruto snapped, his voice quieter but no less biting. "You don’t realize what kind of people might be listening, even here." He scanned the restaurant, his trained eyes searching for any signs of danger.

The owner sighed his expression one of weariness. "I know the risks. That’s why I let her speak in the back corner and ensured no one suspicious got too close. You think I’d let anything happen to her under my roof?" Miho looked between the two men, her irritation bubbling up again. "I don’t need either of you deciding what’s best for me. I wasn’t bragging; I was just trying to help." Boruto sighed at that, he felt guilty for bursting out at her.

It wasn’t like Boruto had a hard time communicating with emotional women. He’d had his fair share of practice, thanks to Sarada’s sharp wit and Himawari’s uncanny ability to tug at his heartstrings. That didn’t mean he wouldn’t prefer to avoid it when possible.The familiar ding of the shop door closing brought his attention back to the man behind the counter. Miho had just stepped outside to fetch some belongings she’d left on the counter earlier.

“It’s a shame, that poor child,” the man muttered, his voice low but heavy with melancholy. Boruto’s ears perked up, his curiosity piqued. He glanced at the man, noting the way his shoulders sagged under an invisible weight. His deeply furrowed brows and slanted eyes exaggerated the sorrow etched on his face.

“What do you mean?” Boruto asked cautiously, his tone neutral. The man sighed deeply, the kind that seemed to drag out years of unspoken exhaustion. “Her father… it seems he’s found a groom for her. Without her permission. That’s just how things are done in their culture.”

The words hung in the air like a bitter aftertaste. Boruto stiffened, his hands curling into loose fists. His mind flashed back to Miho’s face when she mentioned her trip to Konohagakure. Her voice had been steady, but there was an unmissable flicker of unease in her eyes. He frowned, trying to piece the puzzle together. A guy from Konoha? he wondered, struggling to place anyone in the village who might be of marital age—and willing.

The thought left a sour feeling in his chest. Miho wasn’t much older than him, so the idea of her being forced into marriage—especially to someone older—felt fundamentally wrong. For a moment, anger bubbled in his gut. If her father was supposed to be this “great man” she spoke of, why would he make a decision that ignored her happiness? Still, Boruto bit back his questions. Now wasn’t the time to press for answers. He’d already learned the hard way that sticking his nose into things too soon could make matters worse.

As Miho re-entered the shop, clutching a small bundle of items, Boruto stood up. “Thanks for the food,” he said, flashing the shopkeeper a polite smile before heading for the door.The man nodded solemnly, his gaze lingering on Miho for a moment longer. “Take care, young man. And... look out for her if you can.” Boruto paused in the doorway, the weight of the request settling on his shoulders. He gave a small nod, his jaw tightening.

“I will,” he said quietly, more to himself than anyone else, before stepping outside into the fading light of the evening.

 

 

......................... Konoha .........................

“What the fuck?”

Up until this point in her life, Sarada Uchiha had faced countless challenges, each more nerve-wracking than the last. From pretending to be an ally to her enemies during covert missions, to battling her closest friends for the greater good, she had endured it all.

“No.”

From nearly dying under the blistering sun of an uncharted desert to watching a comrade draw their last breath in the relentless rain of an unknown forest, every hardship had chipped away at her innocence and forged her resolve.

“Absolutely not—”

She had seen enough to know that the world was cruel, and that strength came from enduring that cruelty. Every scar, every tear, had shaped her into the formidable person she was now. Whether it was surviving psychological torture—

“But big sis—”

Or enduring days of excruciating hunger, Sarada had built an ironclad composure that nothing, not even the worst of circumstances, could shake.

“You’re the only one I can count on!!” Himawari’s voice wavered, her big, pleading eyes shimmering with hope.

Sarada grit her teeth, holding back the urge to scream. “No way in hell.”

“Besides,” Himawari added with a coy smile, “you only have to do it in front of the dads. It’s no biggie.”

What. The. Fuck.

“I SAID—”

Sarada’s fist shot up before her mind could catch up to her actions. Her breath hitched as she realized what she was doing.

“NEVER IN A MILLION YEARS—”

Her shout echoed through the room, vibrating with a finality that left no room for negotiation. But it was already too late. Her body had moved on instinct, her rage having bubbled over like an untamed storm.

Himawari blinked up at her, startled, her lips forming a small “o” of surprise. A tense silence filled the air, broken only by Sarada’s heavy breathing as she struggled to rein in her temper.

For a moment, guilt flickered across Sarada’s face, but she shoved it down as quickly as it came. “You’re insane if you think I’d agree to that,” she muttered, shaking her head.

But deep down, she had the sinking feeling that Himawari wouldn’t give up so easily.

 

...............Earlier.................................................

 

"What?!"

"Totally foolish."

"As if the Hokage would fall for that!"

"Like I said. Flop Idea."

"Mrs. Uzumaki will catch us in a matter of seconds."

"Flop idea."

"It does sound interesting."

"Absolutely trash. Where's your brain?"

Himawari shot Inojin a dirty look before he could say 'flop' or 'trash' one more time. He wouldn't have a tongue intact to do so. If she knew that was the reaction she would get out of everyone, she would've rather kept it to herself and acted on it. Why was her brother's gang such dorks? At least Chocho showed interest.  Mitsuki...she never knew what went on in his mind. He was scary sometimes Her plan was foolproof. She would use a transformation Justu to turn into her brother.

She just needed to explain it to the most boring generation of the village that why it made sense.

"Why do you think the villain Oji-san is interested in Big Brother?" She asked, giving everyone a little time to think. Although she could hear Shikadai mumbling about how she shouldn't use the word 'villain'.

"He's rich?" 

Iwabe said the first thing that came into his mind, although judging by his expression alone, Himawari knew he didn't need convincing that his answer was pure bullshit.

If she was allowed to use that word, she would've said so.

"It's simple. He knocked his daughter–"

"Chocho! "

Sumire interrupted reminding the girl that they had a kid between them right now.

"Nuh-uh!"

Although Himawari couldn't care less. She even assumed that she was more educated on the topic of sex than all of them combined. But again, she can't say that word. Kawaki and Sarada made a face as they both came to the realization that they knew the answer to that. But never in a million years would they say it out loud. They sweat dropped at Hima's side-eye. Sometimes she resembled a dog more than a girl. Kawaki realized.

Mitsuki just smiled.

"Well, Boruto-kun does have a reputation out there." Denki! Thank heavens that her brother has ONE rational friend who wasn't completely clueless or a free-loader. But she wasn't allowed to say that word out loud.

"Bingo! Villain Oji-san knows he's popular." Hima grinned.

"And if we ruin that one thing–"

"He wouldn't want Boruto to marry his daughter anymore!" Iwabe exclaimed excitedly. This wasn't a bad idea, but Shikadai wasn't convinced. "What is the whole ordeal?" He asked.

Now he was interested.  Himawari smirked.

"I will transform into Big Brother and act like he's the worst piece of shit there is to exist!!"

"Language!" everyone shouted in unison, their voices filled with surprise and disbelief. Yet, Hima remained unfazed, lost in her own thoughts as if the words had never reached her. Sumire furrowed her brow, her voice tinged with concern. "But we have no idea where to even begin looking for them," she asked, glancing around at the group.

"About that." Denki smiled at them. "I've been handling some of my dad's contracts and accounts. Since I'm the deemed successor of the Kaminari corp–"

"Cut to the point." Kawaki shot back earning a frown from the said boy.

"In any case, I just got a text from him. He called for an urgent arrangement for a sudden dinner party at one of our hotels.Tomorrow night."

"So? It could be anyone." Inojin replied.

"That's the thing.  My dad is a strict businessman, he likes to do everything perfectly. Hence he only accepts orders that are pre-planned for say, at least a week before the due date ." Denki continued.

"He would immediately reject arrangements requested after that time frame no matter who it is. Unless–"

"Unless the Hokage himself asks him to do so! This is his dinner party!"

That did make sense, Sarada thought, putting two and two together. It wasn't that bad of a plan, although a few things were still bothering her.

"What if Hinata-san used her byakugan to double-check?"

"Gurl, leave that to me."

Chocho winked at her before turning to Denki.

"Is there a possibility that we can waiter at your hotel tonight?" 

It took a while before Denki made a sad face.

"About that-" Before transforming his expression to a smug one. "You absolutely can! I'll get it done."

Chocho let out a yelp of excitement. Whether it was to be able to help Boruto or to finally get a chance to dress in a cute maid outfit. Sarada didn't know.

"And what if you did whatever you say you did, but he still didn't change his mind?"

Always on point. Big bro Kawaki.

Himawari lowered her gaze.

"We need to make sure that the scheme definitely works.The absolute last straw." She played with the thread of her jacket, Sarada could sense hesitation in the way she was breathing and stealing glances at her. No wait, it wasn't hesitation.

She was enjoying this.

As much of a jolly person she was, Himawari had her own cute sides, Sarada smiled. It reminded her a lot of how Boruto used to act back when they were kids.

"And in order to do that–"

Or maybe she shouldn't have been looking at the little devil to begin with,  though it was too late. Because a pair of blue eyes were staring directly at her.

"Big sis Sarada! I need your help!"

It took a moment for Sarada to acknowledge what was being said.

"Eh?"

..................Present..........................

"This is what you get for spouting absurd nonsense before thinking it through."

Kawaki spoke staring at the crack on Thunder Burger's wall, before tapping Himawari on the head a little harshly.

"Ow!! Why'd you do that for?!"

Sarada huffed roughly, retreating her fist back from the wall, she felt like her heart will explode, why the fuck was it so hard to breathe??!

Great, now she has to pay for the repair. Talk about ruining reputation. She glanced at Himawari who pretended to look confused.

Sarada wasn't one to be fooled, she could easily recognize the hidden proud smug behind that innocent face which screamed how much trust she had in her new bullshit.

That was her plan?

Sarada couldn't acknowledge the circumstances she was in right now. On one side was her best friend for life, while on the other was the entire mountain of respect, shame, and reputation that she'd been building for the major part of her life.

Hence, after much thought she decided to employ the one strategic maneuver she knew she could count on.

She absconded.

"Wait– Sarada–!!"

However, before Himawari could realize the Uchiha was gone. Shikadai released a long sigh at the teary face of the Uzumaki sibling. 

"Why did she leave?"

She turned to him as if she hadn't just asked Sarada to do the wildest shit of the year. "Why do you think ?" Shikadai asked back.

"I don't know."

As if. 

Shikadai scoffed mentally.

"You– Wait let me get this out in on go." Shikadai added in a monotone. "You asked her to kiss Boruto, in front of everyone at the dinner party, right before his fiance."

Now that he said it this way,  it did sound bad.  Himawari contemplated. Though she wasn't gonna back down. "But we have to do this!"

"Why her though? You could've asked anyone of us, we could transform into a woman."

"You want to kiss my brother?" Himawari asked.

"I can do it." 

Mitsuki said, smiling casually before a deafening silence took over. 

"You need help." Chocho commented.

Himawari tried to ignore the obvious homosexual traits his brother's pals have. It was worrisome,  but she had more important matters at hand. Seriously? These people were denser than Osmium. It was time to use her triumph card.

"You do know it's gonna be me behind that jutsu right?"

That was all she needed to say. All to earn a life-threatening frown from Kawaki, not towards her but every other male specimen that existed in Konoha who tried to question her choice of asking Sarada. Shikadai was smart, he knew when to keep his mouth shut. And this was precisely one of those times.

"Understandable, besides, it will be more believable if his secret lover is actually someone from his own team." He said to close the discussion. "Alright so, we either convince Sarada or let Boruto marry forcefully?" It didn't require a genius to tell that the former seemed way more difficult to accept.

"In any case, let's play our parts first, let's list what we need to do in the meantime." Shikadai got the gist of things,  now it was his turn to make everything execute perfectly. 

"Ooooh. I will prepare the BEST 'Good-for-nothing-drunk-father-hating-irresponsible-self-centered-power-hungry-son' script for you, lil miss." If anything, the way Chocho laid out the specifications did make Himawari question her brother's image among his friends at least.

"I will inform dad about his return. So he won't get suspicious."  Shikadai added since he knew Shikamaru, aka his dad, would definitely be one of the major obstacles standing between them after all. 

"I will make arrangements for the waitress thingy!" Denki said.

"But I need at least 4 new recruits to make it believable–" 

"Oooh count me and Sumire in!" Chocho raised her hand excitedly. Sumire smiled.

"I will do it too." Inojin said , a little embarrassed but he has experience in this kind of thing. Given his mom forced him to handle catering at her house parties.

"I will keep a guard for you guys outside just in case–Hold on, I will gather some more people from our class." With that Iwabe left , although Shikadai wasn't sure if that was actually needed or he just wanted to be saved from the waiter job. That only left one person.

"Say my name once and you will never speak again."

Kawaki practically growled like some wild animal. Cold eyes radiating a murder intent, this clearly wasn't just a threat.

"But broth–"

"I said no."

"But–"

"No."

 

This was not gonna work. Shikadai knew Kawaki wasn't going to budge, he was known for his short temper, and Shikadai had no intention to poke a hungry lion. He almost left hopes before a short sniff brought him back to reality.

"But you promised to help! You liar!" Himawari exclaimed, Byakugan flaring as she continued. "I will never forgive you for abandoning big brother like this! I'll even burn all your shinobi cards with papa's photo in them!" Shikadai barely managed to hold back his laugh at that.

