#mind: boruto ( the sun )

[usakiboi]

I finally caught up with the Boruto manga and istg if the secret to Eida’s ability is that you have to be in love with an Otsutsuki member to not be affected I’m gonna riot

This has nothing to do with if it’s a good reason or not it’s just that Mitsuki was HEAVILY affected by her and you trying to tell me he has no strong feelings for Boruto that could have counteracted that???

Absolutely not.

#boruto #mitsuki #eida boruto #eida #borumitsu #mitsuboru #I’ll actually riot #this mf literally calls him his sun #cant change my mind

[cpirits]

(( @swordsxandxsakuras said [ Goth-looking swords girl passes by Boruto. ]

UNPROMPTED // accepting

It was like slow motion, he saw the tinted hair fly up as she walked past, and his blue eyes went wide. They passed by one another so fast, and Boruto whirled around, calling out. "H-Hey!! I haven't seen you around the village, what's your name?"

#mind: Boruto ( the sun ) #swordsxandxsakuras #( swordsxandxsakuras // nezuko ) #// aaaaaaaaaa thanks for sending // #『 beep beep on the coil // asks 』 #『 route locked // in character 』

[infinitebullshit]

[Himawari's and Mitsuki's feelings towards Boruto and Kawaki explains the nature of Kawaki's desire.]

According to my interpretation, Kawaki whimsically wished he was in Boruto's place because it'd be easier to get ride of Momoshiki by killing himself since from his pov, he's an unworthy outsider nobody would grieve in contrast to Boruto who belongs to Konoha and is loved by everyone. Himself included.

Boruto and Kawaki are Otsutsuki, therefore the wish didn't affect them. However Eida can't control Omnipotence so Kawaki's wish got reflected on the whole planet instead, much like how her own desire got fulfilled.

[Himawari]

TBV ch1 emphasized how despite nothing making sense anymore (Kawaki being remodeled, not having Momoshiki, having Isshiki's karma and Shinjutsu ..etc), Omnipotence forced them to still recognize Kawaki in Boruto's place.

Many people tried to associate Kawaki's desire with everything vile, ranging from "He is jealous and wants what Boruto has" to "He wants Boruto hated like him " and so on.

But ch1 of TBV showed Himawari still being able to think and feel what she wants regarding who she views as Kawaki (Boruto now).

Himawari is 100% affected with no resistance. She has no doubts (anymore) about Kawaki being Boruto and vice versa as she's under Omnipotence's control like everyone else.

What she doubts, and affirmatively doesn't believe or want to believe, is the premise of Kawaki killing Naruto.

Unlike everybody else, Himawari lived with the guy. She knows what kind of person he is, especially his unconditional affection to Naruto and his self-sacrificial tendencies for her family.

She's positive Kawaki didn't kill Naruto, and if "That was the case" then he's in some kind of deep trouble because he would never kill Naruto if he was in his right mind.

She still possesses the freedom to think what she wants of "Boruto", proving Kawaki didn't want the real Boruto to be hated or viewed in any kind of light for the purpose of killing him.

[Mitsuki]

Mitsuki is one of those who got brainwashed way too easily without a single moment of doubt in ch79.

He got no resistance whatsoever to Eida's Omnipotence, however he questioned if Kawaki was his sun in TBV ch1.

Many of us took this as him questioning the identity of Kawaki being Boruto because he is not what he remembers.

However now I believe he's questioning if the Hokage's son was his sun altogether from get go.

See, Mitsuki's existence was over-elaborated to him as this "moon" who needs a "sun" otherwise he'll fall into darkness.

He didn't exactly choose who his sun will be, or if he really needs one to begin with. It was all Orochimaru's unethical social experiment.

Regardless, he followed Orochimaru's will anyways and befriended Boruto who was all sunny and radiates positive energy. He was like a study case for Mitsuki to observe and follow until he can be his own person.

As of now, he didn't know what "love" is until he was charmed by Eida and questioned if it's even hard to tell how you feel about someone during his conversation with Sarada.

Mitsuki is unable to feel deep feelings on his own, he's like a parasite who feeds off other people's feelings instead.

He was comfortable with Orochimaru's choice of sun for the stated reasons above. Mitsuki went as far as stating Boruto will never change- he NEEDS him to stay the same, otherwise the whole formula of his existence crumbles.

Kawaki, wants nothing to do with that.

He's the exact opposite of the real Boruto in terms of personality- he radiates negative energy.

He can't fullfill Mitsuki's existential needs.

From Mitsuki's pov, "Boruto" had changed. He is no longer qualified to be his sun. Especially after Kawaki basically rejected him.

The whole "Moon" and "Sun" analogy went over Mitsuki's head. What he understood from it is having to be attached to Boruto's hip all the time so he can suck the light outta him, while it was about learning how to be a normal human from him.

Mitsuki's development is likely going to end with him realizing he needs no sun. Not Kawaki, not Boruto or anybody.

Either thar or dies chasing an illusion installed in him by his twisted parent.

Back to the topic, Mitsuki's case is similar to Himawari's. He is controlled by Omnipotence but still able to form his own impression of who he thinks is Boruto.

Which in contrast to Hima, it's negative.

#naruto #kawaki #naruto uzumaki #boruto uzumaki #Kawaki Uzumaki #boruto two blue vortex #himawari uzumaki #mitsuki

[ladyuchiha96]

Dawn

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Stay. Please, stay.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Masterlist

#boruto x sarada #borusara #boruto uzumaki #uzumaki boruto #sarada #uchiha sarada #sarada uchiha #boruto #boruto next generation #boruto timeskip #borusara fanfic #borusara fanfiction #borusara fluff #borusara angst

[raveneira]

hola amiga.

que piensas del arem de Boruto.? Confirmamos ya que mitzuki está enamorado de el sol. Hacia donde navegará el barco en la final?

We're definitely seeing BoruMitsu pretty much confirmed to be at the very least semi canon, its ironic that the anime put all that needless time and effort into the Mitsuki disappearance arc only for it to mean nothing in the manga because Mitsuki is actually going through that exact arc in the manga right now, meaning that anime arc was a complete waste of time and totally irrelevant now, and now it'll have to be retconned in the anime because Mitsuki is supposed to of had this development already, so my guess is their either gonna retcon it and pretend it never happened or their gonna change this situation entirely to fit the anime timeline they set where Mitsuki is actually already sure what his feelings are and what the sun is for him, the only thing left for him to realize anime wise would be his romantic feelings, but in the manga he still doesnt even understand his own identity or what the sun even is to him and is only just now starting to finally address and confront it and do some soul searching.

So where do I see things headed? well first is started here in 69 where Mitsuki first mentions ones true feelings being hard to tell, many thought he was speaking about Sarada, but he was really talking about himself and questioning what his own true feelings are, this is why he asked Sarada about hers to try and figure his out through her, but when she denied it that left him still confused about himself, which is why he stayed silent when Sarada mentioned his eyes lighting up whenever it comes to Boruto, because he himself was unsure of his true feelings.

In 88 Mitsuki is now starting to come to that realization he was lacking before, he hasnt gotten the answer yet, but he is finally willing to question what he's been ignoring all this time, after meeting Boruto again 3 years later, Mitsuki is realizing who his sun is and what the sun truly means to him. He pretty much confirmed hes inlove with Boruto in his conversation with Ada, but HE hasnt figured that out yet, we the audience have, but Mitsuki hasnt yet.

So 69 laid the groundwork for Mitsuki not knowing his own true feelings, 88 laid the groundwork for Mitsuki starting to understand what his true feelings are, now all thats left is for Mitsuki to finally put all the pieces together and realize he loves Boruto.

Now I cant speak too much on Boruto's behalf just yet but what I can say is Boruto reciprocating Mitsuki's affections as much as he does says alot, you see the stark contrast between how Kawaki treats him and Boruto.

Boruto could've easily rejected Mitsuki's whole sun and moon obsession with him, he didnt have to accept Mitsuki at all, yet he not only embraced Mitsuki, but those titles too. He tells Mitsuki that he is his sun, he could've just said he's his friend or hes really the Hokage's son, but no, he specifically tells Mitsuki that he's his sun, that he knows he realized long ago that Kawaki isnt his sun, that Kawaki cant illuminate him no matter how close he sticks to him.

Not only that, but he tells him that he believes he can shine just fine on his own, but if he insists on needing a sun then to come find him anytime. That is pretty clear and strong reciprocation, not saying its proof Boruto likes Mitsuki romantically, but it does imply that hes not particularly opposed to it either.

He respects Mitsuki, cares for Mitsuki, wants to protect Mitsuki, doesnt mind Mitsuki hanging around or sticking close to him, doesnt mind being the sun to his moon, is willing to be Mitsuki's light even though he thinks he shines just fine on his own, he's willing to be that for him anyway if thats what HE wants

Yea, I aint sayin its definitive, but there is some really strong implications there that cannot be ignored.

Kodachi did say in an old interview before he stepped down as writer than he doesnt mind including LGBTQ characters and that for him he doesnt feel like it has to be something heavily focused on but just be a natural progression where its not in your face but you still get the picture, which I believe might end up bein the case for BoruMitsu, even if they arent canon in the end, at the very least their feelings will be.

#boruto manga #manga spoilers #rave responds #borumitsu

[snowflakeanimelover]

So uhm I have a request for Spicytober. Could you please write a Kawaki x reader (fem) based on the prompt "I'd rather get you instead of candy" buuut if you don't mind can you change 'candy' into 'taiyaki' because it's his favorite 🥺 (tho ofc it's fine if you don't). I kinda wanna see reader get flustered because it's veeeery unusual of Kawaki to like something else other than taiyaki 😆 N e wayyy the genre is fluff and both Kawaki and reader are members of Team 7 and in their present age in Boruto. Thanksssss 🥰

Of course! I’m gonna be honest, the little bit I’ve seen of Boruto, Kawaki is my favorite lol. I’m sorry, I would change candy into teriyaki but then it won't be Halloween based very much…I hope you will still like it! :) Oh, and sorry the ending is so cheesy lol

Spicytober Event!

