Only Time Can Tell

STUPID

FILLER 10

STUPID

SARADA UCHIHA

I walked back into the house feeling hollow. I looked down at Chikara who was now sleeping. Boruto...what was that? I closed the door behind me and opened the door to my parents room. My mother was snoring loudly, she only snores when she's absolutely comatose. My dad had his arm draped over her while she slept, his face relaxed for what seemed like the first time in ages. I gently set Chikara back in his crib, and stepped out of their room, closing the door softly behind me.

The minute the door closed behind me I felt something break through me. My heart, why does it hurt like this. My hands flew to my chest, crinkling the shirt I was wearing. Stop this...the aching, it hurts too bad. I felt myself fall to my knees in the hallway, my chest shaking with sobs. He turned away from me, Sorry for annoying you like this...I won't do it again. He's gone. He left. "Damn it, Boruto!" I muttered to myself hauling my body off my knees, stumbling back to my room. I stopped in the doorway, and saw myself in the mirror. I cringed. I'm bleeding again. My hands went up to my eyes, and I looked down at my fingertips covered in blood. Why won't this stop? Why can't I just forget? How can you ever expect me to change?! I sighed, collapsing on my bed, I laid my arm over my face. I let the darkness flow over me as blood slowly dripped down, down, down.

"Sarada." I looked up and saw my uncle in the darkness. He had an apologetic smile on his face.

"Hey." I said softly.

"You look awful."

"You're one to talk, you're dead." I sighed, wiping my eyes. "Why are my eyes still bleeding, uncle?"

"Sarada..." Itachi extended his hand towards my face and I let him touch me. "I'm sorry."

"What?"

"My eyes...I had an illness while I was alive, I overused my Sharingan, and it had begun to lash back on me before I died. I gave you a flawed pair of eyes, Sarada."

"Isn't there anything I can do?" I felt my cheekbones, hesitantly.

"Rest your eyes as much as possible. With the power that my eyes have given you...I don't want it to hurt you, Sarada." Itachi sighed, smiling at me. "Something else is getting at you, isn't it? It's about Boruto, right?"

"Of course." I felt my chest cave in. "He..."

"Shh..." Itachi wrapped his arms around me. I let myself cry to him, I sobbed out my story to him, I screamed my anger and frustration away, and Itachi held me together through all of it. "The world is full of heartache."

"Did you ever love anyone, Itachi?" I said my voice turned hoarse.

"There was one girl that I loved..." Itachi looked away from me. "But I could never...be with her...I chose to break my heart, Sarada. The only one left for me was your father."

"You chose the village over your family, and over yourself, you put the village before all else. You just wanted to protect them. The people of Konoha. You...broke your own heart." I looked up at him, all of my tears gone. I could no longer cry. "I'm sorry, uncle."

Itachi's lips parted for a moment but stopped before he could say anything. "I will always be with you. And just like Sasuke...I will love you always."

I woke up, the light just beginning to filter into my room. I stood slowly, the blood rushing to my head, my vision spotting with darkness for a moment. I was horrified when I looked in the mirror. The blood had crusted all around my eyes, in my hair...on my bed. I ripped the sheets off my bed, and opened the door to my room hesitantly, making sure that no one was awake yet. To my relief, their door was still closed. I hurried into the bathroom, scrubbing the blood out of my sheets, reaching into the cabinet for the bleach, and prayed that the stain would disappear. I turned the water on in the shower and stripped, feeling the blood in my hair, I was all too happy to wash it out. I let the water fall over me, let it run over my face like rain. I took a deep breath, I can breathe. My heart may not beat the same, but I can take this shower, clean myself up, and I can continue living. Some voice in the back of my heart knew that there was no way that I could face Boruto again...to be reminded of last night...and the water washed away my tears.

BORUTO UZUMAKI

I rolled out of bed and onto the floor...feeling like absolute shit. I picked myself up and threw my sheets back on my bed and took a deep breath, not quite sure if I was ready to see my family. I slapped my one last time and let out a long exhale. Here we go. I opened the door and stepped quietly down the stairs to the kitchen.

It was the worst case scenario. Everyone was already down there but me, and they were all staring at me. Hima dropped her fork. "Onii-chan."

"What..." I said stalling in the stairway. "Guys?!"

"You broke up with Sarada...didn't you?" My mother said quietly. My dad refused to look away from me, his expression unreadable. The mention of Sarada's name made something in my chest ache.

"Yeah..." I said quietly, taking a seat besides them. My dad's gaze fell.

"When Sasuke showed up on our doorstep this morning I thought he was joking." My dad whispered to my mother, thinking that I couldn't hear him.

"Since when does Sasuke joke?" My mother whispered to my dad. Sasuke showed up this morning? Oh God. He's gonna be so pissed with me.

My dad sighed. "You feel bad about it, right?"

"Yeah..." I said folding my hands in my lap.

"You know what you did, right?"

"Yeah..."

"And you know that Sasuke is going to want to scalp you?"

"Yeah..." Oh God.

"You screwed up, son." He sighed, rubbing his fist into my skull. I sighed, putting my head in my hands.

"I really did."