Kawaki stared at the girl, wide-eyed, he knew Himawari wasn't fooling around, she might be known for her forgiving and kind nature, but she absolutely despised liars. And Kawaki treasured his Shinobi cards, that was a line even Boruto never crossed. 

"Now will you do it or not ?"

Hence, she was staring daggers at her brother with her byakugan activated, tears rolling down her cheeks.

Shit. This is bad.

Shikadai panicked. He knew one of them was going to back down. Definitely not Kawa-

"Okay." Kawaki replied casually.

 

This was it?! Shikadai have had enough for today. Any more of this bullshit and his brain was going to explode. "In any case , what about Sarada? That's a hard nut to crack." He asked.

"I will convince her!" Himawari declared proudly.

One of these days, Boruto's friends finally begin to understand why the boy was so scared of his little sister. Himawari Uzumaki can make anything happen if she wishes for it.

 

 

Chapter 4: Will you do it?

After the chaotic events at the Hokage office earlier that day, Naruto hurried home, feeling the weight of his responsibilities pressing heavily on his shoulders. The sun was setting, casting a warm golden hue across the village, but he hardly noticed. His mind was racing with thoughts of unfinished paperwork and the looming dinner with Shigeru scheduled for the next day. It was going to be a busy evening, and he had a lot to juggle—a perfect storm of obligations that seemed to multiply at every turn.

 

As he stepped into the Uzumaki household, the door closed behind him with a soft thud, echoing in the otherwise quiet space. He paused for a moment, surveying the empty hallway that welcomed him. A sense of relief washed over him, and he breathed a little easier; it seemed that no one was home. Under normal circumstances, he might have savored the moment of peace, but tonight was different. This was a golden opportunity to slip away unnoticed and grab a spare set of clothes before anyone could detect his presence.

 

With a quiet determination, Naruto tiptoed up the stairs, carefully avoiding the creaky spots that had betrayed him in the past. The familiarity of the house surrounded him and he couldn’t shake the feeling that no matter how much he tried to carry everything on his own, there was one person he couldn’t shield from the chaos surrounding him anymore. Hinata.

 

As he reached his room, he grabbed a clean shirt and a pair of pants from his drawer, moving quickly to avoid any potential interruptions. The heavens had certainly not shown him mercy today, yet, as he prepared to leave the room, he couldn’t help but feel that perhaps this night wouldn’t be so bad after all. After all the stress and turmoil he’d faced, maybe a moment of solitude would grant him the clarity he desperately needed.

 

"Big Brother?" 

 

Or maybe he spoke too soon. With a sharp snap of his neck, Naruto turned to see Hanabi lounging against the door frame, a playful grin spreading across her face. The sight was both amusing and embarrassing—especially with the way he was awkwardly positioned, one leg dangling outside the window like a runaway caught in the act. He coughed nervously, color rising to his cheeks, and quickly adjusted his posture, trying to regain some dignity.

 

"You know, you could always use the door," Hanabi teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief as Naruto shot her a glare that could only be described as semi-serious. Just then, a sweet voice floated up from downstairs—it was Hinata, inviting them to join her for tea. She had prepared a cozy pot for the three of them, and though Hinata knew Naruto was not a fan of herbal tea, she never pressured him to drink it—except in those rare moments when—

 

She knows. The realization hit Naruto like a bucket of cold water, draining the color from his face and leaving his throat parched. 

 

There was no way he could ninja his way out of this one. 

 

 

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"Your move," Shikadai breathed slowly, waiting patiently for his father's turn. It was during shogi matches like this where he felt they truly bonded as a duo. Their relationship wasn't complicated; it was just that neither of them wanted to meddle in each other's business all the time.

 

Shikamaru made his move, pressing his lips to the end of what would be his second cigarette. Shikadai watched intently, knowing he had to time everything perfectly if he wanted their plan to work out. His dad was no fool; one mistake could easily expose the whole facade that he and his friends were planning. They continued the game for a while before Shikadai decided to set his plans in motion.

 

"I received a hawk from Boruto the other day," he said casually, keeping his eyes focused on the shogi board as he waited for his father's response. He noticed Shikamaru raising his hand for another shot of his cigarette before he spoke.

 

"That's strange," was all he said before falling silent again. Shikadai waited for more words to come. When nothing else was said, he looked up to meet his father's gaze, which was fixed directly on him. Shikadai gulped internally—if he messed this up, there would definitely be a wedding to attend at the end of the year. "What is?" he asked, shifting his sitting position, suddenly aware that his left calf had started to feel numb.

 

"No, I mean, we also received his message a few weeks back. According to that, it would definitely take a few more days," Shikamaru replied. His words felt like the script of a play—a play that Shikadai had already rehearsed countless times in his head before asking his father for a shogi match today. "We often share updates, personally, I mean, just to keep in touch. We don’t usually get much time to spend together like in the old days, right?" 

 

Shikadai laughed. It was true that most of their friends sent personal hawks whenever digital devices couldn't be used. However, for Shikadai, it was all a drag; he would rather talk face to face than bother with sending letters to people. "I found out a few days ago, maybe he didn’t want to bother you again with his travel updates." He added.

 

"I see. Well, good for him," Shikamaru replied, his tone as nonchalant as ever, before another voice cut through the room. "Boruto's returning? When?" Temari asked, rushing in with a sudden burst of energy, her interest unmistakably piqued.That was strange coming from her, considering she never set foot in this room when Shikadai and his dad played shogi. She didn't hide her disdain for the "boring" activity either—usually opting to stay far away from their matches. Shikadai blinked, genuinely taken aback by her unexpected entrance.

"Eh? Uh—well, he didn’t say exactly when. Most likely by tonight?" Shikadai stammered, still recovering from his mom’s abrupt interest. That is, if Himawari managed to convince Sarada in time. "Or maybe early morning," he added hesitantly. To his utter disbelief, Temari squealed, a rare display of unfiltered excitement. "Great! He’ll get to meet his bride sooner than later. I heard she’s really pretty! Some of our friends saw her walking around the hotel with her father."

By "some," she clearly meant one, and by "friends," she undoubtedly meant Aunty Ino. No one else had the nerve—or free time—to abandon their responsibilities to stalk a 15-year-old rumored to be wed to the Hokage’s son. Shikadai cringed at the word bride. He didn’t want to imagine Boruto’s reaction, but on second thought, maybe it was better not to know. "Naruto would be so delighted to hear about his early return, right, Shika?" Temari giggled, glancing at her husband.

"Yeah, right. He’d be so delighted," Shikamaru replied, his words dragging ever so slightly by the end.

Shikadai didn’t miss the way his dad’s shoulders slumped just a little, or how his brows furrowed subtly, as if he were silently cursing something—or someone. And then it hit him.

His father and the Hokage probably didn’t want Boruto back so soon. No, they likely wanted to delay his return as much as possible—next month, at the earliest. They were clearly trying to fix whatever mess had cropped up before Boruto caught wind of it. While Shikadai couldn’t entirely blame them, he also knew his dad would secretly relish the chaos more than feel pressured by it. Still, he had a soft spot for the Hokage and was probably trying to spare him the impending headache.

Shikadai sighed inwardly. Poor Nanadaime. When had the adults ever been able to solve trivial matters on their own? Since the new generation arrived, it was always the kids—Team 7, in particular—who interfered and, more often than not, made things worse. Himawari’s grand plan was no exception. It was way too flamboyant for Shikadai’s taste, and in his defense, he had told her and the others to let the adults handle this on their own. But, as always, no one listened. The boat had already sailed, and Shikadai could do nothing but watch as it drifted further away, heading straight into the storm.

He glanced at his dad, who had resumed his usual calm demeanor but was still lazily moving his shogi pieces. "Want to bet on how fast this blows up in their faces?"

Shikamaru smirked, his lips curling slightly at the corners. "Troublesome, but... I'll take that bet."

Shikadai sighed again. This was going to be a long night.

 

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Meanwhile, in the Uchiha household, the winds had certainly shifted. Sakura hummed a sweet melody while preparing dinner, her movements precise and serene. Everything was perfectly ordinary—that is, until the door to the house slammed open with an echoing thud.

"Pleaseeee, Saradaaaaaa—" A young, desperate voice dragged across the apartment, followed immediately by the sound of another door shutting with a decisive click.

Sakura glanced toward the noise but quickly dismissed it with a knowing smile. Sarada storming home upset about something Boruto did was as routine as sunrise. The details rarely mattered. She also didn’t bother acknowledging that it was Himawari, not Boruto, trailing after her daughter this time. Instead, she focused on her chores.

Inside Sarada’s room, tension hung in the air. Sarada sat cross-legged on her bed, arms crossed, her glare fixed firmly on the far wall. She ignored Himawari as though she were nothing more than an elephant in the room—a loud, pleading elephant.

“Come on, Sarada!” Himawari whined, her voice laced with frustration.

Sarada didn’t budge. She knew what this was about. The news had spread like wildfire across Konoha—Boruto’s engagement, the buzz of the town. Her mother might have pretended indifference, but Sarada caught the flickers of emotion. That exasperated sigh Sakura let out whenever her “girl gang” gushed about future grandchildren was unmistakable, it was like she considered looking at her own with nothing short of a miracle. The only thing that ticked Sarada off more was the smug, knowing smirk her father wore during those conversations. She wasn't that socially intolerant was he? No way, she had guys lined up for her in the academy and even now, who would do anything to gain her favor.

“I will not agree to this, no matter how much you wail, Himawari!” Sarada snapped, her eyebrows furrowing in pure annoyance.

“But—”

“No buts! That tactic of yours only works on your bro—” Sarada’s voice faltered, her eyes locking onto Himawari’s.

Puppy eyes. Large, glassy, impossibly earnest.

Sarada felt her resolve waver for half a second before she shook her head firmly. Dog. Dog. Dog. Dog. Dog. She repeated the mantra in her mind, willing herself to resist.

“Nope, not happening! I’m not going to be swayed into doing something so…so scandalous!” Sarada shot up from her bed, pacing the room as if movement could shake off the weight of Himawari’s request.

“But Sarada,” Himawari whispered, her voice trembling, “this isn’t just about me. It’s about my brother.”

Sarada stopped mid-step, her arms dropping to her sides. “Oh, please. Boruto can handle himself. He doesn’t need you pulling off some insane stunt to ‘help.’”

“That’s where you’re wrong!” Himawari’s voice cracked, and for the first time, Sarada noticed just how serious she looked. “You think Boruto’s fine? You think he would want this?”

"You don't know what he wants. Besides, he probably doesn't even know anyth-"

"Which is why I'm asking for your help! Because I'm scared he might not refuse!" Sarada was taken aback by the sudden burst out. "Why would you think that?" She asked, nervousness covering her tone.

"What if it's a diplomatic decision?" Himawari continued. " Which might explain why Papa wasn't able to set things up outright. You know my big brother don't you? He's great but also stupid and selfless, he will be ready to throw away his life if it's for the better of the village, in any way shape or form."

Sarada blinked, momentarily stunned by the raw emotion in Himawari’s tone. She had to accept, Himawari was right in that regard. 

“He’s been there for you, hasn’t he?” Himawari pressed on, her voice soft but unrelenting. “Every time you needed someone, he was there. When you cried about your big fight with your dad, when you said you’d never be Hokage after a mission gone wrong, even when you swore off tomatoes because you thought they were making you sick. Boruto was there. He’s always been there, Sarada.”

Sarada clenched her fists. Of course, she remembered. Boruto had always been the one to annoy her, tease her, and somehow—annoyingly—pull her back up when she was falling apart. Although she couldn't quite understand the uneseccary jab at her dislike for tomatoes.

“He’s my brother, Sarada,” Himawari continued, her voice barely above a whisper now. “I can’t let him go through this alone. If you don’t want to do it for me, then do it for him.”

The room fell silent.

Sarada groaned, dragging a hand down her face. “This is such a bad idea…”

Himawari’s face lit up with hope. “You’ll do it?”

“I didn’t say that!” Sarada snapped, but the defeated sigh she let out a moment later said otherwise.

“Thank you, Sarada!” Himawari beamed, throwing her arms around her.

“Yeah, yeah. Just don’t make me regret this,” Sarada muttered, already feeling the weight of regret settling in her chest.

 

Notes:

I'M BACK TO FINISH WHAT I STARTED?!!
I recently came across this fanfic from @olivetreetastelikewood, I believe it was called, "Call My Name And Save Me From The Darkness", it was a good read and compelled me to get into writing fanfics again.Well, at least finishing this one this I already prepared the whole draft for it at the very start.

For those of you who might know me from my Wattpad account, I might not be able to finish my works there since I do not have the draft anymore (I beg for your forgiveness, but in my defense I'm in College now.)

Anyway HAVE FUN READING!

Chapter 5: Please come back!

Naruto froze in place, halfway out the window, as Hinata’s gentle voice called out from downstairs. He turned his head back toward Hanabi, who stood smirking in the doorway. For a moment, he contemplated finishing his daring escape, but the mischievous glint in Hanabi’s eyes told him he’d never live it down. Resigned, he sighed deeply, pulled his leg back inside, and adjusted his jacket.

“Tea, huh? Guess there’s no getting out of this,” he muttered under his breath.

Hanabi chuckled. “Not unless you want Hinata to come up here and drag you down herself. And I’d love to see that.” Naruto shot her a look but said nothing, trudging downstairs with Hanabi trailing behind, her snickers a constant soundtrack to his descent. The warm aroma of freshly brewed herbal tea filled the living room, and there was Hinata, sitting gracefully at the low table. Her delicate hands arranged the cups with care, her serene demeanor belying the storm Naruto knew was brewing beneath.