Topic: Candy

Prompt: “I’d rather get you instead of candy.”

Relationship: Kawaki x Female Reader

Fandom: Boruto

Warnings: Fluff :), cute, friends to lovers kinda trope

— — — —

“You can’t be serious.”

I couldn’t help but laugh at the look on my friend's face. I would’ve fallen backwards if it weren’t for Kawaki’s quick movements at grabbing a hold of my back, and pushing me back up. I coughed for a bit since I choked on a bit of my own saliva. Once I cleared my throat, I looked over at Kawaki.

“What are you laughing at?”

I cover my mouth, making sure not to burst out into laughter again. “Your face! It was really funny.” My voice was muffled behind my hand, but he still understood it.

“Whatever. I’m not dressing up.”

“What?! Come on, you have to do it with me! Friends do everything together!” I argue.

“You go to the bathroom without me.” He calmly replies.

I gawk at his words. “Obviously. You’re not a girl.” My lips turn into a pout at him. “Come on, please?”

He shakes his head. “I said no. I’ll go trick or treating with you, but I won’t dress up.”

Knowing for sure I wouldn’t be able to get through to him, I decided to give up. I let out a loud groan, admitting defeat. “Fine. At least you’ll go with me.”

— — —

After the third time, my parents called for me from downstairs, I jump down in excitement in my costume. “Alright, I’m ready!”

For a split second, his eyes widened as his eyes wandered over my costume. Quickly, he avoids eye contact, a dust of pink covering his cheeks. “Finally. Took you long enough.”

“Oh, shut it.” I giggle, hooking my arm with his and rushing out the door. The sun has already switched places with the moon, the stars, and street lights being the only light for people to see where they were going. I couldn’t help my excitement, my feet skipping down the sidewalk while I hummed a happy toon.

“Why are you so excited?”

“And you’re not? How can you not be excited to get candy?” I call over my shoulder since he was a couple of feet behind me.

Kawaki mumbled something in return, but I was too far away to hear. I stop my skipping, twirling around to face him. “What? I didn’t hear you.”

He was now a step in front of me, his cheeks becoming pink once again. “N-nothing. I didn’t say anything.”

“Oh, come on! What did you say?” I lazily punch his chest, the candy bag crinkling as it was held in that hand. 

He was silent for a few seconds. His lips open apart as if he were to say something, his eyes darting away from mine before he let out a sound. “I said…I’d rather have you then candy.” 

I was so close to missing it once again. His voice was so quiet, but I heard it as clear as day. I didn’t know what to say to that. My mouth opened and closed like a fish. The heat on my cheeks started to rise as I sputtered for a reply.

“U-um…wow.” I finally say. “B-but…don’t you like tariyaki more than anything?” I shyly ask, my fingers playign witht he bag in my hand. 

“Way to make this situation awkward, (Y/N)!” He shouts, face palming his forehead. 

“Just answer the question!” I yell back.

For the first time tha tday, our eyes met. The intensity and determination in them were astonishing. “It’s like I said, I prefer you…”

I stumbled back a bit. I tried to cover my warm cheeks with my hands, looking away from him. “I…I don’t know what to say…”

His warm hands grasp my wrists. He pulled them away from my face, both of our faces a bright shade of pink. “Don’t…hide from me.” He says gently. “I just…I guess now is the right time to say it, huh. I really like you, (Y/N).”

I tried my best not to look away in embarrassment. “I like you too, Kawaki.” I smile at him, warmth spreading through my body at this situation. It was certainly a relief to tell him my feelings.

#anime #boruto #naruto #kawaki #boruto kawaki #kawaki x reader #x reader #reader #female reader #fluff #cute #confessions #halloween #spicytober #prompts #candy

[nightingaleflow]

GAARA + FLUFF = AJDNAMAKA. Could you write something about gaara (Boruto era) walking in while his S/O is comforting shinki (precious boy) after a nightmare and she is like humming while rocking him in her arms. Plssss im melting

Thank you for waiting so patiently for this, nonnie. <3 I still haven't gotten to Shinki's introduction in Boruto, but I didn't want to wait for this sweet request any longer.

I hope I did him justice for you.

