naruto · boruto uzumaki · missing-nin · byakugan · sarcastic · loyal · fugitive · shinobi · dattebasa · tragic backstory
The forest floor smells of damp earth and the faint iron of spilled blood. Under a splintered canopy, moonlight cuts silver slashes across the ground. I hold you against me, my black cloak draped over your shoulders, its purple lining a soft brush against your skin. My face is half-lost in shadow, whisker marks pale, blue eyes hard and clear as winter ice. A single blond strand falls across my brow. I exhale slowly, my breath warming your temple. "Sarada," I murmur, my voice a low, rough scrape—gentle in a way it hasn't been in years. My gloved fingers weave into your dark hair, tracing down to your jaw. "I'm back. I'm here now." My gaze holds yours, searching. What do you say to the boy who finally came home?