“Ah, Naruto,” she said sweetly as he entered, though there was a subtle edge to her tone that made his stomach churn. “Come sit. I’ve made your favorite tea.”

Naruto gulped. “Herbal tea isn’t really—”

“Sit.” Hinata’s smile remained gentle, but Naruto swore her eyes glinted briefly, a silent warning that sent a chill down his spine. Without hesitation, he plopped down onto the cushion across from her. Hanabi slid into place beside her sister, barely concealing her amusement as she sipped her tea. For a moment, the room was heavy with silence, broken only by the soft clink of porcelain as Hinata poured tea into their cups with practiced grace. Naruto’s nerves were on high alert, his mind racing. A lecture? No, it felt worse than that. Was this… what people called a pre-divorce situation?

Finally, Hinata placed the teapot down and looked up, her serene demeanor belying the accusation in her tone. “Naruto, dear…” she began, her voice calm, yet sharp as a kunai. “I’ve been hearing some… interesting rumors today.”

Naruto blinked, his mouth going dry. “Rumors?” he repeated, his voice cracking slightly. “What kind of rumors?” “Oh, you know,” Hinata said sweetly, though her gaze was anything but. “The kind where I hear my son is engaged to marry a businessman’s daughter—a proposal that you supposedly approved.” Her words were laced with venom, her polite smile as piercing as her Byakugan. “Care to explain?”

Naruto’s jaw dropped, his face a mixture of shock and panic. “What?!” he stammered. “I didn’t approve anything! I haven’t even spoken to Shigeru today!” Hinata’s brow furrowed slightly. “Shigeru? The one you’ve been meeting with recently?” Her voice carried a note of confusion, but the alertness in her eyes only grew sharper. “Naruto, why is everyone saying that my Bolt is going to marry his daughter?”

Naruto threw his hands up defensively. “I swear, I didn’t say a word to him! If anyone’s spreading rumors, it’s not me—it’s that cursed app, Konoha Bubble! You know, the one we scroll through together every night?” His words tumbled out in a rush as he tried to make sense of the situation for both of them. Hinata tilted her head slightly, her gaze scrutinizing every syllable. Naruto pressed on, explaining the whole situation first.

“See? I’d never make a decision like that behind Boruto’s back! You really think I’d arrange this without his consent? That’s insane!” He finished at last as he gestured wildly, then grabbed his teacup, gulping down the herbal brew with more force than necessary—as if the act itself might save him from this nightmare.

For a moment, Hinata’s lips pressed into a thin line, her eyes narrowing in thought. Beside her, Hanabi was visibly struggling to contain her laughter, her shoulders shaking as she looked away.

“So…” Hinata began slowly, her tone cautiously neutral. “It’s all just a misunderstanding then?” “Yes!” Naruto said emphatically, nodding so hard his neck cracked. “I was planning to talk to you about it tonight. I didn’t even know people thought I’d said anything until this morning!”

There was a long pause before Hinata exhaled, the tension in her shoulders easing. “Okay,” she said softly. “That’s good. I was… really worried about what was happening.” Her expression softened into a genuine smile, the weight lifting off her as she reached for her cup.

“Sad he was rejected,” Hinata murmured, more to herself than anyone else. “Shigeru is a nice man… but I’m glad you managed everything before it was too late—” "Did he though?" Hanabi interjected, sipping her tea as Naruto shot her an alarming look.

“About… that…” Naruto breathed, his voice small.

Hinata’s smile froze. She set her cup down deliberately, her eyes wide and fixed on him. “What do you mean?” Naruto fidgeted under her gaze, his fingers tangling together. “I… uh… didn’t exactly get the chance to do that yet,” he admitted sheepishly. The room fell silent again, the earlier calm now replaced with a different kind of tension. Hinata stared at him, her composure cracking just slightly, while Hanabi bit down on her lip. But then Hinata’s expression darkened slightly. “Wait. If you haven’t refused him yet, does that mean…”

Naruto’s face paled. “Uh…” Hinata’s gaze sharpened, her voice suddenly rising an octave. “You haven’t decided what to say yet?! Naruto Uzumaki, you were supposed to have thought this through! Do you even realize how important this is for Boruto’s future?”

Naruto flailed his hands in a panic. “I was going to talk to you about it first! I didn’t think it’d turn into this whole… thing! I don't know what to say to him now without sounding like a -” he glanced around to ensure Himawari wasn't present.

"-a complete dick!" He finished.

“Naruto,” Hinata said, her voice dangerously calm now, “you never think these things through.” Hanabi, unable to contain herself any longer, burst into laughter, clutching her stomach as she doubled over. “Oh, my gosh,” she managed between gasps, “this is too good. You’ve really done it now, big brother.”

Naruto glared at her. “Not helping, Hanabi!” But Hinata didn’t seem to hear either of them. She stood abruptly, pacing back and forth as she muttered under her breath. “It’s okay, Naruto." She began "Everything will be alright."

"Hinata..?" " It’s okay. Everything will be alright.” She said again, slowly to herself this time, like a constant mantra. Naruto blinked, startled by her sudden shift in tone. “Hinata? Are… are you okay?”

“It’s okay, Naruto,” she repeated, her voice oddly mechanical now. “Everything will be alright. Everything will be alright.”

Naruto turned to Hanabi, alarmed. “What’s happening? Is she… broken?” Hanabi wiped a tear from her eye, still laughing. “Oh, no. She’s fine. This is just her coping mechanism whenever you mess up this badly. It’s her way of staying sane, you know, being married to you and all.” Naruto’s jaw dropped. “What?! That’s not fair!”

Hinata’s pacing continued, her muttering growing faster. “It’s okay, Naruto. Everything will be alright. Everything will be alright.” Naruto groaned, burying his face in his hands. “Great. Now I’m the bad guy again. Why is it always me?!” Hanabi leaned back against the wall, grinning. “Oh, don’t worry, big brother. It’s not always you. Just… most of the time.” Naruto peeked at her from between his fingers. “You’re enjoying this way too much.”

Hanabi shrugged. “Hey, someone has to find the humor in all this. Might as well be me.” Naruto gave her a disapproving look before raising his arms to stop Hinata in her track. "Hinataaa! Please come back!" He exclaimed dramatically. Hinata finally stopped pacing and took a deep breath, steadying herself. Turning to Naruto, her expression softened but still held a trace of exasperation. “Naruto,” she began gently, her voice calm yet firm, “please… just promise me you’ll think things through before tomorrow. For everyone’s sake.”

Naruto nodded quickly, his voice tinged with nervous humor. “I promise. No more messing up. I’ll handle this. Just… stop pacing, okay? You’re scaring me.” Hinata’s eyes narrowed slightly, her voice now dangerously calm. “Naruto, you never think these things through,” she said, her tone both affectionate and reproachful. “You’re too selfless, and I love that about you, but—” She sighed and sank onto the cushion, the weight of her concern evident. “Sometimes, that selflessness can lead to unintended consequences.”

Naruto’s gaze softened, and he crouched slightly to meet her eyes. “I know,” he said, his voice steady with newfound resolve. “I’ll make it right. I promise. Hanabi snorted, and Naruto shot her a glare. “Don’t say it,” he warned. But Hanabi couldn’t resist. “Oh, big brother,” she said with a smirk, “everything will be just fine.” Naruto groaned loudly, though, he couldn’t help but feel a little lighter. 

Just then, the phone rang, shattering the fragile peace in the room. Hinata perked up and gracefully walked over to answer it. “Hello? Oh, hey, good evening!” she greeted warmly before her expression shifted into something… perplexed. “Ehh?! Uh-oh. Okay, I don’t think he will mind…”

Naruto, still slumped over the table, lifted his head slightly, squinting suspiciously. What now? Who is she talking to? Hinata covered the receiver and glanced back at him briefly, her face caught between surprise and mild panic. Naruto squinted harder. Why does she look like she’s signing a peace treaty under duress?

Hinata returned to the call. “Yes, yes, I’ll let him know… Uh-huh… Alright, see you tomorrow. Bye!” She hung up and turned back to Naruto, her brow furrowed in confusion. “Who was that?” Naruto asked, leaning forward, his eyes narrowing.

Hinata hesitated, her fingers fidgeting. “It was… Ino.” Naruto’s eyebrows shot up. “Ino? What did she want?”

Hinata sighed, sitting back down. “She sounded… very excited. She said she and the others are coming to dinner tomorrow.” Naruto’s face went on a comedic journey, starting with confused, transitioning to shocked, and finally landing on annoyed. “What?! Why?! This was supposed to be a serious family dinner!” Hinata shrugged helplessly. “She didn’t explain much, just that she thought it’d be fun for everyone to come and… support us?”

Naruto slapped his forehead, groaning. “Support us? Great. Now it’s gonna be a circus. What’s next, Kiba bringing Akamaru in a tuxedo?”

Hanabi, who had been silently sipping her tea, smirked. “Don’t give him ideas.”

Naruto threw his hands up in the air. “Fantastic. Tomorrow was already going to be a nightmare, and now it’s a public event. Thanks, Ino.” Hinata smiled sympathetically. “Don’t worry, Naruto. Everything will—”

“Don’t.” Naruto pointed at her, his eyes wide with mock horror. “Don’t you dare say it.”

Hinata and Hanabi exchanged a glance before both burst out laughing. Naruto groaned again, slumping back onto the table. Somewhere deep down, though, he couldn’t help but chuckle along with them. His family always had a way of making everything just a little more bearable.

 

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Boruto and Miho walked side by side along the narrow dirt path leading out of the village. The sun had dipped closer to the horizon, casting a warm orange glow over the surrounding forest. The silence between them was thick but not entirely uncomfortable. Boruto stuffed his hands into his pockets, his mind swirling with what the shopkeeper had told him. He knew he had to bring it up, but the words felt like lead in his throat.

“So,” he started casually, kicking a small stone ahead of him, “you’ve been to this village before, huh? ”

Miho glanced at him, her expression guarded but not hostile. “Yeah, my father used to bring me and my sister here when we were kids. It’s been years, though.” “Must’ve been nice,” Boruto said, keeping his tone light. “Traveling with your family and all.” Miho smiled faintly, though there was a flicker of something bittersweet in her eyes. “It was… different. My father wasn’t exactly the warm and fuzzy type, but he believed in teaching us through experience. Every trip was a lesson.”

Boruto nodded, trying to picture it. “Guess that’s why you’re so good at all this business stuff, huh? Those people in the restaurant looked like they were hanging on your every word.” Miho let out a small laugh, but it lacked her usual confidence. “I suppose. My father always said I had a knack for it, but honestly, it’s exhausting sometimes.” “Exhausting how?” Boruto pressed gently, genuinely curious.

Miho hesitated, her gaze shifting to the horizon. “It’s just… there’s always this expectation to be perfect. To live up to his name, his reputation. Sometimes it feels like I’m not even living my own life, just the one he’s planned for me.” Boruto’s chest tightened at her words. This was his chance, but he tread carefully. “Sounds rough,” he said softly. “Especially if, you know, he makes decisions for you without asking.”

Miho stopped walking and turned to face him, her sharp eyes scanning his face like she was trying to read his thoughts. “The old man told you, didn’t he?” she asked, her voice calm but tinged with resignation.

Boruto blinked, caught off guard by her directness. “Uh… yeah,” he admitted, scratching the back of his head. “He mentioned something about your father uh-.” Miho sighed and crossed her arms, her posture defensive but not angry. “Figures. He always did have a big mouth.” Boruto hesitated, unsure how to proceed. “So… is it true?” he asked cautiously.

She nodded, her lips pressing into a thin line. “It is. My father’s been trying to set me up with some guy from Konoha. Says it’s for the family’s benefit, to strengthen alliances or whatever. He doesn’t care what I think about it.” Boruto’s jaw tightened. “That’s messed up. I mean, you should have a say in something like that, right?”

Miho’s eyes softened slightly at his indignation. “It’s just how things are in my family. Besides, he has his reasons.” Boruto frowned, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. “That doesn’t make it right.” Miho smiled faintly, though it didn’t reach her eyes. “Maybe not, but it’s not like I have much of a choice.”

They fell silent for a moment, the sounds of the forest filling the space between them. Finally, Boruto spoke, his voice quieter but no less determined. “You do have a choice, you know. You’re stronger than you think.” Miho looked at him, taken aback for a moment before she smiled at him. “And what would you know about choices, Boruto?” she asked, her tone not unkind but curious.

Boruto shrugged, his gaze fixed on the ground. “More than you’d think. My dad-eh, he's respected by a lot of people. Everyone expects me to follow in his footsteps, to be just like him. But that’s not who I am. I’ve had to fight to figure out what I want for myself.” Miho studied him for a moment before nodding. “Fair point. I guess we’re more alike than I thought.” Boruto glanced at her, surprised by the admission. “Yeah, I guess we are.” Miho’s lips curved into a big smile. “Thanks, Boruto. For listening.” He shrugged again. “Yeah, well… just don’t go doing anything reckless, okay? Like announcing your dad’s a big shot to a bunch of strangers.”

Miho laughed, the tension between them easing. “I’ll try to keep that in mind.” They continued walking, the weight of their conversation lingering but not oppressive. For the first time since they’d started this journey, Miho felt like they were truly on the same page.