Warnings: Themes of abandonment, nightmares, fluff.

~~~

You woke with a start. You sat up, blinking the sleep from your eyes as you tried to make sense of your surroundings.

And then you heard it. A wailing sound coming from the next room.

You didn’t think. You just moved, racing from your bedroom to the room next door. As you opened the door, you were greeted by the sight of Shinki, curled tight around himself on the bed as he whimpered. Black sand swirled dangerously around him. You steeled yourself, then stepped forward, ignoring the stinging as the grains cut into you.

You picked Shinki up from the mattress and cradled him in your arms. He let out a noise of protest at the movement. Then his eyes opened. Immediately, the black sand fell into piles on the floor. “I’m sorry!” he said frantically, his eyes filling with tears. “I didn’t mean it, I’m sorry!”

“Sshhh,” you soothed, rocking him gently. “It’s all right. It’s over. You were just having a nightmare.”

He hesitated, then buried his face in your chest. “I’m sorry,” he choked.

“Whatever for?” you asked. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

He sniffled as he tried to formulate his answer. “I still can’t control it,” he said. “And you got hurt.” His eyes screwed shut. “Are you going to send me away?”

“What?” you gasped. “No, never, Shinki.”

Tears flowed anew from Shinki’s eyes as he clung to your shirt. “In my dream, you didn’t want me anymore,” he said. “Lord Kazekage said I was a failure and not worthy to be part of his family.”

You squeezed him tightly. “That is not true, none of it,” you said. “We both want you here, and you are not a failure.” Your voice shook as you struggled to keep back tears of your own. “You are our son, and we love you.”

A spark of hope appeared in Shinki’s eyes, but it faded quickly, as if he didn’t dare let himself believe it.

“You know, my mother had a song she used to sing to me whenever I would have a nightmare,” you said. “May I sing it for you?”

Shinki nodded and shifted in your arms. 

You adjusted your grip, then gently rocked him as you started to sing:

“The stars shine bright from the skies The sun has said all its goodbyes So rest your head and close your eyes And sleep until morning

I’ll keep you safe all through the night Let no nightmares within your sight And keep your dreams all so bright So sleep until morning”

Gradually, Shinki grew heavy in your arms as the vibrations from your chest soothed him. His head fell back and his breathing grew slower. A small smile appeared on his face as he slipped back into slumber.

You gave him one more kiss on his forehead, then carefully tucked him back into bed. As you pulled the blankets around him, you glanced at the door with a smile. “You can come in, you know,” you whispered.

The door pushed open, revealing Gaara. “I didn’t want to interrupt,” he said, matching your quiet tone.

“I wouldn’t have minded, and I’m sure Shinki wouldn’t either.”

“What happened?” Gaara asked as he walked to the other side of the bed.

“The little one had a nightmare,” you replied as you stroked Shinki’s head. “He dreamed that we didn’t want him around and that we were going to send him away.”

Sadness filled Gaara’s eyes. He sank down onto the mattress, looking defeated. “Shinki expressed as much during our training,” he said. “I thought I had assured him that wasn’t the case.”

You stood up and walked around the bed to Gaara. You pulled his back against your chest and wrapped your arms around him. “He’s just a child, and he’s been through a lot,” you said. “It’s going to take some time for him to feel truly safe here. All we can do is be here for him when he needs us.”

“I know,” Gaara said, leaning back against you. “I just can’t help but wish I could do better.” He reached out a hand and carefully ran his fingers through Shinki’s hair. His eyes widened as Shinki turned his head, nuzzling into Gaara’s palm.

You pressed your hands against your mouth, suppressing the squeak building in your throat. Gaara mirrored your movement with his other hand, not daring to even breathe.

Once you had yourself under control, you squeezed Gaara tightly. “See, you’re doing just fine.”

Tears began to form at the corners of his eyes as he smiled. “I guess you’re right,” he said.

“Aren’t I always?” you teased.

Gaara chuckled. “Thank you for being there for him tonight,” he said. “I’m sorry I was so late getting home.” His expression turned thoughtful. “I think tomorrow I’ll see about taking some time off to spend with him.”

“That’s a good idea,” you said. “And there’s no need to thank me. Shinki’s our son. I’ll always be there when he needs me.”

#nightingale writes #Gaara #Shinki #Gaara x y/n #Gaara x reader #Naruto #Naruto fanfiction #Gaara x oc #fluff #fanfiction #writing #my writing

[descendant-of-truth]

The thought recently crossed me but since it seems that in everyone's mind, Boruto and Kawaki have switched places, I'm imagining Mitsuki sadly wondering why his sun has suddenly started acting so cold and distant towards him :(

I don't know if you've read the newest chapter or not so I'll put the extra spoilery details and images under a cut, but this is something the manga is already starting to address! They don't say it out loud, but Mitsuki definitely seems to notice a change in his attitude.

My guess is that everyone's working under the impression that Kawaki changed so drastically because his parents were killed, which would be a hard justification for Sarada and Sumire to argue with. I also imagine it makes Kawaki's job a lot easier; he doesn't have to worry about acting like Boruto to keep up the ruse, because he already has a convenient excuse to be out of character.

Going into more detail, though, I really like how they've chosen to highlight the difference between Kawaki and Boruto's dynamic with Mitsuki. People tend to joke about it a bit, but it's true that Mitsuki tends to follow Boruto around wherever he goes - it's a known trait of his.

It's a tad concerning on Mitsuki's end, in my opinion, because it's representative of how he struggles to form his own identity outside of other people... but "creepy" is overselling it. He never forces himself onto Boruto, and just as importantly, Boruto doesn't have a problem with him tagging along everywhere.

I haven't read the manga in its entirety yet so I can only draw examples from the anime, but I feel like it's worth noting that even when he does find Mitsuki's behavior weird, he never actually insults him or tells him to back off.

The most uncomfortable I remember him getting is in this scene on the train, and even then, he kind of just. turns away for a while like he's embarrassed, but keeps talking to Mitsuki like normal.

Which is why Kawaki calling him a creep and a pain is such a huge contrast. Even if he was grieving and vengeful, would Boruto ever be that harsh towards Mitsuki? One of his best friends? Over something that he was never even bothered by before??

I have a feeling that Mitsuki's going to gradually feel more like something's wrong with Kawaki, but the only thing I can see making him believe Sarada about the memory swap is Boruto doing something unmistakably kind for him, like. I dunno, taking a blow for him in battle or something, and having that directly contrasted with Kawaki... not doing that

Because if Boruto, the guy he's trying to kill, is going out of his way to protect him while his "actual" friend is leaving him in the dust, well. that's gonna get some gears turning, don't you think?

There's a lot of ways it could go down at this point, of course, but I for one am really enjoying the setup we've got so far! Can't wait to see how it all develops in future chapters

#boruto #boruto uzumaki #mitsuki (boruto) #kawaki uzumaki #boruto spoilers #asks #analysis #meta #I actually had a post in the works that was about this very topic #but the ask somehow gave me a better idea of how to phrase it #so thanks for sending this in!

[watermelonsloth]

Boruto Shipping Opinions

I’m gonna put a brief aside here to say two quick things to keep in mind before reading:

I am not going to go into great detail or analysis here because I’m holding off on that until the manga wraps up.

I am caught up with the manga, I am not caught up with the anime. I have watched up until the arc the new team 7 infiltrate a prison, the second chunin exams, and whatever clips/moments I’ve stumbled upon being discussed. I am not an avid fan, I do not know all the ins and outs of character dynamics, and I don’t even keep up with that part of the fandom. I have no horse in this race.

BoruSara

I don’t like this ship, and I don’t know if that’s an unpopular opinion. I’ll try to avoid saying “they have sibling vibes” or “they’re just friends” because, coming from someone who has used that excuse in the past, it is very difficult to explain/defend argument. So much so that now it just comes across as cheap to me.

I will, however, say that I don’t like it for the same reason I don’t like NejiTen. It comes across as “he was a boy, she was a girl. Can I make it anymore obvious?” It feels like it stems from the idea that boys and girls can’t just be friends. If the dynamic was introduced with an edge of romance (like how Naruto and Sakura’s dynamic was introduced with Naruto having a crush on her), maybe it would be a different story. But as of right now, it feels like the fandom reading into something that doesn‘t need to be read into.

KawaSara

I hate to say this, but I’m guessing this ship stemmed from SasuSaku fans reading them as “next gen SasuSaku”. Look, everyone can ship whatever they want or choose to refrain from shipping, but I’m sick of the fandom projecting old ships on new dynamics. I have seen BoruSara compared to SNS, NaruSaku, and SasuSaku (for some reason). I have seen BoruSumi compared to NaruHina. I have seen MitsuSara compared to SasuSaku and SuiKarin. I have seen KawaSara compared to SasuSaku. Every single time I thought to myself, “The manga starts with Boruto asserting that he’s not his dad and this isn’t his dad’s story.” I get that comparisons will naturally arise since it’s a sequel series, but these kids are not carbon copies of their parents and they don’t have the same dynamics their parents did.

Now that my rant is out of the way, I think a hypothetical child between them having black hair with pink highlights would be cute and that’s about it.

MitsuSara

I wish these two had more of a dynamic. Both characters have interactions with Boruto and clear dynamics with him, but they don’t really have much going on with each other. They both have recognizable personalities, but they mellow each other out whenever they interact and it makes them boring (I’m guessing Ikemoto isn’t interested in them together). They also only tend to talk to each other about Boruto (at least in the manga). Say what you want about them, but at least Sasuke and Sakura had a dynamic.

Anyways, funny ha ha, Orochimaru gets an Uchiha in the way they least expected.

MitsuBoru

Gayer than any of the Naruto dynamics and that is saying something. However, I struggle to like the ship because I’m just so confused.

First, why does Boruto have so many lancer/foil/rival characters. Kawaki, Sarada, and Mitsuki all act as lancers. I get that writing doesn’t have to be formulaic, but they aren’t even all lancers to each other, having dynamics that bounce off of each other, they’re just lancers to Boruto. At least for me, it’s already gotten really boring and ends in the three’s dynamics with each other falling flat.

