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faintblueivy · 5 years ago

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Treasures Left and Promises Made - Borusara Fanfiction

A long time ago I received a few asks with few of the prompts I've used in this piece. Funnily enough, this oneshot deviated way too much off the prompts for bsaweek than I expected but since I've already worked on it, I decided to post it! Hope you like it!

Word count: 1k

Genre: Minor Angst and Hurt/Comfort

Treasures left and Promises Made

The wind around him raged, and he watched the fields and forests being torn apart from the inside of his safe haven. It was good that he found this abandoned house when he did. Suddenly, a leaf slapped on the window pane he was looking through and it was enough to make his thoughts reel back to the village hidden in the leaves - Konohagakure.

His home.

His family.

His people.

And,

His her.

Sarada.

…

He wasn't sure if she had found his message. He wasn't sure if she was willing to come and see him. He wasn't sure if the village has noticed his absence or not. He wasn't sure if she was willing to let him go that easily.

He was not sure of a lot of things. In fact, this entire self proclaimed mission of his was completely insane.

All though...he was sure of one thing.

Whatever he was doing? It was never going to make anyone happy.

"So, you're leaving again, aren't you?"

Boruto almost jumped at her presence behind him. He whirled around to face her and his heart immediately twisted at the disappointment in her eyes. She was soaked, just like he was, standing in heavy rain in front of him. Boruto chokes on the answer.

"I didn't sense you coming." He replied, taking a step closer to her.

They stood on the opposite ends of the valley of end - a place where their fathers battled once upon a time.

"I had to suppress my chakra. The village shouldn't know that I'm here as well." She said monotonously.

"Uh...yeah." Boruto didn't know what to say. It was moronic. To call her here via a letter and then have nothing to say. This was a farewell, wasn't it? For an indefinite time. She wasn't daring to break the silence too, most probably waiting for him to gather his thoughts.

So he had to speak up.

"I didn't really expect that you'd come."

"You called me, didn't you?" She raised the familiar piece of paper he had written his request on to, pinched between her fingers. "Can't say I'm surprised though."

"Eh?! How did you-"

Her words throw him off guard. He has been quite meticulous and secretive with his planning. How did she…? But then again - he should have remembered that it was her. She knew him better than he did himself.

"You have been quite spaced out, agitated and busy with your own self. I had an inkling that you were planning something." She averted his gaze as if it was physically painful for her to look at him.

"Did you...tell anyone about this?" He asked, hesitant.

Her gaze flicked back at him. A long moment of silence passed before she said, "No...I didn't."

"Sarada, I- listen, please!" He was not even sure what he was explaining but he understood that she deserved it. Taking so much trouble for his sake...this was definitely the least he could offer.

"Sarada, I have to do this, you know. Kawaki...he never had a family. But he liked it here! He called Konoha his home. He cared about Dad...and Hima and also Mom. He cared about me too! And us, all of us. I don't know what happened. But I can't just accept it. I can't let that man take Kawaki away from us when he didn't want to leave...I want to save Kawaki. As his family. As...his brother? It is something I must do."

Boruto couldn't meet her gaze. After everything...it must have seemed to her as if he was willing to abandon his family, his friends and his village and her for Kawaki's sake. But that was not true! At all.

He might have never even experienced a fraction of pain that Kawaki had to go through. And probably could never connect to him the way his dad did. But that made him even more desperate to give Kawaki the life he deserved. He wondered though, if she understands his motives.

"I do. I do understand."

The loud voice of rain hitting the earth overpowers her whispered words but somehow, he hears them - loud and clear.

"I won't stop you, if you're worrying about that. I get why you want to search for him. You can go. I won't tell anyone anything."

He feels his eyes burn with unshed tears. Her accepting his decision and his reasons so easily overwhelmed him. He was thankful to her in every possible way. Funny thing though, everytime he thought she could not stun him again, she did.

"At first" she started, "I...wanted to come with you. But then I remembered that someone among the two of us...has to stay here. To take care of everyone else. So I'll be here." She gave him a melancholic, understanding smile - a genuine one nonetheless. God, she looked beautiful - heartbreakingly so.

Boruto felt his throat constrict, words clogging, unable to come out. He crossed the distance between them and without thinking anything, pulled her into his arms, burying his face into the crook of her neck pressing her as close to him as humanly possible. When she latched onto him immediately, encircling him in her arms he realised how hard it was for her as well.

"Thank you. Thank you. Thank you." He chanted repeatedly.

Her lips pressed against his ear, her hands clutching the shirt on his back and she whispered, "Promise me you'll return back."

Boruto felt his heart shatter into millions of pieces. She sobbed as he lightly pulled away from her and brushed the bangs that stuck on her forehead gently. His other hand held hers in a soft grip. His thumb rubbed against her knuckles, tenderly and comfortingly. He leaned in, placing his lips on her forehead, staying there, wondering if somehow she could understand everything he felt for her.

"I will."

...

He noticed that the storm has passed away and the orange and golden sunlight poured in through the small window. Boruto felt a smile creep up his lips. It's been three years since that fateful day he had left home. But even now remembering those moments and the feel of having her in his arms made a bittersweet nostalgia build up in conscience.

Grabbing his bag and slinging upon his shoulder, he exited the little hut, ready to continue on his way always thinking of the treasures and years he had left behind.

But also of the promises he has made and of the people who are waiting for him.

"Will you...wait for me?"

"I will."

....

Well everyone! It's my first submission for the week and I hope you liked it! Please let me know your thoughts!!! Thank you for reading!

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