The forest felt suffocatingly still, a heavy silence clinging to the air as Miho and Boruto ventured deeper into the woods. The towering trees cast long, twisted shadows across the path, and with each step, the world around them seemed to grow more oppressive. But it wasn’t the darkening sky that quickened Miho’s pulse—it was the feeling that something was shifting inside her. There was something strange about him. This boy, who had appeared out of nowhere to save her, who was now walking beside her, guiding her through a dangerous situation.

Who was he, really?

She had no answers, only questions that seemed to grow with each passing moment. He was kind, too kind for someone she hardly knew. And yet, here he was, putting himself at risk for her—someone he had no reason to care about. Why was he doing this for her? What did he want in return?

Her thoughts drifted back to her own fate, to the man she was promised to. The idea of a husband who would be nothing like Boruto made her stomach twist. "If only my fiancé would be half as kind as him." she thought bitterly. But the cruel truth of her situation loomed over her. She didn't know the man she was promised to, had never even laid eyes on him. Her family’s traditions made it forbidden to meet or even speak to the groom before the engagement—considered bad luck by the elders, even taboo.

A sigh escaped her lips, but she quickly swallowed it down. She wasn’t completely clueless, though. The weight of her suspicions was almost unbearable. She had a pretty good guess who her future husband might be. “I don’t know what’s going to happen,” she muttered under her breath, the words meant for no one but herself.

“So, tell me,” Boruto’s voice broke the silence, sharp and direct. “Who is this guy your father wants you to marry? If you don't mind telling me”. He asked Miho stopped walking, her gaze falling to the ground as her fingers lightly brushed the fabric of her sleeve. It was hard to say out loud, even harder to accept. “I… I don’t know,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “In my family’s tradition, it’s forbidden to see or speak to your groom before the engagement is official. Especially for the firstborn.”

Boruto didn’t say anything at first, but she could feel the confusion and disbelief rolling off of him. Finally, he spoke. “What kind of tradition is that? How are you supposed to marry someone if you don’t even know who they are?” His tone was incredulous, almost mocking. Miho gave a sad, bitter smile, her shoulders slumping. “It’s not about what I want, Boruto. Its how things are done there. I don’t have a say in it.”

Boruto stepped closer, the sound of his boots crunching on the leaves snapping her out of her thoughts. “But that’s not fair. You’re your own person. You deserve to make your own choices.” Miho felt her chest tighten at his words. She wanted to believe him—more than anything. But the weight of her family’s expectations held her down. She could already hear her father’s voice in her head, the demands, but she knew has was only looking out for her, he has given his daughters all possible freedom he can, this was her chance of paying him back. She knew he loved them very much. So she decided not to dwell on the topic too much.

“I know,” she said, her voice quieter now, almost as if speaking her true feelings out loud would make them too real. “But I have a suspicion about who it might be.”

Boruto’s brow furrowed. “A suspicion? About who?”

Miho glanced at him for a moment. She could feel the words forming in her mind, but saying them—voicing them—made it all the more real. “My father and the Hokage have been close friends for a while now, about a year... So, it wouldn’t surprise me if it’s...” She trailed off, looking away quickly. She couldn’t bring herself to say it. Couldn’t. What if she jinxed it?

"What?" Boruto paused, quickly shaking his head, 'no, that's ridiculous',  he thought shrugging off the idea entering his head. He waited for a moment, his brow knitting together as he processed her words.

“If its who?” he asked instead, and though his tone was neutral, a flicker of something—confusion—crossed his face. Miho didn’t fully understand, but somehow her words made him take a step back, she noticed. He was silent for a beat longer, and Miho’s heart skipped a beat. Just as she was about to continue, to finally admit the truth, the air shifted. A chill raced up her spine, her senses screaming at her that something was wrong.

“Boruto?” she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. “What’s happening?”

Boruto’s eyes darted to the trees ahead of them. He held up a hand, signaling for her to be quiet. He was tense, his body rigid with awareness.And then, in an instant, the air around them exploded. A kunai zipped through the air, the metallic sound of its sharp blade cutting the air echoing as it struck the tree next to them, embedding itself deep in the trunk with a sickening thud. “Get down!” Boruto shouted, his hand shooting out to grab her arm and yank her to the ground.

Miho hit the ground hard, her breath knocked out of her for a moment, but she was too panicked to care. Boruto was already on his feet, spinning to face the shadows of the forest, his eyes narrowed, calculating. “They’re back,” Boruto growled, his voice low, dangerous. The intensity in his eyes was unmistakable. He was already on alert, his body coiling like a spring ready to snap. Miho’s heart pounded in her chest. “Who are they?” she asked, her voice shaky, fear creeping into her words.

“The same shitheads from before,” Boruto muttered, more to himself than to her. His expression darkened as he faced the trees around them. “Looks like they are specifically targeting you.” He breathed. Miho’s stomach churned. “What?” she gasped, her eyes wide. “Why?”

“We'll find out, later.” Boruto snapped, already taking a step back to position himself between her and the threat. “Right now, we fight.” Before she could respond, a figure emerged from the trees, his movement swift and lethal, a gleaming kunai in his hand. Boruto reacted instantly, drawing his own kunai and meeting the rogue’s first strike with ease, parrying the blade with his own in a flash of steel. The rogue smirked, clearly confident in his ability to overpower Boruto.

Miho’s heart raced as she watched the two men clash, the sound of metal against metal ringing in her ears. The rogue was fast, his movements fluid and practiced, but Boruto was faster, his strikes powerful and precise. He blocked another swipe from the rogue, and with a sharp movement, disarmed him, sending the rogue’s kunai flying into the dirt. But before Boruto could land a decisive blow, two more figures appeared from the darkness. The air seemed to hum with danger as the three attackers closed in on them.

Miho’s breath hitched. She had no idea how to fight. She wasn’t a shinobi, not even close. But she wasn’t about to sit idly by and wait for them to take her. Desperation surged through her as she scanned the area, looking for anything—anything—that could help. A rogue rushed toward her, his eyes wild with malice. Boruto was too focused on the others to see him coming, and Miho’s body froze in panic. But then, an instinct she didn’t even know she had kicked in. As the rogue reached her, she ducked, rolling to the side and grabbing a thick branch that had fallen nearby. She swung it with all her might, the jagged end striking the rogue’s ribs with a sickening crunch. The blow wasn’t powerful enough to take him down, but it was enough to throw him off balance, causing him to stumble back.

“Boruto!” she screamed, barely able to catch her breath. Boruto, hearing her shout, spun around just in time to see the rogue lunge at her again. With a swift motion, he kicked the rogue in the chest, sending him flying backwards and knocking him unconscious. “You’re not as useless as you look,” Boruto said with a smirk, though his voice was tense.

Miho’s heart was still racing, but she managed a shaky smile. “I’m trying,” she said, her hands still trembling. But the fight wasn’t over. The final rogue stood a few feet away, watching them with a dangerous glint in his eyes. He was calculating, confident, waiting for the right moment to strike. “Do you really think you can escape your fate?” the rogue spat, glaring at Miho. “You can’t hide forever, just because a man showed up to save your ass.” He continued before registering Boruto's presence properly.

He laughed nervously .

Miho felt her stomach turn. But Boruto was beside her, his stance unwavering. He had her back.

"Well, well, well... who would've thought we'd run into you,bitch." the man sneered, his voice dripping with venom. His eyes burned with hatred as they locked onto Boruto. "You think you're untouchable, don’t you?"

Miho’s breath caught in her throat. "Do you... do you know him?" she whispered, instinctively drawing closer to Boruto, her heart racing with anxiety.

Boruto’s expression remained eerily calm, the kind of calm that sent a chill down Miho’s spine. He shrugged, as if the situation were no more than an inconvenience. "I don't know," he replied nonchalantly, his voice surprisingly casual. "But I’ve probably beaten the crap out of him before. It’s surprising he even managed to get away, though."

He glanced at the man with a smirk, loud enough for the rogue to hear, his words carrying a sharp edge that only seemed to fuel the fire in the man's eyes.

"You're a damn arrogant piece of—" The man roared, his voice shaking with rage. Spittle flew from his mouth, his face contorting in fury. He took a step forward, his hands clenched into fists, his entire body shaking with pent-up anger. "I’ll make sure your father looks just like that when I deliver your broken, bleeding body to your precious village." Boruto's expression darkened, his hands instinctively balling into fists. But instead of the typical response Miho would have expected from someone who was threatened, Boruto’s gaze was focused, calculating. He wasn’t intimidated. In fact, there was an eerie calm in his eyes, as if he were already analyzing his next move, not as a boy, but as someone who had seen his share of battles.

The rogue’s words stung like a whip crack in the air, but Boruto didn’t flinch. Instead, he leaned in slightly, his voice low and deadly, "You’re really gonna threaten me like that? You should have stayed out of my way." The tension in the air was so thick that Miho could almost taste it. The world around them seemed to freeze, the only movement coming from the slowly swaying trees and the slight rustle of leaves beneath their feet.

She looked between Boruto and the man, her heart racing. She could feel the adrenaline pumping through her veins, her body on high alert. She wanted to say something, but the words stuck in her throat. What could she say? What could she do? The rogue was still seething with rage, but Boruto’s cold indifference seemed to make him hesitate, just for a split second. That moment of hesitation was all Boruto needed to step forward, his expression never wavering. The man’s threat, while violent, was empty. Boruto knew it, and the rogue was beginning to realize it, too.

"You should've thought this through," Boruto muttered under his breath, his eyes narrowing.

The rogue took a step back, as if to rethink his strategy, but the venom in his eyes only grew fiercer. He wasn’t done yet, not by a long shot. “We’re done running,” Boruto said coldly, his eyes narrowing. “And if you think I'm letting you take her, you’re dead wrong.”

The rogue lunged, aiming for Miho, but Boruto was quicker. He threw a series of kunai that forced the rogue to dodge, giving Miho the opening she needed. Without thinking, she reached into her bag and pulled out a handful of dirt, hurling it into the rogue’s eyes. The rogue staggered back, blinded, and Boruto took the opportunity to strike, landing a precise kick to the man’s chest, knocking him to the ground with a grunt.

Miho exhaled sharply, her breath ragged. Adrenaline coursed through her veins, her heart hammering in her chest. She turned to Boruto, her voice steady now, with a resolve she hadn’t felt before. It was over.

“You’re right,” she said, her eyes meeting his with a newfound strength. “I can’t let anyone control my life. Not my father, ... not the Hokage.”

Boruto’s expression froze mid-smirk. His usual cocky demeanor cracked, giving way to something raw and unguarded. For a moment, he simply stared at her, his lips parting slightly as though he wanted to respond but couldn’t find the words.

“You… what?” he finally managed, his voice unusually quiet.

Miho took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling with deliberate rhythm as she steadied herself. Her voice was clear, carrying a quiet yet unshakable determination. “I won’t marry anyone I don’t love. ""

"Not even the Hokage’s son!”

Boruto blinked, his brows shooting up in genuine shock. For a moment everything around them came to a halt. “Wait… you—”

Miho cut him off, her gaze unwavering as it locked with his. “I won’t. Not unless I feel like it. I decide my future, not anyone else. I don’t even know this guy, and love? Ha, that's a joke. Seriously, why is my dad so obsessed with this marriage thing? And the Hokage’s on board with it too? What’s going on here?”

Her words hit him like a bolt of lightning, but it wasn’t her declaration that threw him off. It was the fact that she was talking about marrying the Hokage’s kid—him—and what the fuck? His face morphed from surprise to sheer disbelief, a flicker of confusion passing through his eyes. He looked away briefly, his jaw clenching as the realization sank in, oh now he was angry at someone. Then, his gaze snapped back to her, a tension creeping into his voice. But before he could say a word , Miho continued.

“I’m ready,” she said slowly, the conviction in her voice carrying far beyond the clearing.

She felt the gravity of her decision settling within her, steady and solid. The tension from the fight still coursed through her, her muscles taut with adrenaline, but for the first time, she felt unshackled. Whatever Boruto was thinking about, she couldn’t guess. Right now, her own resolve was all that mattered.

Boruto’s breath hitched, and his hands balled into loose fists at his sides. Then, like a switch flipping, his shoulders relaxed, and a small smile curved his lips—not the teasing grin or the confident smirk he usually wore, but something softer, quieter. “Good,” he murmured, his voice low, almost tender. “About time.”

But as he crouched and scooped her up again, cradling her effortlessly, Miho caught a glimpse of something still lingering in his eyes—an unspoken question, a hesitation, almost as though he were still trying to process what her words meant. He leaped to the next branch, his movements faster this time, though his hold on her was gentle.

“Wha—!” Miho exclaimed, startled by the sudden motion.

But Boruto didn’t reply. His jaw was set, his expression unreadable. And though his pace didn’t falter, she couldn’t help but feel that his thoughts were elsewhere. "Are you okay?-""

“I know you want to walk on your own,” Boruto interrupted, his focus locked on the path ahead, “but we need to make it quick. It’s way too dangerous here. I know a shortcut. If we don’t stop, we can make it by sunset tomorrow.” Miho let out a soft huff, then nodded. “Woah, okay. I guess you’re right.” She smiled faintly, though her heart was still racing. She stole a glance at him—his face was set in concentration, his profile outlined by the dimming light of the fading sun. There was something undeniably reassuring about his presence, the way he seemed so certain even in the face of danger.