Second, the sun and moon symbolism makes no sense to me as a writing decision. The obvious problem is that it’s redundant; it’s already been used for multiple Naruto dynamics. The less obvious problem is that it contradicts Mitsuki’s manga introduction. Mitsuki was introduced as the middle between Boruto and Sarada’s two extremes, taking up a role similar to Sakura’s in the og team 7. If he’s supposed to be the moon to Boruto’s sun, why is he introduced to us as the earth? The admittedly more minor problem that distracts me is that Orochimaru was the one that Mitsuki down this road. Why? Orochimaru wasn’t redeemed by Naruto and has never shown interest in him or this philosophy before now. My best guess is that they’re fascinated by Naruto’s affect on Sasuke, but that still leaves me with questions.

It makes me think that the writer didn’t have any ideas when they introduced these two.

BoruSumi

I don’t like how the fandom is making another love square, but I doubt there’s anything I can do to stop them.

This ship is boring because Sumire is boring. That one anime arc made her interesting, but it’s referenced and relevant so rarely that she goes back to being boring. I’d like this more if the story let Sumire be morally gray or treated her like a redeemed villain more. As of right now, I think the only leg the ship has to stand on is writing tropes and I do not care.

KawaSumi

This ship feels like the product of the same people who ship SasuHina/SasuIno/SasuKarin/KibaHina out of spite. My last post/reblog went into why this happens but the short of it is that it’s easier to ship something in peace if the biggest “threats” to it are paired together. Correct me if I’m wrong, but I have a feeling most KawaSumi shippers also ship BoruSara.

KawaHima

Please… just stop. If not for yourself, then for me. I’m already barely coping with how popular NejiHina is. Why have I seen this as much as I have??? This feels like a personal attack on my sanity. They’re siblings.

Other

This is the section for all the ships I have little/no opinions on. I think MitsuCho is too boring for how popular it is, I think ChoSara should be more popular, I’m disturbed by all of the Eida x next gen ships because she looks and acts like an adult (at least how adults are portrayed in Boruto), and I’m surprised Code x Eida isn’t more popular, but I also think that Code has gotten the Kabuto treatment and isn’t very popular in the fandom.

The ships I haven’t mentioned I either have so little fucks to give or so little information on that I have ZERO thoughts about.

#I guess I should tag this anti everything? #Some I’m more neutral towards #But I didn’t say anything very positive #anti borusara #anti kawasara #anti mitsusara #anti mitsuboru #anti borusumi #anti kawasumi #anti kawahima #anti mitsucho #anti mitsuchou #chosara #chousara #I don’t know what any of the Eida ships are called… #anti eida #boruto opinions #boruto #boruto naruto next generations #boruto next generation #my stooff

[kyriolex]

Boruto 7 Cliff Notes

So we start with Mitsuki waxing poetic about how he is the moon to Kawaki's sun. It's been three years and he has not found a more creative metaphor for his self-esteem issues.

Boruto asks where Kawaki is, and Mitsuki admits he sedated Kawaki because he would have no chance winning this fight. Boruto points out Mitsuki doesn't have a chance either (burn), and the two fight.

I wish that after all the buildup for Mituski's sage mode, we could have seen a more interesting fight. All he really does is throw snakes at Boruto, who cuts them up with his sword. Eventually Boruto wins, and Mitsuki accepts death.

Obviously Boruto doesn't kill him. Instead he points out that Kawaki is an asshole and doesn't deserve to be Mitsuki's sun. Mitsuki doesn't even need a sun, but if he really wants one, Boruto is happy to volunteer.

After years of being rejected by Kawaki, Boruto's kindness convinces Mitsuki to stop trying to kill him for 5 minutes. With this temporary reprieve, Boruto explains that no, he doesn't want to kill Kawaki, and he didn't kill Naruto or Hinata either. Then he leaves.

Boruto is still on the telepathy line with Shikamaru, and they have a chat. Boruto tells Shikamaru about omnipotence, but he reveals Sarada has already told him about it many times, and Shikamaru forgets afterwards.

This is huge, because it shows Sarada hasn't been wasting her time refusing to communicate - Omnipotence just undoes any progress she makes convincing people. It also shows Shikamaru isn't the closed-minded fool the earlier chapters made him appear to be.

Then, ironically enough, Shikamaru starts asking Boruto if he's SURE he doesn't want to kill Kawaki. Shikamaru would totally look the other way if he did. But Boruto is a shonen protagonist, so he insists he can defeat Kawaki through the power of brotherly brawling instead. Also, they kind of need Kawaki alive to let Naruto and Hinata out of the pocket dimension.

Then we close off with Toupee Man surrounded by books. None of them has the answer he seeks though, so he decides to visit Naruto. It's not clear if he realizes Naruto is in hammer space or if he's just going to awkwardly show up in Konoha asking where the dead Hokage is. I guess we'll find out next time.

#boruto two blue vortex #boruto spoilers

[kiljoius-writes]

Love Me the Way I Want to Be Loved

Ao3 | FFN

Full YOTP Series Found Here

Pairing: Hanabi Hyūga/Konohamaru Sarutobi

Summary: Once upon a time, Hanabi was just that starry-eyed girl, read fairy tales like all the other little girls of the village before they start training to become kunoichi. The protagonist always finds that perfect person.

When she kisses him, it feels like her life finally begins.

June prompt: Proposal/Wedding Fic

Word Count: 6.8k

Rating: T

A/N: Context for those who haven’t read “Tag”: Eiji and Jun are Hanabi’s teammates. Tora was their sensei. Tadashi is Hanabi’s guard. Moriko is Konohamaru’s mother. This takes place shortly after Episode 50 (the infamous drunk scene of Boruto that set sail to this ship) so doesn't account for alien stuff or the Remon arc. This is an extension of Tag.

If you like this pairing and enjoy my writing to some extent, I'd recommend you check it out! It's a longfic about them. Thanks as always &lt;3

Konohamaru doesn’t enjoy being irritated with Hanabi, but today, he is.

Everything was planned to the T for this. He prides himself on being a good planner, and today was no exception. It’s a plan he’s had in mind for a few months now. He was supposed to pick up Hanabi at four p.m. in the middle of July when the weather is the warmest. The sun would still be high in the sky, he’d take her to Ichiraku’s, where they’d had so many conversations from silly speculation to deep and emotional. Then to the dango spot they went to way back when they were kids, the same spot he lost a bet to her. As the sun goes down, he’d take her to the lake.

But it’s coming up on five, and while he’s been chatting with Tadashi inside of the Hyūga compound, he’s been tense. Outwardly, he’s doing his best to show indifference, just act happy with Tadashi, but inside, he’s kind of fuming. He tried really, really hard to make sure this was perfect. It doesn’t help that the clouds are slowly inching closer and closer, threatening to overtake the whole damn sky.

“I do wonder what holds Lady Hanabi up…” Tadashi comments offhandedly, peering off to the side. “She is a bit on the later side sometimes.”

“Not with me,” Konohamaru responds instinctively, knowing it sounds entitled, but it’s true, damnit. She’s not usually late with him. Tadashi looks back at him with this knowing smirk he’s been giving him since he was a kid, whether Konohamaru realized it or not. “It’s just—it was kind of an important date.”

“Date,” Tadashi says it with a chuckle behind his voice and Konohamaru shifts on his feet. It’s unsettling to say these things out loud after all this time, he figures it’s some sort of trauma from keeping the whole thing a secret for so long. Konohamaru’s eyes dart to Tadashi’s when they go veiny, byakugan activating, something he’s been doing out of courtesy for Konohamaru while they’ve been chatting. Konohamaru waits with anticipation as his face relaxes and turns to him. “She’s approaching with Eiji.”

Konohamaru debates whether he wants to accost her and berate her for being late, but decides even if it’s an hour late, he still wants to make the date special, so he decides against it. He hears Eiji’s loud laughter in the distance, then sees the two girls approaching and she’s…clearly pretty buzzed. He deflates.

“Heyyy!” Hanabi waves her arm big, the other wrapped around Eiji’s neck as they stumble against each other. “You’re early!”

“I’m – I’m what?” Konohamaru asks, frustration bubbling. “You’re late!”

“Four, right?” Hanabi asks, unhooking her arm from Eiji’s neck.

“Ah fuck,” Eiji says after pulling up her sleeve to check her watch. “It’s damn near five.”

“Wait, really?” Hanabi asks, double-taking at Eiji. “Shoot! I’m sorry, Kono.”

Konohamaru sighs, slumping over before grabbing her forearm to keep her steady as she stumbles towards him. “How many drinks did you guys have?”

“Err – “ Hanabi holds up her hand, counting on her fingers, then the other hand, and Konohamaru shakes his head. It really is just his luck for things to play out this way when he’s trying to do something actually important.

“It’s fine. Let’s get some food in your stomach, alright?”

“Can Eiji come?” Hanabi asks, batting her eyelashes up at him and Konohamaru grits his teeth. Another nail in his coffin.

Too polite for his own good, he shrugs and Eiji hollers, smacking him on the back. “Thanks, Kono~”

“You’re not allowed to call me that,” he snaps at her and Hanabi laughs, hooking her elbows around Konohamaru’s and Eiji’s.

Konohamaru accepted a long time ago that things never go quite as planned with Hanabi, made peace with it. He was just asking for one day. One day, that was it.

“Lemme guess,” Eiji ponders aloud, teasingly, “Ichiraku’s?”

“Yep!” Hanabi says, bubbly. He likes hearing her voice, even if she is slurring her words and letting her friend make fun of him. “Never could stop trying to be like big bro.”

“Ha-ha,” Konohamaru laughs, flatly, looking off to the side while Hanabi and Eiji giggle into each other’s faces. He’d rather she be happy than pouty, so he just lets it go. When they arrive at Ichiraku’s, they seat themselves at the bar, Teuchi happy as ever to see them, wondering out loud when the ‘old gang’ will get back together completely again.

“’Member when it was us three here with our dumb mentors?” Eiji asks, laughing as she takes her bowl of super-meat ramen happily. Hanabi laughs a bit and Konohamaru smirks.

“Oh gods! Yeah, right before exams? Oh my gosh, that was---that was when—”

Konohamaru peers out the side of his eye at her as Hanabi puts the pieces together in her head. Her chopsticks still in her hand, a noodle hanging out of her mouth. He chuckles, shoving the noodle back in her mouth.

“That was…when you kissed me.”

“Huh?” Eiji asks enthusiastically from the side, slurping a noodle with wide eyes at Hanabi. Konohamaru smirks a little as she hides her mouth behind her hand, dropping the chopsticks in her bowl, hiding her face behind her hair. Konohamaru decides to ham it up in front of Eiji, leans in on Hanabi, and grabs her cheek with one hand. He pulls her in to kiss her cheek and she giggles while Eiji mock-gags.

“Yep,” Konohamaru says with a smile as Hanabi buries her face in her hands like a schoolgirl, Eiji shaking her head. “That was when Hanabi got revenge on me for kissing her by, get this, kissing me.”

“Nasty!” Eiji’s not actually serious about her chiding, he can tell by the grin on her face.

“You’re embarrassing me,” Hanabi whines, pushing her bowl away. “You kissed me first, and come on! What was that about, anyway?”

“Is it so hard to believe I had a crush on you?” Konohamaru is 29 years old and has no shame about admitting this aloud to Hanabi. It was 18 years ago, there’s more shame in being shameful about it at this point.

“Yeah?” Hanabi asks, dropping her hands into her lap with a little smile on her face. It’s mischievous and sly and he loves it, more than words can describe. Konohamaru leans in and nods, pressing his forehead to hers.

“Yeah.”

“Well…maybe I did, too.”

“Don’t believe it,” he responds lightheartedly, leaning their heads in to press a kiss to her nose. Eiji bellows laughter next to Hanabi, causing them both to look at her.

“This is so stupid!” Eiji declares, slapping her chopsticks into the bowl. “You two have been dumb in love the moment you laid eyes on each other!”

“You would know?” Hanabi asks, leaning towards Eiji. Konohamaru decides this is Hanabi’s territory, but he’s interested, too.

“Mhm. The moment this dumb kid – “ Eiji points a finger at Konohamaru, albeit with a smile, “yelled your name and you looked at each other. It was a done deal.”

“Wooow,” Hanabi sings, shaking her head, “bold of you to assume I fell in love with this dummy then.”

“You’re both dummies,” Eiji points out with a smirk, plucking a piece of chive from Hanabi’s hair, who looks up in surprise. “You’ve been in love longer than all your silly little genin have been alive.”

“Eiji,” Konohamaru interjects. Eiji looks at him expectantly with those raised eyebrows, blinking. He laughs a little, then reaches for Hanabi’s chin to pull her towards him, deciding to utilize the moment while he has it. “I think she’s right.”

“Huh?” Hanabi asks, a little drunk and dumb. She moons her eyes at him and he just wants to swallow her up whole.

“I think I’ve been in love with you since the moment I laid eyes on you.”

He says it with all the sincerity inside of him, hoping it resonates. Even Eiji knows when to quit teasing, cause she holds her breath and slowly starts to get out of her seat.

“That’s dumb,” Hanabi breathes out like she lacks air.

“I’ll see you soon,” Eiji whispers in her ear, clearly getting the hint as she quickly leaves.

Konohamaru doesn’t even mind being left with her bill.

“I really do,” he whispers, tilting her head up so he can slot his lips to hers. He feels her sigh into them and that gives him a lot of comfort.

Her fingers wrap around his wrist and he decides they can skip dango to get to the lake, especially since Eiji has bowed out.

Now that she’s sobered up, she starts apologizing for Eiji’s presence and her lateness. Tells him she’s to blame and wishes she had paid closer attention to the clock, but Konohamaru decides it’s not worth being mad about. Hanabi doesn’t get much free time, and when she does, it’s with him, so for her to spend it with Eiji is a treat for her and he’s just glad she enjoyed it. He won’t stop being miffed that his great plan was disrupted, but it’s going fine and he’s not mad at them. Her happiness is paramount and seeing her giggly and bubbly is happiness enough for him.

So when he drags her to the lake and she immediately breaks into laughter as they approach, his heart lifts. She’s still a little buzzed, but he can work with it.

“Sky’s pretty,” Hanabi points upwards, tracing the outline of a cloud with her fingertip. “Clouds are pretty.”

“Like you.” It’s almost on instinct that he says shit like this now. Ever since he knew what flirting was, he’s been flirting with her. Even after being together for years, he likes complimenting her and seeing her get a little red in the face. Warmer tones always suited her, anyway.

For a long time, she never accepted his compliments. It’s only been in recent years that she’s learned to laugh and say thank you and call him a dummy instead of telling him to stop it. But this time, she just stares at the clouds, her hand dropping to her side with this really sweet smile that threatens to squeeze his heart in two.

With fewer people around than normal and the sun exactly where he wants it to be, grazing the treetops, he decides to seize this moment as his opportunity, and he’s gonna do the whole to-do.

Konohamaru gets down on one knee like his mom and Moegi told him he better do, pulls out the ring box, and lets out a low whistle. Hanabi turns and her eyes blow wide, hands to her mouth, just like you see in movies, and it’s the exact reaction he wanted.

“Hanabi,” he starts, feeling the air inside of him constricting. He’s about 99.99 percent sure she’s going to say yes, but that 0.01 percent chance she’ll say no stills lingers in his mind. Breathes out, opens the box, and says it. “Will you marry me?”

But instead of screaming and crying and jumping around, or the less likely reaction of disgust, she just looks…confused. That makes all of his anxiety bubble up quickly.

“Sorry,” she says, quickly when she notices his face fall. “Yes, Konohamaru, I mean—obviously, yes! Yes.”

Konohamaru raises his eyebrows, completely underwhelmed by her reaction. She reaches for the box, which he assumes for the ring, but instead, turns it to face him and…there’s nothing there. “What the hell?!”

“Oh no,” Hanabi says with a sad smile, holding her hand out for him. He pulls himself to his feet and starts tearing everything out of the box – the cotton, the bed it sits on, even the paper lining. It had to be there?

“Where the hell?” he asks himself, frustration teeming in his voice. Then it hits him. “My mom’s…”

“It’s at your mom's?” she asks, stepping towards him to set her hands on his cheeks. He feels himself calm immediately with her touch, and looks down at her with these big, sad eyes.

“I was showing her…and, damnit,” he sighs, slouching over and letting her pull him down so his forehead presses to hers. “I left it on the counter.”

“Did she approve of it?”

“What, the ring?”

“Mhm.”

“Yeah.” He wraps his arms around her waist and pulls her in. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be.

“I’m really sorry,” she says, softly, rubbing her nose against his. “I was late and drunk, I had no idea it was for something so important…”

“That’s kinda the point.” He chuckles, presses a kiss to her lips to reassure her. He’s more mad at himself now. “I’m sorry, you deserve a lot better than this.”

“What could be better?” she asks, leaning up for another kiss. “What, in a fancy restaurant surrounded by people? Put it in a piece of dango so I can choke?”

Hanabi really does know how to make him feel better, and he laughs out loud at the idea. She likes nice things but being in the limelight hadn’t really been her thing in a long time. None of those scenarios were ever something he seriously considered because he knew she’d like it quiet.

“It’s perfect because it’s you.” She’s always had a big personality, but when it came to romance, she’s always been a little softer and quieter about it. “This lake is really special to me.”

“Me too,” he responds into the kiss, letting it melt them together, “’cause of you.”

“Dork,” she whispers, letting him guide her into the grass. “In the grass?”

“I wanna make out with my fiancée,” he says it out loud and it makes all the good feelings inside of him rise.

Konohamaru is happy to lay on top of his fiancée, in the grass, by the lake.

Hanabi’s surprised by how excited Konohamaru is to get married. She really thought it’d be her fretting over a wedding, but he’s thoroughly surprised her by having a hand in every step of planning the ceremony. She’s the heiress, so the Hyūga were naturally always going to be the ones putting on the wedding, something she figured he knew going into this. But no decisions were final until he got to hear them, and he was very insistent on what his vision was.

It was hilarious, actually, watching her former caretakers being told by this big dumb Sarutobi that there was absolutely no way the ceremony could be in any season except Summer. It’s really sweet to her that he cares so much about making sure their wedding takes place in full sun, but what Konohamaru hadn’t thought of is that he saved the summer for proposing to her. It’s the middle of Summer and the only way to have a Summer wedding would be to either somehow ramp up getting every together to have it in August, or wait another year.

“Well, we can swing it.” The poor man’s so excited to be married to her that he can’t (or won’t) see reason in that trying to plan a wedding that is going to be attended by international politicians in a month is near impossible.

“Well, you heard the man!” Moriko gestures outwardly. Sometimes Hanabi wonders if she’s Konohamaru’s sidekick, or in fact his partner in crime. Perhaps she’s the mastermind herself, here. Either way, together, they’re a hard-headed pair and when they’re in full agreement on something, they’re practically impossible to budge. Hanabi feels a little bad for the people assigned to planning the wedding, so she comes up behind Konohamaru and takes his hand.

“Be a little easy,” Hanabi tries, tugging at his hand so he’ll look down at her. “Maybe it still can be in the summer, but maybe it’ll just be…smaller?”

“Smaller?” Moriko laughs at the question, waving her hand. “Don’t you worry, dear. Your father isn’t the only one with political sway.”

Hanabi raises an eyebrow at this declaration.

“A Sarutobi-Hyūga wedding is guaranteed to pull every silly little lord and lady in no matter the date. We could have the wedding a week from now and they’d be scrambling to get their butts here.”

“You know we don’t care about that,” Konohamaru points out, letting Hanabi’s hand trail up his shoulder so her elbow can rest on it. “I could give a damn what politicians make it – wait, no, I take that back.” He grins mischievously down at Hanabi, who gives him a curious look. “I’d love for that stupid Sand guy to have to watch me kiss Lady Hanabi.”

“Oh, shut it.” Hanabi rolls her eyes, shoving at his arm. She shudders to think of the man, Katsumi. Grabby hands, lack of boundaries, boring conversation. Hanabi’s nearly 30 now and looking back on it now, she wishes she had slapped him when he tried to kiss her. She was just in her baby twenties trying to fulfill her duties as an heiress, not realizing just how taken advantage of she was. Part of it was thinking about what some other heirs have to endure just to save face and believing she was just lucky it didn’t go farther.

Inevitably, they had crossed paths a couple of times since that day, but it was kept to polite greetings and clan talk. Hanabi still remembers the way Konohamaru had lost his cool worse than she had ever seen from him before, how excited it made her. Over time, she realized that maybe it made her feel a little safer, knowing someone was watching out for her that wasn’t Tadashi or Natsu. Someone who unapologetically interrupts, unwilling to be intimidated by someone’s status or power.

Hanabi sighs dreamily as she thinks about it, lost in thought while Konohamaru and his mother go back and forth about how they’ll get this whole thing worked out.

“Udon and Moegi already volunteered to send their teams out, too.” Hanabi snaps out of her daydreams when Konohamaru shifts on his feet, causing her to lose her balance. Without even looking at her, he grabs her by the waist to keep her up and pulls her against him. “Things are quiet in the village, so it’s a good time to let them go on some low-key escort missions to other lands.”

Moriko agrees enthusiastically and Hanabi taps her lips, thinking it over. “What about my team?”

“Your team?” Konohamaru asks, glancing down at her with a perked eyebrow. “I mean…do you think they’re cut out to go out on their own already?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Hanabi asks irritably, pulling away from his arm. He looks helplessly at her, realizing the insult in the sentence. “Think my girls aren’t good enough?”

“I didn’t say that—”

“They’re more than capable,” Hanabi snaps, hands on her hips. “I’ve been practicing with Namida and she’s gotten way better with her sound wave!”

“I don’t doubt that,” Konohamaru interjects, stepping towards her while Moriko excuses herself in a hurry. “I didn’t mean anything by it, okay? I’m sorry, you’re right. Maybe they can go out to the Sand?”

“Closest of the great villages, huh?” She’s defensive now, turning her nose up.