For a fleeting moment, their eyes met. Miho felt a rush of heat creep up her neck and quickly turned away, flustered. Her thoughts spiraled into a tangle of confusion, hope, and frustration. This wasn’t what she had planned, and yet… she felt strangely at ease. “This isn’t so bad,” she muttered under her breath, almost too quiet to hear.

“Yeah,” Boruto replied, clearly hearing her from the close distance between them, though didn't look at her again. “We need to get back as soon as possible. Besides—” He paused mid-sentence, propelling them forward with a powerful leap.

“—there’s someone I’d like to have a quick word with.” he finished, his face unreadable, though a hint of anger crept into his voice.

Meanwhile somewhere in the village, Naruto sneezed hard, a cold shiver run through him, he quickly glanced around the empty Hokage office (He was not allowed to sleep at home today) and discarded it.

Tomorrow was the day.

 

Notes:

If any of you reads the chapter notes-IM CRYING RIGHT NOW! I WROTE THIS WHOLE THING IN THE MORNING ITSELF BUT BECAUSE OF SOME AO3 SERVER ISSUE THEY LOST IT.

I was SO mad, I even decided not to post today but then wrote evrything again. It was really hurtful. They should integrate an auto save feature here lol.

Chapter 6: A Tough Decision

Shigeru stepped out of the hotel. The village was just waking up, and the first rays of sunlight were casting a soft, golden hue over the cobblestone streets. Shigeru had visited Konoha many times before, but this was different. This time, he wasn’t just a passing visitor. He’d spent several days here, more than usual, and there was something about the place—the way it thrummed with life, even at this early hour—that made him feel oddly disconnected yet deeply anchored at once.

His footsteps echoed in the empty streets as he began his morning stroll, the rhythmic tapping of his polished shoes against the stone a steady companion. The shops were slowly opening their doors, the scent of freshly baked bread and brewed coffee mingling with the cool morning air. Shigeru’s eyes drifted over the various storefronts, but none of the trinkets or souvenirs caught his eye. He wasn’t here to shop. No, he was searching for something more elusive—a small token, perhaps, but nothing so trivial as a souvenir.

As he walked, his gaze was drawn to a modest shop nestled between two larger buildings. Outside, a collection of wind chimes swayed gently in the breeze, their soft, tinkling sounds mingling with the rustle of leaves. One chime in particular caught his eye: a delicate ceramic piece with intricate floral patterns, he was fond of florals, paired with wooden charms and colorful beads. He paused, a faint smile touching his lips. It wasn’t much, but it reminded him of home—calm and peaceful. Without overthinking it, he stepped inside and purchased the wind chime, carefully tucking the neatly wrapped package into his cloth bag before resuming his walk.

His thoughts wandered back to Mei, his youngest. She had remained at the hotel for the entire duration of their stay, shutting herself away in that quiet space of hers, unwilling to engage with anything or anyone here. She wasn’t shy, nor was she disinterested—he knew her better than that. But she had always had a tendency to retreat, to stand apart from the world around her. In a way, it reminded him of her late mother—quiet, introspective, with a sharp mind and an even sharper sense of independence. Mei’s solitude wasn’t a concern. She was a reflection of herself, a trait he respected, if only because he understood it so well.

Shigeru was accustomed to solitude himself. It was the nature of his work, the demands of business, the endless deals that had kept him on the move for years. His relationships with his daughters had, over time, become something of an afterthought. Not because he didn’t care, but because there had always been something more pressing, something more important. He had sacrificed time with them in the name of providing, in the name of security. They were strong girls, both of them. They understood what needed to be done.

And Miho… well, Miho had taken on more than a daughter ever should. She had been his anchor when he was adrift, had stepped into the role of head of the house when he was too caught up in his own pursuits to fulfill it himself. It wasn’t that he hadn’t noticed—he had, but Miho’s strength had always been a comfort, a reassurance. She was capable. That had been enough.

Shigeru let the thought linger for a moment, the faintest trace of appreciation crossing his mind. He had no regrets. Not really. He had made the choices that needed to be made, and he had done so with the certainty that they were for their future, for their stability. He had built everything they had on the foundation of those decisions. But he also knew that Miho had borne the brunt of it all. She had done so without question, without complaint. The weight of responsibility had rested on her shoulders, and she had carried it with a grace he hadn’t expected from someone so young.

Still, it was what had to be done. He couldn’t afford to second-guess himself now. There was too much at stake. He had to ensure that they were set up for the future—secure, comfortable. A legacy, something to pass on, something to protect them long after he was gone. He could already feel the passing of time in the quiet aches of his body, the subtle signs of his sickness that couldn’t be ignored any longer. But he wasn’t worried. He had always been a man who made sure everything was in place before it was needed. This time would be no different.

Perhaps Mei would come around, in time. She was a bit like her mother in that regard—slow to show her hand, slow to reveal what she truly thought. But he knew her well enough to understand that she would find her way, just as Miho had. It was only a matter of time.

Shigeru’s pace slowed as he neared the end of the street turning around the corner, deep in his thoughts. He still had a lot to do, and he was running out of time. He needed to make sure everything went well, that everything was perfect, everything—

“Oof!”

A sudden voice rang out—a startled yelp—as Shigeru barely had the time to register the blur of motion heading straight for him. Before he could react, the figure slammed into his chest with surprising force, the impact knocking the breath out of him as he stumbled back a few steps. The other person, however, wasn’t as fortunate. With a loud thud, they landed flat on the ground. Shigeru’s eyes flicked down, taking in the young girl who now sat on the ground, rubbing her forehead and wincing slightly. His gaze lingered on her flushed cheeks and the distinct whisker-like marks framing her face. 

Himawari Uzumaki, he recognized.

Her eyes widened as she scrambled to her feet, brushing off the dust from her clothes in a whirlwind of energy. “I’m so sorry! I wasn’t paying attention—are you okay?” Her words tumbled out in a rush, and before he could respond, she was circling him like a concerned bee. “I didn’t mean to bump into you! I was just in such a hurry, and I wasn’t looking, and—” Shigeru raised a hand, his expression calm but firm, halting her barrage of apologies. "Young lady, you need to calm down."

“Hmm,” she muttered completely ignoring him, she paused briefly in front of him and squinting up at his face. “You don’t look hurt... but what if you’re just hiding it? Grown-ups do that, right? Are you dizzy? How many fingers am I holding up?” She held up two fingers in front of his nose, then waved them slightly for emphasis.

“I assure you, I’m quite intact,” Shigeru replied baffled, his tone steady and his expression unreadable. He resisted the urge to sigh as she continued her inspection, even going so far as to tug at the edge of his sleeve.

“You sure? No broken ribs? No bruises? You look kinda stiff.”

“That’s just how I stand.”

“Oh,” she said, her tone indicating she absolutely did not believe him. “Okay, but if you start feeling weird, just let me know, okay? I can totally take you to the hospital!”

Shigeru pressed his lips into a thin line, unsure whether to be annoyed or amused. “I’m fine,” he repeated. “And quite capable of seeking medical attention should the need arise.” He said evenly, his deep voice cutting through her rapid chatter. “Are you all right?” He asked instead.

“Oh, me? Yeah, totally fine!” Himawari replied, waving off the concern with a bright smile. “This happens all the time—well, not all the time, but sometimes. You know, running into people when I’m in a rush.” She laughed nervously, then tilted her head, looking up at him curiously. “Wait, I don’t think I’ve seen you before. Are you new here? Visiting the village?”

Shigeru considered her question for a moment, his usual guarded demeanor returning. “Something like that,” he replied vaguely, not offering any more detail than necessary.

“Wow, that’s so cool!” she exclaimed, clasping her hands together. “Are you sightseeing? Have you already visited the Hokage Rock? Or the market? Oh, oh! Did you try the taiyaki here? It’s amazing—the best you’ll ever have!”

Before Shigeru could respond, her gaze darted downward, and her face paled. “Oh no! Did I break that?”

Shigeru followed her line of sight to the small wind chime he had been carrying, now lying on the ground in pieces. A sharp pang of irritation flickered across his expression before he quickly composed himself. How come he just now noticed it?

“I’m sorry!” Himawari blurted, her hands flying to her cheeks. “I’ll get you another one! I promise!”

“That’s not necessary,” Shigeru replied, his tone measured. He crouched down, carefully gathering the broken pieces into his hand. “It’s just a wind chime.”

“But—” Himawari started, her voice laden with guilt. She bit her lip, clearly struggling to think of a way to make amends. Suddenly, her eyes lit up. “Okay, if I can’t replace it, then how about this? Let me treat you to some taiyaki! It’s amazing, and it’s the least I can do for breaking your wind chime!”

Shigeru straightened up, shaking his head slightly. “That’s not necessary either.”

“But I insist!” Himawari grinned, her determination shining through. Before he could protest further, she grabbed his wrist and started tugging him toward a nearby food stall. “Come on, you’re gonna love it. My treat!” Shigeru allowed himself to be led, his towering presence and measured pace a stark contrast to Himawari’s bubbly energy. “You don’t have to go out of your way,” he said, his voice steady.

“I want to,” she replied cheerfully, glancing back at him. “Consider it my official apology. Besides, everyone who comes to the village has to try this. It’s practically a rule.”

Shigeru sighed quietly, letting the girl’s infectious enthusiasm take the lead. For now, he decided, it was simpler to go along with her than to argue. And despite himself, he found her spirited personality oddly amusing, even if it was entirely opposite to his own, much like her father. Himawari led Shigeru through the bustling streets, her energy contagious as she filled the air with excitement.

“Konoha’s the best! There’s always something happening here. Have you seen the Hokage Rock? The faces of all the Hokages are carved into the mountain! It’s amazing, and my dad’s face is up there too. He’s the Seventh Hokage, you know?” Shigeru raised an eyebrow, feigning curiosity, as if that was the first time he had heard about it. “A Hokage, huh? That must be a pretty big deal around here.”

“Oh, it totally is!” Himawari’s face lit up with pride. “He’s always working, always thinking about the village. But even when he’s busy, he makes time for me and Mom. It means the world to me. Having a dad who’s Hokage is pretty cool.” Shigeru nodded, his voice casual. “Must be tough with all those responsibilities.”

“Yeah, it’s hard sometimes,” she admitted. “But no matter what, he always shows us he cares. He’s the best Hokage—and the best dad.” Shigeru’s gaze softened slightly. “Sounds like you understand the weight of his position.”

“I do,” Himawari said, nodding eagerly. “It’s not easy, but he handles it so well. Always making tough choices for the village. That’s why he’s such a great leader.” Shigeru paused, then asked, “So, do you ever get to see him in action?”

“Oh, yeah! I’ve been to meetings with him, seen him in his office with all the reports. It’s pretty impressive. But when he’s done, we’ll go out to get dinner or watch the sunset. That’s how he unwinds.” Shigeru offered a small smile, considering her words. “Sounds like a pretty special connection.” “Oh, for sure! He’s always there for me,” Himawari said with a grin.

As they approached the taiyaki shop, Shigeru glanced at Himawari. “You were in quite a rush earlier. Why was that?” Himawari's bright demeanor didn't falter, but there was a slight hesitation in her eyes. “I was meeting up with some friends at our usual spot... for something important.”

Shigeru’s gaze lingered on her, intrigued but calm. “Important, you say? What kind of important?”

Himawari hesitated again, clearly weighing her words carefully. “It’s... something to help my brother. He doesn’t even know about it, but I’m trying to protect him from something that he probably doesn’t even realize is going on.”  Shigeru’s expression remained neutral, though there was a hint of interest in his tone. Protect him from something he doesn’t know about? '"That sounds like quite a responsibility. Does he understand the danger you’re trying to shield him from?”

“No, he doesn’t,” Himawari replied quickly, a hint of protectiveness in her voice. “I’d rather keep it that way. He’s already got enough on his plate.”

Shigeru’s eyes narrowed slightly at that, and he studied her carefully. If it concerned Boruto, he was interested in knowing what was going on, but it wasn't his place to pry into their family business, at least not yet. He decided to shift the subject instead.

“You’re very protective of him. How is he, your brother? What kind of person is he, to inspire such devotion from you?”

Himawari’s face softened at the mention of her brother, and a gentle smile played on her lips. “He’s... complicated. Always gets into trouble, but somehow, he always ends up taking care of me. More often than not, it’s him looking out for me, even more than my dad or mom.” Shigeru’s expression remained composed, but his curiosity deepened. “I see. Sounds like he’s someone who can be relied upon, even if his methods aren’t always conventional.”

Himawari chuckled lightly. “Yeah, that’s one way to put it. But even when things get chaotic, I know he has my back. I guess... I guess that’s why I feel so strongly about protecting him! He’s always there when it matters, even if he doesn’t know it.”

Shigeru nodded slowly, his tone thoughtful. “Family often brings out the strongest emotions in us. Even in the most difficult of situations, they always stand beside us.”He said as they entered the stall, observing as Himawari placed their order before smiling.

"It seems like your brother is a really good guy after all," Shigeru murmured, more to himself than to her. He had already heard enough about Boruto from other sources, but hearing it from his sister directly carried a certain sincerity that struck a chord. It only solidified his already firm confidence in the young man. This encounter, brief though it was, had warmed his heart—he found himself fonder of both siblings with every passing moment.

Himawari returned with two neatly wrapped packages, handing one to Shigeru. “I think you’ll love this flavor,” she said, her voice light as she unwrapped hers. She bit into the warm taiyaki, her face lighting up with delight. “Mmm! It’s so good!” she exclaimed, her enthusiasm so genuine it could have made anyone smile.