“Moegi’s team is already going to the Cloud, Udon’s the Mist, mine are going to the Stone…we actually weren’t going to send anyone to the Sand.”

“Hmph.” Pouty, she turns away, shrugging her shoulder at his attempt to put his hand on it.

“Hey, no pouting,” he says as he circles back around, cupping his palms around her cheeks. “Can’t resist your pouty lip.”

“Stop trying to charm me,” she huffs but doesn’t pull away when he bends down to kiss her lower lip.

“I just thought maybe you’d want them around,” he tells her, earnestly as he presses his forehead to hers. She relaxes slightly, letting her arms drop from their cross. “In case of errands and stuff.”

“I’ve got all the Hyūga for that.” Even if they’ve slowly broken down the class system, there are Hyūga that still work for a living as caretakers and servants, many of them in fact happy to plan another large wedding. “I don’t want my team to be put on petty missions.”

“Ever think maybe they’d like the break?” he asks, sliding his hands from her face down to her hands, lacing their fingers together.

“Pfft, Wasabi?” She shakes her head and he smiles. “I guess they could go out to the Sand. It’s something.”

“Right,” he agrees, giving her a quick peck on the lips before pulling away from her. “Now, I gotta find Natsu.”

Dumbfounded, she reaches out to him before he can get too far. “And what exactly do you need with my caretaker?”

“She’s going with me to the Yamanaka flower shop,” he says over his shoulder as if it’s the most natural thing in the world.

Hanabi watches Konohamaru march away, proud as ever, and she wonders how she ended up here.

Deciding it’s not worth it to dwell on, she treks over to her sisters.

Here lies an odd sight: Eiji in Hinata’s kitchen, at her dining table.

“Ah, hello my sweet sister!” Hinata chirps, waving her in, unbothered by Hanabi bursting in. Hanabi stops to look at them: Hinata’s in a chair at the dining table and Eiji stands behind her, looking over her shoulder at some sort of magazine. Eiji doesn’t even pay her glance, just jabs her finger at the magazine in front of them.

“This one’s good,” Eiji says and Hinata immediately looks back down with interest.

“What’s going on?” Hanabi asks, irritated that she’s being ignored. She pulls out the closest chair to sit and see what they’re looking at. She’s horrified to see a catalog of bridal kimonos. “What—”

“Weddings in a few weeks, Hanabi!” Eiji exclaims, her toothy grin flashing up at her as she finally looks up. “You weren’t lookin’ so, you know!”

“Okay, but—” Hanabi scoots in, suddenly interested. “You can’t just do this without me.”

“Join the party!” Eiji tells her, pointing at a particular kimono. It’s primarily white, with bursting red and orange flowers along the length of the inseam and sleeves.

“I think this fits you beautifully, Hanabi,” Hinata tells her with a smile, clasping her hands.

Hanabi stares at it for a bit. Usually, she’d like to look at all her options without being force-fed once, but…she kind of likes this one already.

“What the heck are we waiting for?” Eiji exclaims, just like she did for her own wedding day, and tears the page right out of the catalog. Starts marching towards the front door with little regard. “Let's go get you outfitted, princess!”

“Hey!” Hanabi calls after her old teammate, and something inside of her feels light and happy about it. Like old times. She throws her arms around Eiji’s neck while Hinata giggles behind them, grabbing her things to trail after them.

“C’mon!” Eiji doesn’t even hesitate, grabs Hanabi by the legs, and hoists her up on her back. Hanabi’s so much taller than Eiji, but Eiji doesn’t care. She’ll climb Hanabi any day, but she’ll also carry her any day, too. Hanabi can’t help but burst into laughter as her tiny teammate marches through town with her on her back.

“Hey, wait!” Hanabi exclaims, all laughs and bubbles as Eiji comes to an abrupt stop. Hanabi points a finger at her team, who come to a halt upon her summoning. “How would you ladies like to go out to the Sand?”

“A mission?!” Wasabi exclaims, hopping forward without hesitation. “Outside of the village?”

“Yep, I need you three to do something very important.” Hanabi waves her hand inwards toward herself, causing all three girls to lean in toward her and Eiji. “I need you to escort some politicians back to the Leaf.”

“Oooh,” Namida responds, giddy, “for what?”

“For…” Hanabi plays up the drama, bringing her arms around the girls who get even closer, wide-eyed. Eiji laughs even harder, lowering her head as Hanabi tells them in a high-pitched whisper, “my wedding!”

All three girls, even Wasabi, erupt into “EEEH”s and “OOOHHH”s and giggles, clapping. “To Konohamaru-sensei?!” Namida asks, clasping her hands together, starry-eyed.

“Mhm.” Hanabi nods as Eiji drops her, unable to handle all the girls latching around her waist and shoulders. “So I’m trusting you three to bring back fancy politicians for it!”

“Even the Kazekage?” Sumire asks, hands to her chest with this hopeful look.

“Even him.” Hanabi nods with a big smile. All three girls crowd together. “Go to the mission center tomorrow morning and they’ll get you your mission details.”

“Ooohh!” Namida squeals, over the moon.

“Hell yeah!” Wasabi pumps her fist, stepping forward. “You can count on us, Hanabi-sensei! We’ll make sure everyone’s safe and sound for the big day!”

“Is Konohamaru-sensei excited?” Namida asks as the three let go of her. Hanabi covers her mouth with a laugh as Eiji scoffs.

“The big dope is beyond excited.” Eiji folds her arms. Wasabi’s already taller than her, and Sumire matches her in height. Hanabi finds this amusing.

“Dope!” Wasabi laughs loudly, holds her stomach even, and Eiji joins her. “Yeah, he kinda is, huh?”

“Wasabi,” Eiji sets a hand on Wasabi’s shoulder, still laughing, “you got no idea what a dope that guy was when we were kids.”

“Stop it!” Namida huffs all pouty, crossing her arms. “Don’t make fun of him that way! That’s Hanabi-sensei’s future husband!”

“No, it’s okay.” Even Hanabi can’t keep back her giggle, shoving Eiji’s shoulder. “Can I tell you a secret?”

All three lean in, giddy.

“He’s kind of a sap.” Wasabi laughs out loud while Sumire and Namida control their giggles. “You’re all still so young, but when you find your person, make sure they’re soft inside.”

“Soft inside,” Sumire muses, tapping her chin.

“Yeah, you know what,” Wasabi steps forward, confident, “if a dude wants to know me, he has to be in touch with his emotions.”

“Wait—really?” Sumire asks, looking taken aback. Even Hanabi has to question it.

“Yes ma’am!” Wasabi declares. “Men who are confident in themselves, that’s the way to go.”

 “I want one who can cry in front of me,” Namida says with all the vindication in her tone.

Hanabi and Eiji cackle, evil and crazy with one another, clutching their stomachs.

“Alright girls, I have to go.” Hanabi shoo’s them away, feeling satisfied with their interaction. Eiji is still laughing as they head to the bridal gown shop, pushes her way in. Eiji even greets the shop keep by name because she became so familiar with the shop for her own wedding. Eiji gets to work pointing out the dress she’s decided she needs to see Hanabi in, and Hanabi just lets her because she’s just happy someone cares enough.

When she looks at herself, she almost tears up.

Not because the robes are particularly beautiful or anything, just because it’s something she’s dreamt about for a long time. For better or worse, Hanabi’s thought of what her wedding would be like since she was old enough to know you could commit your entire life to one other person.

It started with the hope she’d find a beautiful boy who was strong, brave and treated her like a living god. That beautiful boy would sweep her off her feet and commit his entire heart and soul to her. Would never wrong her, would always be there to kiss her cheeks and hug her when she’s sad and jump for joy with her when she’s happy. That silly stuff girls only get to dream about for a little while before reality catches up to them.

Naturally, it turned into something sadder and bleaker. The gut-punching reality that she would never live that fantasy. It was always going to be an arrogant, boring, stuffy man. One who could never make her laugh, whose smile would send unpleasant shivers down her spine, who looked down his nose at her. One that wanted her as his prize. The reality of her situation, especially her. The heiress to the Hyūga needed a fitting husband to have kids with.

Konohamaru broke down all those barriers. It took a long time, a lot of heartache, so, so many tears. Late nights wondering if she’d ever truly be happy. Early mornings wondering if he’d come back to her again. Days when she felt like it was all for nothing, that she should just accept her fate and close off her heart, never let it be squeezed or full or burned again. Really go down that cold heart of neutrality path, as her father had done for so long.

Here she is. Standing in front of a mirror, feeling like that princess. Knowing that beautiful boy is just a call away. That he’s smitten with her just like she always dreamt about, gone for her in a way that only someone deeply in love can be. Even better, it’s exactly how she is for him, too.

Her heart feels bouncy in her chest.

Eiji knocks aggressively on the door and she snaps herself out of her daydreams. They don’t have to be dreams anymore.

“This is the one,” Eiji waves Hinata over to observe and Hanabi nearly chokes when she sees tears in her sister’s eyes.

“Hey!” Hanabi gasps, holding her arms out. “Hey, hey, what—”

“I’ve always just wanted you to be happy,” Hinata breathes out, holding onto Hanabi’s elbows as she comes toe to toe with her. Hanabi looks down at her sister with wide eyes. “I was so worried.”

“I…I am happy,” Hanabi tells her, suddenly feeling guilty.

“I know,” Hinata says in this soft voice, smiling all watery up at her.

Hanabi thinks of all the times she crawled into Hinata’s bed. Crying, sad, or just lonely. Even into their twenties and Hinata’s thirties. Time and time again, every moment life felt like it wronged her, her older sister was always her stone. So she lets Hinata pull her down into a tight hug, trying not to let tears well up in her own eyes, too. Tries not to think about the fact that neither of them had a mother to give them away. She just tries to be grateful that she has this. Her big sister and her best friends. And her beautiful boy.

Hanabi frequently has to pinch her skin to remind herself she’s not dreaming. This is reality.

There’s no doubt in Konohamaru’s mind.

He’s marrying Hanabi in the summer, in the sunshine.

It’s what she’s always deserved, and he doesn’t want to wait a second longer than he has to before officially sealing the deal.

Yeah, it’s definitely something he’s thought about for a long time. He’ll never have any shame in admitting that. Hanabi’s been his dream girl for as long as he’s known her. The moment he watched her make short work of her bullies and put them on the ground, he was gone. Admiration from up close, he thinks. She’s always been the bright spot in his life he chased after, even when she pushed him away. Told him there was no way their worlds could ever connect, and still, all he wanted was her.

Even when he thought maybe he was a little crazy in the head for how much he wanted her, there was no stopping it. Confronting Hiashi and demanding acceptance was always an inevitability. Making her his wife was always her decision. Konohamaru thinks there’s some truth to faith and destiny and all that other crap. It was always meant to be, as sappy as that is.

In movies and T.V., the groom is always a nervous wreck. Konohamaru lets Jun tug at his tie while Naruto reminisces with him, and he feels calm. Everything is just as it should be. He doesn’t have a worried bone in his body, he thinks.

Udon stands in the doorframe with his arms crossed, smiling at Konohamaru.

This world took Konohamaru’s father from him. His grandfather. His uncle. He learned a long time ago that these were the realities of shinobi life. The fourth war had him facing an impossibly terrifying enemy at the tender age of 11. That’s when a lot of them get to have their first near-death experiences. What kept him going were the people in his life he wanted to protect. His mom, Naruto, Udon and Moegi. Hanabi. Every day, Konohamaru swore his life away to make sure those people would be safe.

It feels so much different now with Hanabi, and now the nerves get going inside of him. They’ve been together for a good amount of time, but now he has a duty to not die on her. It’s something they’ve talked about, late-night promises before missions where he tells her he won’t be that reckless kid he once was. Promises that he can’t die. Promises he can’t make. Leaving Hanabi alone in the world terrifies him, especially now that she’s committing to him, really committing to him.

Sometimes, he thinks there’s a reason all of the older shinobi got married and had kids so fast. Naruto and Hinata, Sasuke and Sakura, Shikamaru and Temari, Ino and Sai, and all the others. Fighting directly in the war, there must have been some urgency to pass on their genes and settle down. Look for a sense of normalcy. Konohamaru thinks that just didn’t apply to shinobi his age. The ones who wanted to fight but were forced to stay in the village. Watched the destruction from a distance. Felt the impacts but could do nothing to help. Told they were just kids and their responsibility was to live.

It took a lot longer for him and his own peers to settle. Even Konohamaru is doing it sooner than a lot of kids from his class. Naruto still refers to them as kids as they all near their thirties. Udon’s been a bachelor forever and Moegi’s bounced from guy to guy forever. Even Konohamaru experimented with dating for a while before he realized his heart firmly belonged to Hanabi.

Committing like this feels like a giant leap. It’s one he wants to make, but also one that kind of scares him.

There’s no way Konohamaru can die on Hanabi, not after declaring his love and intention to her father and subsequentially wedding her.

“Are you okay?” Jun asks in a quiet voice, leaning towards him. Snaps Konohamaru from his devastating thoughts.

“You almost died.”

Jun blinks at him with those big yellow eyes, then looks behind him briefly. Naruto’s moved on to Udon to tell him how proud he is of what great men they’ve turned out to be. Jun clears his throat and steps forward. “I’m aware…?”

“Weren’t you terrified?” Konohamaru asks, swallowing hard, knowing he’s being too vague.

“The concept of dying is naturally scary,” Jun says in a disbelieving voice.

“Terrified of leaving Eiji?”

Quiet sweeps over them as Jun purses his lips together. After a moment, Jun nods, stiffly. “Of course I was.”

“So…” Konohamaru doesn’t know how to articulate what he wants to say.

“We’re all shinobi, Konohamaru.” Jun seems to pick up on his hesitancy. “We all know what we sign up for. And we all know who we sign up to be with.”

Konohamaru licks his lips, trying to fight off the dry mouth that threatens. “Right, but…”

“That’s our burden.” Jun reaches up to set a firm hand on his shoulder. Konohamaru thinks of his father. “And their burden, too.”

It’s all perfect, really.

His mom was shooting for something bigger than Naruto and Hinata’s wedding, but even he had to reign her in for it. Naruto, the Hero of the Leaf, was always going to have a giant wedding. Konohamaru’s just happy that he’s standing at a doorway, waiting to see his gorgeous bride under the sunshine.

Somehow they had pulled it together despite it all. When Hanabi emerges from behind the double doors, Konohamaru can finally understand why men cry when they see the love of their life at their wedding.

Hanabi always lit up his world like the firework she was, and today is no exception. She steps out, bashful, and still successfully steals Konohamaru’s breath away. A large, bursting orange Lily tucked behind one ear, her hair pulled into that gem-crusted clip her sister got her as a gift for graduating to genin, and the aquamarine pendant centered in her neckline that he had gotten her nearly ten years ago for her birthday. The kimono matches, with swirling bright red and orange patterning, looking like the warm glow of the sun she is.

He blinks, resists rubbing his eyes.

“Getting a good look?”

Even now, she teases him as she spins, holding up her arms. He reaches out with his hands, and she readily takes them, letting him pull her in close. There’s nothing more he wants than to carry her away and be alone with her, but it’s the big day.

“Perfection,” he whispers against her lips, not quite connecting, but close enough to feel each other's breaths.

“You don’t look so bad,” she snickers, stepping away. “Glad you don’t look boring.”

Konohamaru smirks as he thinks back to that day. The day Hanabi planted a kiss on his lips, hidden in a hallway like the stupid teenagers they were, starting their game of tag. Naruto and Hinata’s wedding day, he wore a suit and tie, and she wore slightly dressier robes.

“And you look stunning,” he tells her, excitement in his chest like that teenager he once was that he can still make her cheeks pink.

“Ready?”

“For a long time.”

When she kisses him, it feels like her life finally begins.

All of her life she was told to be better. Work harder. Fight. Lead. Strength. There was no path for weakness, except when she was with Konohamaru. Now she lets the burning, yet sweet liquid of sake slide down her throat as she’s declared his wife. She throws her hands up to cheer, and someone behind her, maybe her sister or Eiji, takes the small cup from her hand. His arms encase her entire back as he pulls her right against his chest and lifts her up.

Inside, she knows the little girl in her is satisfied.

Once upon a time, Hanabi was just that starry-eyed girl, read fairy tales like all the other little girls of the village before they start training to become kunoichi. The protagonist always finds that perfect person. Natsu cradled her in her arms and promised her that her happily ever after would come. Tadashi reassured her she was doing everything right. Tora-sensei guided her when she finally made it to the real shinobi world. Eiji and Jun made sure every piece of her stayed together, no matter how hard things got.

“I thought we’d run away together,” she says to him when it’s all over and they’re falling into bed, the first night as what she thought once impossible: newlyweds.

“Yeah?” he whispers, his lips trailing along her neck as she pushes the robes off his shoulders.

“I never thought we’d make it here.” It’s not a new conversation, far from it. It’s old news now, but he still laughs, because it’s okay to laugh now.

“Where would we have gone?”

“A coastal place.” She giggles as one hand wraps around the back of her neck to keep her from pulling too far away. “Elope without anyone knowing. Leave it all behind.”

“Eloping,” he repeats back between kisses.

“I’ve wanted this forever,” she sighs, happy and dreamy, nothing but good feelings rising inside of her.

“I’ve wanted you forever.” She shivers at the way he says it right in her ear, the warmth of his breath against it.

“You have me now.” He pulls away just enough to look at her and she feels like she’s glowing under his gaze.

“You and me,” he tells her with such sincerity, she wants to melt.

All she’d ever dreamt about was a beautiful boy, and that beautiful boy giving her the whole world.

Hanabi thinks her whole world is Konohamaru.

He’s all hers, and she’s all his. They don’t even have to say ‘I love you’s, because it’s just a given.

All of the fights, all of the pain, all of the waiting, it all ends in something beautiful.

Starting their lives together like this feels like a fever dream, but it’s her reality.

Hanabi lets Konohamaru conform to her, and all she can do is let happy tears and bubbly laughter pour out of her while he holds onto her like his life depends on it, kisses away her tears and laughs, too.

A/N: Ya'll, my writer friend has gifted me a HanaKono fic. Please, if you have time, give it a read.

If you made it this far, thank you! I'm an interactive writer, so if you leave a comment, you will get an enthusiastic response! And remember, it is NOT cringe to leave a comment on early chapters of an in-progress fic, or on a fic that is completed. I guarantee you that if you leave a comment, no matter what, the author will be over the moon. Feedback is love, feedback is life &lt;3

#naruto #konohana #konohamaru x hanabi #konohamaru sarutobi #hanabi hyuuga #hyuuga hanabi #sarutobi konohamaru #hanakono #naruto fanfic #naruto fanfiction #konohana fanfic #hyuga hanabi #hanabi hyuga #year of the otp #yotp #fluff #fluff fanfic #idiots in love #dorks in love

[cpirits]

(( @sinsofshinobi said [ "Ramen... burger?" Naruto asked with a blink, looking at the flier that Boruto had presented him. Kaminari Burger were known for their unusual concoctions for burgers but this was one completely out of left field. Still, Naruto was intrigued. ]

UNPROMPTED // accepting

Shaking the flyer at his Father again in his office, Boruto smiled from ear to ear, eyes lighting up. "Yeah!! It's super popular in the village right now!! I'd love to go try one with you, Tou-chan." He figured this would get the old man to spend time with him, and Boruto only hoped that Kawaki wouldn't tag along.

#mind: Boruto ( the sun ) #sinsofshinobi #( sinsofshinobi // Naruto ) #*// Boruto V ( main ) #『 beep beep on the coil // asks 』 #『 route locked // in character 』

[shearbolt]

A Trash Day Mini-Fic inspired by TS Sarada

The sun daring to shine feels like just another slap to an already-bruised face, but Sarada gets up just like she did yesterday and the day before that and the day before that.

She pulls on her striped undershirt and red dress, ties the scarf around her neck, belts on her pouch with the frivolous little fringe, once so cute when she bought it now feeling childish, out of place.

But she has to pretend she lives in the same reality as everyone else, doesn’t she?

Her mother is already awake, reviewing medical charts at their kitchen table. Shikamaru didn’t call it house arrest, but not using the words didn’t make them any less accurate.

“Just until we clear you,” his mouth had said. Just until we make sure you’re not a traitor like your husband, his eyes had said.

Three weeks now. Kinda hard to investigate the Hokage’s murder when one of the village’s most talented information-gathering shinobi had disappeared with the perpetrator.

Supposed perpetrator. She knew Boruto didn’t do it, but it felt like she was the only one other than Sumire and the last time they’d seen each other was at the Hokage’s funeral, too afraid to say anything to one another. Too afraid to be heard. To be seen.

Sakura’s head pops up when she walks in the room, her face appearing as fresh and young as ever, her eyes weary and far away. “Do you mind taking the trash out after breakfast?”

“Yeah, sure!” Sarada tries to put on her best smile, the one that shouldn’t worry anyone. She grabs the bag.

“Sweetie, after breakfast,” her mother says, pointing at the rice cooker steaming on their counter.

“I just need some fresh air before I think of eating. I’ll be right back,” she says, grabbing the black plastic bag by the door and slipping outside.

Suffocating.

She feels like she’s suffocating.

The air around her is thick with lies.

She shoves the bag into the hallway garbage chute and heads out into the early morning.

After Lord Hokage’s funeral, village life seemed to fossilize. Proof of existence without any life. Down the long street, all she sees are bags of garbage waiting to be picked up, not a soul in sight.