Shigeru, however, didn’t unwrap his. He held it in his hands, his gaze distant, not out of disinterest but because he was preoccupied with a thought weighing heavily on his mind. He looked up at the sky, noticing how the sun was fading behind a growing shroud of clouds. The air smelled faintly of rain, and the first drops seemed imminent.

“Tell me,” he began, his tone softer, more reflective now. “If someone you cared about had to make a difficult choice… one they might not want to make, but one they felt was necessary for the good of everyone around them… what do you think they should do?” Himawari paused mid-bite, the question catching her off guard. She lowered her taiyaki, her expression turning thoughtful. For a moment, she seemed far older than her years, the carefree energy replaced by a quiet maturity.

“I don’t think anyone should be forced into something they don’t want,” she said finally, her voice steady. “Even if it helps others, it’s their choice to make. But if it’s someone close to me… I wouldn’t want them to feel like they have to bear it all on their own.”  

Shigeru regarded her silently, the rain beginning to dot his shoulders.  

Himawari continued, her tone quieter now. “I’d tell them it’s okay to think about themselves, too. Tough choices aren’t supposed to mean giving up everything for someone else. There has to be a way to help without losing yourself in the process. That’s what I’d want for them.”   she said confidently, sure of every word.

For a moment, Shigeru didn’t respond. The rain fell steadily now, soft but persistent. He finally gave her a small nod, his tone thoughtful. “That’s a good way to look at it." Was all he said.

Himawari smiled faintly, brushing a raindrop off her sleeve. “I think my brother would say the same thing, honestly. He’d never let anyone carry something like that alone.”  Shigeru’s eyes widened a bit before his lips curved into a subtle smile. “Your brother… he’s lucky to have you. It’s rare to have someone who thinks about these things the way you do.”  

She blinked at him, a little surprised by the comment but grateful nonetheless. “Thank you. That means a lot!”  

As the rain picked up, she adjusted the taiyaki in her hands and glanced upward. “It’s really starting to come down. I should probably get going before it gets too heavy.”  Shigeru’s gaze lingered on her for a moment. Then, with a faint smile, he said, “Himawari, take care of him, won’t you? The choices ahead… well, let’s just say, they’ll shape a lot more than he might realize.”  

There was something in his tone—something careful, deliberate, and layered with meaning. Himawari tilted her head slightly, puzzled by his words, but before she could respond, Shigeru gave a small bow of farewell and turned away, his figure fading into the rain.

 

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Sarada stared at the open door of her house. The rain poured down in relentless sheets, turning everything outside into a gray, blurry mess. The weather wasn’t cold, but the humidity clung to her like a bad decision, making her already sour mood even worse.

“She’s not here yet?” Shikadai’s voice broke through her fuming silence as he stepped into the room, looking as calm as ever despite the throbbing bruise on his cheek. Sarada didn’t bother answering. Her expression alone screamed “no.” Shikadai sighed. “Man, how do all the Uzumaki kids manage to drive you up the wall like this? It’s almost impressive.” He pressed the ice pack closer to his red, swollen cheek and winced. “By the way, got any more ice? I think my left side’s officially retired.”“

Sarada glanced at him briefly, then at his cheek, and rolled her eyes. “You’re being dramatic,” she muttered, walking to the kitchen.

Shikadai raised a brow. “Dramatic?” Shikadai followed her, limping a little for good measure. "You punched me, Sarada. And not just a little tap—no, you hit me so hard I almost took up permanent residence in your neighbor’s yard. That’s not normal behavior.”

“I already said I was sorry!” Sarada called over her shoulder, yanking open the freezer. She grabbed another ice bag, looked back at his face then grabbed 2 more and tossed them toward him with enough force that he barely caught it. “I was aiming for the door. You’re the one who decided to stand right behind it like an idiot. And it's not like I broke any bones.”

Shikadai raised an eyebrow at that, pressing the ice bag to his cheek. “Says the person who could probably bench-press a building. Your punches aren’t normal, Sarada. My ancestors felt that hit.” He said glancing toward the living room, where the rest of the gang—Chocho, Mitsuki, Inojin, and Iwabe—was pretending to behave. Pretending. In reality, Inojin and Iwabe were doubled over in silent laughter, trying not to make it obvious.

“Oh, for crying out loud.” Shikadai rolled his eyes and slouched back. “If I hear one more snicker, somebody is going through that door next.”

Sarada shot him a withering look but said nothing. She didn’t need to—her face alone screamed ‘I’m surrounded by idiots.’ Shikadai slumped into a chair, still holding the ice bag like a lifeline. How did he manage to ruin his day this much? Earlier, Himawari had flat-out refused to let him tag along, calling him a “creepy babysitter with no life.” That stung. Did he deserve it? Probably. But still. He sighed, muttering, “Should’ve stayed in bed.”

Sarada finally exhaled, a long, suffering sigh. “Mom had to run some ‘important errands,’” she said, making air quotes so big they could’ve been seen from space. “I know exactly where she went, but whatever.” She’d smiled sweetly as her mother left, then immediately punched the door after it closed.  Shikadai had been lurking on the second-floor railing, waiting for Sakura to leave, when Sarada’s fist came flying through the door like a demolition crew. He hadn’t even had time to scream before the impact sent him flying backward.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang, and both of them froze. Sarada sighed loudly, already annoyed. “If that’s Himawari, I’m going to give her a piece of my mind for being this late.” “Yeah, please don’t actually punch her,” Shikadai muttered, holding up his ice bag. “Not all of us can tank hits like her.”

Sarada ignored him and stomped toward the door, swinging it open to reveal—not Himawari, but Kawaki, looking as grouchy as ever, with his hands stuffed in his pockets. His hair was dripping wet, and he looked less like a guy who had been caught in the rain and more like a cat forced into a bath.

“You,” Sarada growled, narrowing her eyes. “What are you doing here? Didn’t you have ‘other work’ to do?” she said referring to him getting his waitor outfit from the rental shop. He was the only one who had waited till the very last moment for it, probably asking the heavens to get him out of it.

Kawaki shrugged, unfazed by her glare. “I wrapped it up early. Figured I’d check on the little princess to make sure she didn’t get herself into trouble.”

Shikadai, still nursing his cheek, snorted. “Too late for that. Sarada’s already broken my face. You’re next, buddy.” Kawaki smirked, stepping inside as Sarada groaned and slammed the door shut behind him. “I meant Himawari but let me guess,” Kawaki said, glancing at Shikadai’s ice bag. “She got mad and you just happened to be in her line of fire?”

“Wow, look at you, Sherlock Holmes,” Shikadai replied dryly. “You cracked the case.”

“Shut up,” Sarada grumbled, storming back into the kitchen.

Kawaki followed, casually leaning against the counter as she yanked open the freezer to grab yet another ice bag. “So, where’s Himawari?” He asked casually following the duo to the living room where everyone else was sitting, hot chocolate in their hands and probably not a care in the world. What was this, a tea party?

“How should I know?” Sarada replied but did look a bit concerned although she didn't show it. “She’s the one who wanted to meet here in the first place.” Chocho added from the other side of the table. “Typical,” Kawaki muttered. “She probably got distracted by a butterfly or something.”

Inojin chuckled from the corner. “Or maybe she’s out there plotting her revenge for all the times Kawaki hovers over her like a mama hen.”

Kawaki shot him a glare. “I don’t hover.”

“You absolutely hover,” Inojin countered, grinning. “It’s almost impressive how much you hover. I mean, you’re practically her shadow,” he said. “Yeah, well, maybe if she didn’t have a habit of running headfirst into danger, I wouldn’t have to keep an eye on her,” Kawaki retorted.

“Or maybe,” Sarada cut in, “you should give her some space and stop acting like a parent. You’re not that old, you know.”

“Tell that to my back,” Kawaki muttered under his breath, rubbing his neck.

Before the argument could escalate further, the doorbell rang again. This time, Sarada practically sprinted to the door, throwing it open to reveal a very apologetic-looking Himawari. “Sorry I’m late!” Himawari exclaimed, her hair a tangled mess from the rain. “I got caught up—”

“Save it,” Sarada interrupted, stepping aside to let her in. “You’ve got some explaining to do.”

Himawari blinked at Shikadai’s bruised face and the tense atmosphere, then gave a sheepish smile. “Uh... did I miss something?”

“Just the usual,” Shikadai said with a sigh. Himawari giggled nervously as Kawaki muttered, “This is why I don’t leave her alone.” Sarada pinched the bridge of her nose. “Okay, enough. Let’s just get this over with before someone else ends up in the emergency room.” Everyone nodded, the tone shifting as the gravity of the situation started to settle in. 

“Agreed,” both Shikadai and Kawaki said in unison, their eyes meeting for a brief, silent acknowledgment. 

Himawari, having finally caught her breath, quickly explained her tardiness, but left out the unnecessary details. Sarada didn’t press her, knowing it was something she’d have to get used to. Just then, the room seemed to hold its breath as the atmosphere changed, the focus sharpening.

Shikadai cleared his throat, his voice suddenly more serious. “Are we ready?” he asked, looking at everyone in turn. “This is our one and only chance. Everything’s been set in motion.” The others, sensing the change in tone, quieted down. This wasn’t a simple mission—it was do or die. Or more like, do or your friend is dead.

“I’ve got the address from Denki,” Chocho chimed in, eyes focused. “Sumire and the others will meet us there directly.” 

Mitsuki nodded calmly. “One of my snakes has been keeping an eye on Hinata-san. She’s at the Uzumaki residence, getting ready to head out.”

Sarada raised an eyebrow. “Who else is there?”

Mitsuki closed his eyes for a brief moment, his focus extending beyond the room. “Ino-san, Hanabi-san, and a few others… I don’t recognize them. They seem like... friends.” Shikadai frowned. “What about the Hokage?” Iwabe cut in before Shikadai could finish. “Shouldn’t he be with them? Why isn’t he?”

Mitsuki paused again, his expression unchanged. “He wasn’t with them. One of my snakes spotted him sneaking into the Hokage office last night.” A heavy silence fell over the group. Sarada couldn’t quite place the weight of it all, but something didn’t feel right. Why would the Hokage sneak around like that? They didn’t have time to dwell on it, though.

“How many snakes did you send, Mitsuki?” Sarada asked, though a part of her already dreaded the answer. Mitsuki smiled, his usual calm demeanor undisturbed. “Fifteen, but Hinata-san discovered seven of them.”

The room went dead silent. 

“WHAT?!” everyone exclaimed, their voices a mix of disbelief and panic. Shikadai pinched the bridge of his nose, clearly exasperated. “Why didn’t you tell us earlier? Wouldn’t she be suspicious of us now?” Chocho jumped to her feet, her eyes wide with shock. “No way! Have we been found out?” The group erupted into a flurry of noise—each person voicing their concerns, assuming the worst. Mitsuki just sat there, unbothered, his calm demeanor only adding to the rising tension.

“She caught them,” he explained, his voice carrying over the noise, “but she released each one. No harm done.”

The room fell into stunned silence again. 

Sarada blinked, trying to process what Mitsuki had just said. Why would Aunt Hinata let them go? She didn’t know what to make of it. Something was off, but there was no time to dwell on it. They had bigger things to focus on. Shikadai broke the silence first, his voice cutting through the quiet. “Alright, we can’t afford to let our guard down. This is still risky, and we need to stay focused.”

Kawaki nodded, his usual aloofness replaced with something more intense. “Let’s get this done.” Himawari, who had been quiet up until now, spoke up with surprising confidence. “So, what’s next?”

Sarada took a deep breath, forcing herself to focus. “Now, we stick to the plan. We meet up with Sumire and the others, and we make sure everything goes according to schedule. No more surprises. We can’t afford to mess this up.” With that, everyone gathered their things, ready to leave. The mood was a little lighter now, but the seriousness was still there. They all knew this wasn’t going to be easy, but they were in it together.

As the group filed out of the house, the rain continued to pour outside, but no one paid it much attention. The tension still hung in the air, but there was a sense of purpose now—a shared determination to see this through.

“We’ll be fine,” Sarada said under her breath, more to herself than anyone else. With that, they walked into the rain, ready to face whatever came next.

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The Great Hall of the sprawling hotel was nothing short of breathtaking. The high ceilings, adorned with intricate golden chandeliers, shimmered as the soft glow of candlelight flickered across the vast, polished wooden dinner table that stretched the length of the room. The table, set for an extravagant dinner, was lined with crystal glasses and fine china. The heavy velvet curtains hung beside the towering windows, framing the gloomy weather outside, where the rain continued its unrelenting downpour. But inside, the atmosphere was warm, comfortable—a world apart from the storm outside.

Shikamaru leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, his usual laid-back demeanor somehow amplified in the opulent setting. He looked across the table at Naruto, whose face was now a portrait of disbelief.

“Boruto sent a hawk to Shikadai?!” Naruto asked, his voice barely above a whisper-yell, his eyes wide in shock.

Shikamaru sighed and rubbed his temples. “Yeah, that’s what I said. He sent a hawk. Apparently, this one has a direct line to Shikadai. Talk about ‘family communications,’ huh?” He said. "And now he'll be back in the village at any minute."

Naruto’s jaw dropped lower, and he leaned forward, his hands resting on the table for support. “What’s next? Are they going to start sending smoke signals too?” he muttered, his voice tinged with a mix of annoyance and disbelief.

“You know the kids, they always find a way to complicate things,” Shikamaru smirked, the corner of his mouth twitching in amusement at Naruto’s reaction.