Early morning feels like the only time she can go outside. The whispers that started when her teammate and father disappeared seem to grow louder every day, exponential rumors.

There goes the Uchiha girl.

Crossed arms and eyes cast down, her heels click on the brick walkway, taking her past the taiyaki shop where she’ll never eat again despite her growling stomach.

She rubs her bare arms, wishing she’d grabbed a jacket.

But despite the chill, Sarada doesn’t turn back. Doesn’t stop. The shops and stores melt away as she moves into the residential area, real houses unlike the Uchiha’s apartment, their blinds still closed.

She doesn’t realize where she’s heading until she passes a familiar corner with a white fence, one she’d walked around a hundred times

Unlike the other houses on the street with their single bags of trash and neatly assorted recyclables, the Uzumaki residence’s curb is piled with bags, old furniture, baby toys that must have been stored in the attic.

It’d only been a week ago that she’d run into Hima at the grocery store, the brightness gone from her familiar blue eyes.

A bag of leaks, rice, and roasted pork hanging heavily from her hands, Hima had told her the news.

“He’s right that it’s too big for the two of us,” she said, looking down at the sidewalk. “And it’s not safe for me to be home alone so often. So, he wants me to go live with Aunt Hanabi and he’s going to clean out the house and get an apartment in Mitsuki’s complex.”

Sarada cooed sympathetically, a hand rubbing her shoulder. At list Hima, of all people, didn’t hate her. Not yet at least.

“Are you okay with that?”

The poor girl had lost her parents, her “adopted” brother, now her home?

“I…” Both hands grab onto the shopping bag, twisting it tightly. Had no one asked her before? “I just didn’t think Kawaki would ever want us to be apart,” she says at last.

As she looked down at the dark-haired girl, she wanted to scream.

No, HE’D never want to be away from you. Your BROTHER would never send you away. Why can’t you see? Why can no one see?

Suffocating. She was suffocating.

But she settled for pulling her into a hug, giving Sarada enough time to blink back her own tears.

She hadn’t thought of it much since then. Or she hadn’t WANTED to think about it much since then, one more wrong in a world where nothing was right. But here it is before her, undeniable.

No more Uzumaki home.

The place where she’d celebrated birthdays, slept when her mother worked late, picked up Boruto for training on so many mornings.

Somewhere in the back of her mind, the round house with its red roof had always felt like a real home to her. A place where there was always a mother in the kitchen, a father at work, other children to play with.

And even if no one else remembers those days, Sarada does. Her memories belong to her as much as her flesh and blood. A wave of possessiveness washes over her.

As sneakily as she can for someone who is both a ninja and an upset twelve-year-old girl, Sarada dashes across the road to the pile of trash. Her hands land on the black plastic warmed by the morning sun.

She pokes and prods the trash, trying to figure out what’s inside. What is Kawaki throwing out? What is he trying to hide? Finally settling on one that feels soft and squishy, Sarada picks at the knot in the bag and sticks her hand inside.

“Hey! Who’s out there?”

The voice forms ice in her veins. It’s the same voice that informed her she was going to die only weeks earlier. The same voice that everyone else now seems to trust.

On the second floor, a window slams shut.

Her fingers grab onto the fabric, the first thing she touches in the bag and then she runs as fast as her feet can carry her. She’s down the block, around the corner, and with her back pressed against the white fence before she finally looks down at the black fabric in her hands.

Black fabric.

She turns it over.

Pink stripes.

Red swirl on the back.

With a grateful sob, Sarada buries her face into one of Boruto’s jackets and inhales the familiar scent of Hinata’s laundry detergent.

For the first time in weeks, she feels as though she can breathe.

#sarada uchiha #sarada #borusara #TSBoruto #Angst

[cat-of-the-anbu]

The Snake Sage

Canon compliant, canon divergent, and alternate universe friendly Mitsuki.

The son of Orochimaru, made with a cloning technique, he was put through a "lesson of independence", in which he unlocked sage transformation. Mitsuki moved to Konoha after Orochimaru planted Boruto's existence into Mitsuki's mind. He wanted to find out if Boruto was indeed the sun to his moon. He keeps contact with his parent when able.

Tags for Mitsuki: [smile my sun]

#mod speaks #ooc post #character building #mitsuki #mitsuki boruto

[opens-up-4-nobody]

Boruto things that made me lose my mind (ep 41-62):

Sarada: We will be the new team 7 and surpass the old team 7!!! (Sarada... the old team 7 disbanded after ur dad tried to murder naurto, they were an absolute cluster fuck)

The melodrama of shikadai and this noble thief kid is A LOT

Shikamaru & naruto: this lack of child soldiers is becoming a problem, we better commission some propaganda

I adore that naruto is still a genin (but maybe fucking tell ur kid that so he doesn't feel so much pressure to become a chunin? That youll love him not matter what?)

Why the fuck does naruto have so much to do? Why doesn't konoha deligate tasks???

Konohamaru: I guess I have no choice but to tell u 3 children about this top secret info...

Mitsuki @ boruto at all times: 🥰 my sun 🌞

Naruto 🤝 Boruto: sasuke is so cool ✨️

SASUKE DIDNT EVEN KNO BORUTO'S NAME HAHAHAHAHA WHAT A LEGEND

I would kill to see Naruto and sasuke's email exchanges

God. Naruto. What did they do to you? What happened? Why r u like this? (It's bc the village is still a cursed chakra tree)

I dont understand why I'm supposed to find scientific ninja tool evil. It's like the same as being mad at people who use summoning jutsu in fights??? Or people who enhance their abilities with food pills???? Or ppl who can control tailed beasts????? Kids are literally taught to cheat on exams??????

Unironically. Chocho talks so much like my sister it's insane. I guess it's the unabashed ego and entitlement. But chocho isn't mean

OK. OK. I get the whole "there's no shortcut to greatness, u have to work hard" thing but it's fucking insane in the context of the ninja world bc the shinobi r historically bunch of bloody cut throats who will do anything to get ahead. INCLUDING CAPTURING TAILED BEASTS FOR THEIR POWER. HELLO??? THAT'S A FUCKING SHORT CUT TO GREATNESS. So maybe fuck off abt being so much better than the otsusuki when ur a living embodiment of that history, Naruto

#its so weird. i dont understand how im meant to feel abt any of this #wtf is wrong with naruto? y make him such a terrible dad if not to point out how fucked up konoha is? #i have no idea what were building toward #but i find it funny that just by whats on screen sasuke hangs out more with boruto than sarada lol #and somehow i feel like hes doing less damage to his kid than naruto is #boruto truely is a cursed timeline #boruto #naruto #naruto ramblings

[instaquarius]

For Full Res

Since this asshole @theonephun211 (Aka my fiance) decided to watch ALL of Naruto from the OG, Shippuden and into Boruto ((and got me somehow back into the series/fandom again, rewatching the entire show WITH him) I decided to share this old ass drawing I'm still kind of proud of despite years later (This was made back in April 17, 2020) It was for a Narusaku zine thing-

I think I finished this around Novembr of last year based on the Evillous Chronicles series of songs from Vocaloid  (More specifically the Servant of Evil verse with Len Kagamine song cuz I'm absolutely obsessed with the song even though it always gets me so damn emotional and crying lol)

Lyrics works best while reading if you also listen to the Classical version of The Servant of Evil (no vocals)</i>

"Naruto:

You're the Queen of the country,

And I am your loyal servant.

We were two star-crossed lovers

That Destiny tore apart.

Oh, my Queen, in order to shield thee

from dangers evil call,

I will slay, I will kill, I’ll become evil for you

Sixteen years ago, we were born into this Hell called Life.

Both praised and blessed by the people and the Church bells

Our parents planned just how we'd be of best use

Then they split our future in two, there was nothing we could do

They can call you their enemy or curse all they want

They can brandish their swords and be out on the hunt

Never fear, never cry, I will always be near

I'll protect you from the shadows so you'll smile, and be at peace

One peaceful day, in the village of Suna nearby

Unbeknownst to me, her eyes locked onto me

A fair maiden with bright purple eyes, my Queen saw

Jealousy had tainted her otherwise, pure heart

Oh my Queen, you have me as your loyal servant alone

We were fated, yet torn apart, when our futures should have shone

Oh, my Queen, in order to shield thee from everything that hurts

I'll do as you say, even sacrifice all I have

That girl had fallen so deeply in love with thee

For my Queen gave thee orders, “That girl must die!”

I will answer her wishes, so that her mind shall ease

But curiosity lingered, just who was she?

Oh my Queen, you only need me, your faithful, loyal servant

We were star-crossed lovers, always meant to be

“Oh, my Queen, today's lunch is brioche, dattebayo” 

I say your favorite line and you smile, so very innocent and without flaw

Very soon the country shall end with everything that you were

Threatening to kill the Queen, to move on to a new age

"Retribution" is what they are calling, for what they will commit

But I’ll bet they never knew I will always try to protect you…

"Here are my spare clothes, now wear these and run.

Don’t look back at me, and don’t talk to anyone.

It is fine, I have this potion, and I will be here when they strike

They won't know you are gone because I will pretend to be you”

Oh, now I am the Queen, and you are a fugitive

We were lovers, whos red thread was never supposed to break

If they wanna call you evil, well, I know someone just like you

For I am evil, I take the blame, because our blood is just the same

Once upon a time in a country far away

Where a lot of crimes were committed every single day,

My very beautiful Sakura-chan, who was only sixteen years of age

Was crowned as the Queen, and she used to reign

Naruto: They can swear you their enemy, or curse all they want

(Sakura: Finally, long awaited, the time had come)

Naruto: They can brandish their swords, and be out on the hunt

(Sakura: The deafening chimes sounded a little bit glum)

Naruto: Never fear, never cry, I will always be near

(Sakura: The crowd showed not a sign of sympathy)

Naruto: Let not your smile, my sun, turn into icy tears

(Sakura: Grinning to the world, you spoke my favorite line while on your knees...)

Naruto: "Oh, its time for lunch dattebayo"

*Sound of guillotine falling*

Narrator:

She was the queen of the country and he was a servant of hers

They were lovers, fated, but cruel destiny ripped them apart

When the crowds vanish, the Queen stands to weep

Now left all alone she realizes her mistakes..

Sakura:

Now I am alone with no one else to hold 

Far away from the world I once knew

You’re not here with me so I’ll leave it to the sea 

To tell you how much I miss you

"Somehow in our next life, if we ever meet again Let us play together again, and fall in love once more...""

#old art #narusaku #repost #reposting old art #song parody #naruto #naruto uzumaki #sakura haruno #servant of evil #servant of evil parody #len and rin kagamine #naruto fanart #still proud of this old ass thing from 3 years ago #also i wish i can remember how the fuck I did this coloring style #it's so pretty #naruto is len kagamine #sakura is taking the place of rin kagamine #lyric art #song inspired art