Naruto groaned, running his hand through his hair. “Of course... the day I need things to go smoothly, my son decides to make an early visit. This is... cursed luck.” He dropped his head onto the table with a heavy thud, his voice muffled. "I'm so done."

In any other situation, Shikamaru would have laughed it all out but he felt pity for his friend and decided not to send an offhanded comment his way. "You'll be fine, we will settle things before he gets here. Probably" he added casually.

Just then, the grand doors to the Great Hall opened, and in walked Hinata, followed closely by Ino, Hanabi, and Sakura. The four women entered like a whirlwind of grace and elegance, their presence filling the room as they made their way toward the table. Naruto’s eyes softened at the sight of Hinata. She flashed him a gentle smile, but there was something in her gaze—a subtle, almost imperceptible glint—that sent a shiver down his spine. It wasn’t threatening; it was straight up lethal.

“Honey, we made it,” Hinata said softly as she took her seat beside him. Squeezing his hand, a little too tight , Naruto noticed but didn't dare to say anything.

Sakura smiled and leaned in, her voice teasing. “Congratulations, Naruto. You’re about to be the father-in-law!” She chuckled brimming with excitement and the other followed after. "Never thought yours would be the first one, but then again he takes after Hinata, he was bound to get more women than you." Ino said as Naruto shot her a glare. One of these days he would surely ban the Yamanaka from the village. He thought as his eyes drifted further beyond at Sai who was silently standing at the corner. just as their eyes met, he sent him a thumbs-up, smirking. Naruto could imagine himself walking their and kicking the bastard out of the wall.

"Kids grow up so fast, just yesterday we were all getting engaged and now look at us." Karui chuckled as the conversation continued. Naruto smiled reminiscing the past, his heart filling with warmth at the mention of their kids' childhood. He and Boruto had a special bond back when he was little, things did get bad in between but after the Otsutsuki fiasco their relationship had mended.

But he knew there was always something distant between them, with him still not being able to give as much time to his famiy. The more his son grew , the more this distance increased. They now shared a relationship of mutual respect but he knew he was never Boruto's first person for anything. If anyone, it would be Sasuke, and Naruto want complaining. He was gateful for his best friend taking in his son as a disciple and showing him the right path.

Naruto was anything but proud of his children. He was proud of his Boruto, he loved him to the damn universe and back and the last thing he would want is too see his son sacrificing even a single nail of his body, for any reason, if that was selfish and so be it. Which is why he couldn't bring himself to face Boruto before everything is fixed up. He would hate himself if he put Boruto in a complex situation, giving decisions to choose. Even if that costed him Shigeru's friendship he didn't care, he would come up with something different, and handle all the loses.

“Oi, Naruto!” Ino’s voice snapped him back to the present. “What are you zoning out for?”

Hinata’s hand squeezed his once again, this time more gently. She looked at him with those same concerned eyes, though she kept her silence. Naruto returned the look, offering a reassuring smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. She didn’t push it. She never did.

"Sorry," he muttered, clearing his throat. "I was just thinking... Anyway, everyone, there’s something I need to say." His voice shifted, becoming more serious. The room seemed to hold its breath as he rose from his seat. “I can't keep pretending anymore, and honestly, I don’t need to.” He could feel all eyes on him now, the weight of their attention pressing down on him.

A quiet murmur passed through the group. Shikadai raised an eyebrow, his expression wary. He exchanged a quick glance with Naruto, who nodded, giving him a silent signal that now was the time.

“What is it?” Sakura asked, her voice cool and casual, though her eyes betrayed her curiosity. She swirled her wine in its glass, her attention fully on him. Hinata inhaled sharply, her expression unreadable as Naruto stood. There was an air of finality in his movements, a quiet storm brewing beneath the surface. “It’s about this.. proposal ordeal.” He said.

"I'm calling it off-"

“There you are!”

Naruto’s head snapped toward the source of the voice. Shigeru strode into the hall, his presence commanding, followed by his entourage. And there, standing beside him, was a beautiful girl. She looked young, probably about Boruto’s age, her eyes a bit wide with curiosity as she scanned the room.

The room seemed to freeze as Shigeru’s voice rang out. “I hope we’re not late.”

Naruto’s stomach clenched. The moment had arrived. And it was more complicated than he could have ever imagined.

Chapter 7: Note

I have noticed that the new chapter I published is not showing up on the AO3 updates? Can you guys see this one? If yes then please let me know.

Chapter 8: Chaos, Served Fresh

"We're here."

Miho’s gaze shifted to the blond beside her, then drifted ahead. The gates of the Hidden Leaf loomed just beyond the tree line, gilded by the amber wash of sunset. The light made the village seem softer, almost dreamlike… but her heartbeat was a whole other story. Sharp. Fast.

Maybe the blonde still hasn’t realized how close they were. Being seen like this would be hazardous. As if things weren't messed up enough already.

Still cradled in his arms, Miho instinctively tensed.

The boy stopped, eyes scanning the horizon briefly. Without a word, he lowered her to the ground. The motion was smooth—effortless, really—but deliberate. Miho dusted herself off quickly, pretending she hadn’t been mildly flustered the entire time. "Thanks," she muttered, not quite looking at him.

Boruto smiled but didn’t respond. Just kept walking, and she followed as they stepped out of the shadows of the trees and into the wide-open path leading to the village entrance.

Suddenly, two shinobi guards moved. Fast. Professional. Spears crossed in front of them within seconds.

“Halt. Identify yourselves. This entrance is restricted.”

The blond boy didn’t blink. His pace didn’t slow.

Instead, he tilted his head slightly, gaze calm and unreadable. There was no aggression in his posture—only stillness, and the kind of silence that pressed against the air like a held breath.

The guards looked at him.

And froze.

One tense heartbeat passed. Then another.

“…You’re cleared,” one of them said quickly, stepping aside without another word.

The other followed suit, dipping his head slightly. “Proceed.”

Miho’s eyes widened. “Wait, what?”

Neither guard offered her a response. They just stood there, oddly stiff, their attention lingering on the boy’s back as he walked by—like whatever just happened hadn’t been protocol, but instinct.

She jogged to catch up. “Okay, hold up. What just happened? Why’d they move like that?”

“No idea,” he said with the same casual tone.

“They looked ready to knock us out a second ago. Then they saw you and went full hospitality mode.”

“Maybe they’re polite.”

She stared at him. “You famous or something?”

He smirked faintly, not breaking stride. “Depends on the village.”

Then, suddenly, he stopped.

“Cat,” he said, the single word dropping from his mouth like a command code.

A rustle above. A blur of black. In the next breath, a masked ANBU landed silently in front of them—black ops armor, painted cat face, completely still.

Miho took an unconscious step back. And then few more.

The boy, however, stood firm.

“Status report,” he said, his voice low, clipped, and sharp—almost like someone entirely different had taken over his tone.

The ANBU answered instantly, filtered voice cool and precise. “Village sectors stable. Hokage security at routine level. Current active node: Kaminari Hotel. Private booking. High-clearance dinner event underway.”

Boruto’s jaw twitched. His eyes narrowed just slightly.

“Designation?”

“Formal gathering. Guest list restricted. External tag code: celebratory.”

He sucked in a sharp breath. “Type?”

The ANBU paused a beat. “Engagement acknowledgment.”

There was silence.

Boruto’s lips curled, humorless. “Of course it is,” he muttered. “Wouldn’t want to miss a party I wasn’t invited to.”

The ANBU shifted slightly. “Would you like me to inform command of your arrival?”

“Negative,” Boruto replied tightly. “Comm silence. Let them enjoy the surprise.”

A shallow nod followed. The ANBU’s tone shifted, barely noticeable, but it was there.

“…Congratulations, by the way.”

Boruto’s voice dipped. Cold. Flat. “Spare me.”

The masked figure didn’t argue. “Understood.”

Then the cat’s gaze slid past him, landing on the girl standing several steps back.

“Companion’s ID?”

“Off-record,” Boruto said.

“No classification?”

“Temporary escort.”

The ANBU gave a final nod, then vanished with a flicker of motion—silent, clean, gone.

Miho frowned as the boy returned to her side. “What was all that?”

“Security check,” he replied, voice smooth again.

“You always get secret masked assassins showing up when you say an animal name?”

“Only when I say please.”

She stared. “You’re seriously messed up.”

He smiled slightly. “You have no idea.”

 

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The back alley behind the Kaminari Hotel wasn’t glamorous. There were puddles, the occasional drifting leaf, and that weird smell that all fancy places seemed to hide behind potpourri inside. A flickering light above the staff entrance buzzed quietly, casting uneven shadows over a soaked cluster of shinobi teens crouched beside the trash bins.

“I still can’t believe we’re doing this,” Kawaki muttered, pulling at the stiff collar of his borrowed waiter uniform like it personally offended him. “I’m dressed like a butler from a crime novel.”

“You look fine,” Sumire whispered, tying her hair up into a neat bun. “Just don’t scowl at the guests like you’re planning to assassinate them.”

“I’m not scowling. This is my face.”

Chocho smoothed her skirt and popped a macaron into her mouth like a true professional. “Focus, people. The sooner this goes well, the sooner we get to go home.”

Denki peeked around the corner from the small portable console he’d been fiddling with. “I’ve looped the security cameras at the east wing entrance. We’ve got a ninety-second window.” Inojin exhaled, adjusting his hairnet. “That’s... a lot less time than I’d like.”

“Yeah, well,” Denki shrugged. “Breaking into your own family’s hotel isn't technically legal.” he retorted.

"Begin!" Shikadai whisper-yelled.

From the shadows, Iwabe and Metal Lee broke into a fast-paced walk, heading straight toward the front gate. “Distraction squad heading in,” Iwabe muttered into the comm device hidden in his collar.

“Metal,” he hissed, “look clueless. Clueless, not constipated.”

“I’m trying!” Metal whispered back, his whole face tensed. “I don’t know how to look clueless on purpose!” 

The moment they neared the security, Iwabe was already mid-rant to the guards, waving around a sheet of fake building plans Denki had printed on thin paper. “Sir, I’m telling you, this structure is unstable! The rain’s seeping into the sub-foundation—see this line? That’s a load-bearing drainpipe!”

One of the guards blinked. “That’s… a map of the Academy cafeteria.”

Iwabe didn’t miss a beat. “Exactly. And what connects the Academy to the hotel? Children. And who’s inside the hotel right now? Elders. And children. That’s a code red, if you ask me.” There was a deafening silence for a moment before one of them managed to ask.

“You work here?”

Iwabe scoffed. “I’m with Leaf Systems Protocol. We’re like—uh—digital janitors. Besides if things go south, I’m not the one dealing with an angry Hokage.”

The guards were thoroughly confused—right where they needed to be.

“Now!”

Shikadai whispered again, and the infiltration squad slipped in through the side door like pros. Inside, the back corridor buzzed with movement. Real staff moved trays and linen carts like clockwork, too busy to notice a few new faces joining the rhythm. Chocho adjusted her posture. Kawaki adjusted his collar in silence. His expression said nothing, but the rage in his eyes said everything. The white gloves. The damn bowtie. The black vest. The slicked-back hair Sumire had insisted on fixing for him on the way here.

“This is so stupid,” he muttered under his breath.

“Straighten your back,” Sumire whispered behind him. “You’re supposed to look elegant.”

“I’m not a spoon.”

“You’re a server,” she corrected. “Be a professional spoon.”

Inojin, adjusting his bow tie, looked way too into it. “I feel like a spy,” he whispered, sneaking past a passing bellboy like he was on a covert mission. “You think anyone suspects we’re children?”

“You’re literally holding the menu upside down!” Chocho said, yanking it from his hand.

The infiltration was, against all odds, going smoothly.

For now.

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Outside the Hotel gates, Sarada peeked from behind the thick pillar, arms crossed, lips pressed into a thin line. The dim hallway light flickered overhead, matching the storm of second-hand embarrassment churning in her chest.

She wasn’t even in the hotel yet and she could feel her soul leaving her body. She exhaled sharply through her nose, cheeks puffed, like that would calm the panic bubbling inside.

“This is absolutely the dumbest thing I’ve ever agreed to,” she whispered as her stomach twisted uncontrollably.

“Dinner party sabotage?,” she muttered. “As if I don’t already have enough secondhand trauma from Dad being gone for years.”

Behind her, Himawari leaned casually against a tree, arms folded, a cheerful little smile playing on her lips. She had no right to be that calm.

“Still panicking?” Himawari asked sweetly.

Sarada whipped around. “This is your fault.”

Himawari blinked, tilting her head. “Mine?”

“Yes, you. You planned all this! I was dragged in. I’m just the tragic supporting actress.”

Himawari giggled softly, but didn’t deny it. “Hey, it’s not that bad. All you have to do is walk in, look stunning, and pretend my brother’s in love with you.”

'Easier said than done! '

Sarada pressed the heel of her hand to her forehead. “I’m going to faint. Literally faint. Right in front of Lord Seventh. Do you understand the layers of humiliation?”

Himawari’s expression shifted — the amusement still there, but quieter. More... calculating. “Sarada... we have to do this. If Dad says one word about that proposal in front of the villain uncle, it’s over. The engagement becomes official. This is the only way to make him back out.”

A short silence followed as the two shared a look. Then Sarada muttered, “I hate how convincing that sounded.”

“Thanks.” Himawari smiled, stepping forward. “Now, time to transform.”

She pressed her fingers together in the classic seal, her chakra flaring subtly.

And in a puff of white smoke, Boruto stood in front of her.

Sarada flinched.

It was seamless. The slouch in the posture. The cocky squint. The way he tilted his head like he was about to say something reckless.

Her brain short-circuited for a second.

Not because of feelings — ew, no, not that — but because she was now expected to kiss that. In public. In front of the Hokage. And her mother. And possibly a dozen jōnin.

“Oh my god,” she muttered, squeezing her eyes shut. “I’m actually doing this. I’m actually going to publicly commit social suicide.”

Fake-Boruto smirked. “You okay there, Sarada?”

“Shut up. Don’t speak in his voice.”

“But it makes the illusion stronger.”

“Ugh.” Sarada turned away, face already heating up. She was not blushing. It was just... hallway lighting. And stress. Definitely not the stupid smug look on Himawari’s fake face.

“You’re really not gonna back out, right? I'll be heading in first.” Himawari asked — now in her real voice, but still in Boruto’s body.

Sarada clenched her fists, took a breath, and said through gritted teeth, “If I’m going to lose every ounce of dignity I have, I may as well do it for a good reason.”

Himawari — still as Boruto — nodded.

Sarada gave her one last look, as if still hoping this was all a prank.

Nope.

“Let’s just get this over with,” she muttered.

“Let’s ruin a dinner party,” Himawari grinned.

 

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Inside the Kaminari Hotel’s Great Hall gleamed like that of a polished jewelry box, each corner lit just enough to feel grand but not theatrical. There was a kind of hush to the place — the sort that made conversations hum at just the right volume, and silverware clinks feel intentional, part of the ambiance. Waiters moved fluidly in and out, pouring jasmine tea with practiced grace and balancing dessert trays like seasoned professionals.

And then there was them.

A second wave of servers slipped in through the side corridor — a little too stiff, a little too synchronized, as if they'd rehearsed their entry five too many times in the hallway.

Denki walked in first, dressed in the crisp uniform of a Kaminari staff member, his expression calm, focused… and just the tiniest bit terrified. He was doing mental math that had nothing to do with dinner bills — more like calculating exactly how long he had before this all exploded in his face.

Right behind him was Chocho, who looked borderline offended that the staff cap flattened her hair. She yanked it down low on her head, grumbling, “This is sabotage. I am a vision of shinobi femininity. This hat makes me look like I manage an onigiri stall.”

“Just walk like a professional,” Denki whispered.

“I am walking like Beyoncé,” Chocho hissed back.

Inojin strolled in next, balancing a tray of champagne glasses with such unnecessary swagger he looked like he was auditioning for a beverage commercial. “If I drop this, I want it on record that this uniform is not breathable,” he muttered under his breath.

Kawaki followed silently, looking like he had already died inside. His jaw was clenched, his sleeves too tight, and the bowtie choking the very will to live out of him.

“You okay?” Sumire asked gently as they passed through the back of the hall, eyeing their targets — namely, the Hokage and the guest-of-honor duo at the center.

“I’m dressed like a penguin and about to fake-serve juice to a multi-millionaire and my... sort-of-dad,” Kawaki muttered. “So yeah, I’m peachy.”

They reached their zones. Denki gave a subtle signal — a twitch of his finger — and the formation broke like clockwork. They spread out across the room, merging with the rest of the servers.

The adults hadn’t noticed yet.

For a few seconds, it actually worked.

Naruto, still seated near the head of the table, looked moments away from bringing up the very thing they were all there to stop.

“Shigeru,” he began, trying to keep his voice pleasant despite the nervous crack forming at the edge. “There’s something about this engagement that I think we should—”

Suddenly, Inojin swooped down beside him with a tray of what looked like chocolate souffle. “Sir, would you care for some — it’s our chef’s special ‘Shut‑Up‑and‑Chew’ dessert,” he said brightly.

Naruto blinked. “Sorry, what?”

“It’s French,” Inojin nodded, already pushing the plate toward his mouth.

Shigeru, meanwhile, chuckled and gestured at Mei, the quiet, composed girl beside him. “She’s been looking forward to meeting the family,” he said graciously, his tone polite and perfectly unbothered. “She even wore her mother’s earrings.”

Ino leaned over to Hinata, whispering, “That’s sweet… she's beautiful isn't she?”

Hinata smiled faintly, but her grip on her tea was tight.

And then it happened again.

Naruto took a breath to speak, but before he could finish “about the weddi—”, Chocho — now disguised as a tea server — elegantly dropped a fresh cup right in front of him. The liquid sloshed and spilled just slightly, drawing gasps from the nearby table.

“Oh no!” she said, eyes wide with theatrical horror. “I’m so clumsy! My apologies, Lord Seventh, let me get that—”

She launched into action, using the napkin like a stage prop as she dabbed at his sleeve with an enthusiasm that screamed overkill.

“Cho—” Naruto began, his eyes narrowing.

“I said I’m so sorry!!” she cut in, louder this time.

Sakura sat a few seats down from Naruto, the stem of her wine glass delicately pinched between her fingers. She wasn’t drinking so much as observing, and her brow furrowed slightly as her eyes locked on the said server.

The gait. The attitude. The dramatics.

Sakura tilted her head. “Is that…?”

Karui, seated beside her, leaned in with a frown just beginning to form. “That’s Chocho,” she muttered, blinking slowly. Her eyes darted across the room as realization spread like wildfire. Her voice dropped, but the annoyance in it spiked. “What the hell is going on?”

Before Sakura could respond, Ino leaned around her plate and stared in stunned disbelief across the room, mouth parted. “Wait. Look — there’s Inojin…”

Karui’s eyes followed her line of sight and then snapped to another familiar face. “And Sumire—is that a decanter? She’s pouring wine..?”

Temari leaned to her side and muttered, voice dry as desert sand and twice as cutting, “Even if Shikadai isn’t here, I know for a fact that brat is involved too.”

Sakura squinted again.

And then it hit them.

“Kawaki,” Ino hissed, ducking slightly as if saying the name too loud would trigger something. Her tone was somewhere between scandalized and baffled. “That’s Kawaki. He’s dressed like a — waiter?!”

The table fell into a brief, stunned silence as the three women exchanged looks that were loud enough without words.

From a few other places around the banquet, soft murmurs were beginning to rise.

“…wait, isn’t that Lord Sai’s kid?”

“…how did these kids even get in?”

“I thought this whole dinner was private — weren’t we not supposed to mention it to anyone?”

“…that’s definitely the Hokage’s other ward.”

Ino leaned back slightly, pressing a hand to her forehead. “Okay, we should probably—”

“Do something?” Karui cut in, her jaw clenched as she watched Chocho nearly knock over Naruto’s water glass while dabbing at his sleeve. “Yeah. Like remove them before they set fire to the—”

“No,” Sakura said simply, swirling the wine in her glass as if she were reviewing a documentary instead of watching her daughter’s best friends hijack a diplomatic dinner.

Both women turned to her.

Sakura didn’t look at them. She took a slow sip, calm and composed, her eyes still following Inojin as he grinned wide while shoving dessert into Naruto’s face.

“Let’s see,” she said smoothly, setting the glass down with a gentle clink, “how long it takes for Naruto to lose his mind.”

And like a match to dry kindling, the spark of amusement began spreading between the adults. Shock faded into second-hand embarrassment… and then into that dangerous territory where no one steps in because the entertainment is just too damn rich to ruin.

Just then, Iwabe’s voice burst from the service entrance.

“HEY! HEY HEY HEY — WHOA! Is that free food?!”

There was a collective shift from the adults. The manager came running to the main hall, followed by the guards whom Denki immediately recognized as the ones guarding the door outside.

“Not again,” the manager mumbled. "I thought you said you kicked those two out?" He sneered at the guards who just looked at each other in confusion.

Iwabe barreled in holding a decorative fruit bowl like it was a golden skull. “Yo, Denki! I found these near the kitchen! Are these dragonfruits for the guests or...?”

“Sir—” one guard tried to step in, but Iwabe grinned. “Relax, I’m with entertainment!”

“You’re not—”

Iwabe burped the word out: “Nah. Staff said it’s part of the ‘immersive banquet experience.’ I’m just making it immersive-er!”

Metal Lee flipped in behind him, snatching a bread roll mid-air. “The youth of hospitality burns brightly tonight!”

Naruto buried his face in his hands.

Chocho offered a faux-curtsy, balancing another tray of glasses. “More mystery rolls, Lord Uzumaki?” she said, voice silky fake.

Naruto peered over his fingers. “Mystery?”

Chocho bobbed her head. “Yep. One comes with a surprise ingredient.” 

Hinata remained seated an quietly stared at the unfolding chaos. Her eyes were wide in shock but her expressions remained calm.

Shigeru glanced at her with a small, polite smile. “Is everything all right?”

“Just... immersive,” Hinata said, voice tight.

Back at the service corridor, Denki peeked out again. “Phase one is pure fire,” he whispered to Kawaki, who was next to carry glasses near the head table.

Kawaki scowled. “How many more phases are there?”

Denki smirked. “Just a few more courses. Now go do your part, serve them properly.”

Kawaki groaned but agreed, besides, he had other plans. Slowly pacing toward Shigeru’s end of the long, polished table like a slow-building storm. He didn’t even bother hiding his glare. One hand was balancing the tray of glasses like a professional; the other hovered dangerously close to his side, flexing slightly. His gaze locked on Shigeru like the man owed him something personal.

“Just one little shove,” Kawaki thought, narrowing his eyes as he reached the head of the table. “Right over the back of the chair, send him flying. Five seconds, tops. Problem solved.”

He paused at Shigeru’s side, stiffly lowering the tray with a little too much clink on the porcelain.

Shigeru, ever so cordial, offered a polite nod without glancing up, clearly enjoying whatever was going on. “Thank you, young man.”

Kawaki didn’t move.

His fingers twitched toward Shigeru’s collar.

But before they could so much as brush the fabric, a slender hand intercepted him — firm, sharp. The grip had zero hesitation.

“Is this how the Leaf treats their guests?” came a dry, unimpressed voice from the girl seated beside Shigeru.

Kawaki blinked. Slowly, reluctantly, he turned.

The fiance.

She still hadn’t looked up from her plate. Her tone was mild, even lazy, but there was no mistaking the edge underneath.

Kawaki snorted. “Didn’t realize table decorations could talk.”

That made Mei lift her gaze. Finally. Her eyes were cool, flat, and unimpressed. “Didn’t realize the waitstaff here were trained in brooding and attempted homicide. Besides, the name's Mei.”

They stared at each other for a beat too long. Shikadai, listening in from their hidden microphones from across the building, discreetly moved his hands to massage his temples. This Idiot!.

Kawaki leaned in just enough to let the sarcasm bite. “I don't give a shit about your name." He continued. "This your big plan? Marry the Hokage’s son, play nice at dinner?”

Mei blinked, the faintest twitch of a smile ghosting across her lips. “Well, I would aim higher, but I don’t even think the Hokage’s actual son has enough brain cells to hold a proper conversation. Let alone the adopted one.”

That hit a nerve. Kawaki straightened, his jaw tightening. His tray clinked as his grip on it shifted dangerously.

“You—!” he began—

—but then the doors at the far end of the hall creaked open.

A hotel staff member in an immaculate black suit appeared at the side entrance like a summoned ghost. No chakra pulse. No dramatic entrance. Just eerie, efficient calm — which only made him stand out more amidst the dinner table chaos. He moved with deliberate grace to the head of the table, where Naruto was currently fending off Inojin’s third attempt to shove dessert into his mouth.

The server bent down and murmured something directly into the Hokage’s ear.

Naruto blinked. “...He’s what?”

The man offered the kind of polite bow reserved for absolute bombs, then stepped back and projected in the clearest, most professional voice:

“Lord Boruto Uzumaki has arrived.”

The room imploded into silence.

Every fork froze. Every mouth halted mid-bite. Every head turned in perfect sync toward Naruto like the entire crowd had become one horrified organism.

Naruto’s entire soul left his body for two seconds.

His mouth opened. Then shut. Then opened again, this time paired with an audible wheeze as reality crashed into him.

oh fuck.

Beside him, Hinata remained statuesque. Unmoving. A porcelain goddess of maternal serenity.

She set down her teacup with a soft clink, eyes on the hallway.

Sumire leaned toward Inojin, voice low. “She’s not even blinking.”

“She probably foresaw this during morning tea,” Inojin muttered.

Across the room, Shikamaru was already halfway into a migraine. “Why does this stuff always happen on my day off?”

Sai, arms folded, raised an eyebrow. “This is oddly entertaining. Should I be taking notes?”

Back at the table, Shigeru straightened like a man being handed the final act of a perfect performance. His eyes sparkled.

“Well,” he said, smoothing down his suit with glee. “Finally.”

Beside him, Mei looked toward the door, brows just slightly furrowed. Calculating. Observing. Not quite smiling. Definitely intrigued.

And then…

Footsteps.

Slow. Measured. Cocky.

The air tensed as “Boruto Uzumaki” strolled into view — a swagger in his step, hands shoved in pockets like he’d just woken from a nap and strolled in without a clue. He paused just outside the dining area, eyes sweeping across the stunned crowd, before locking directly onto her father. Naruto stared back silently.

Then, loud and clear, he grinned and announced:

“Look who's back...”

"-stupid old man!"

Notes:

Long ass chapter haha. We're almost at the end! Also HAPPY NEW YEAR!!