~ Authors Note ~

Part I

Hello everyone out there, I've finally gotten around to writing outside of my standard norm with this. Be warned that I've never written fanfiction for Naruto before so it's kinda new for me and I'll try to keep everyone in character. Actually, I just got this idea by reading a fanfiction and decided that this would be an interesting twist. I'm not much of a Narusaku fan or a Sasuhina fan. However, I loved the idea of this and decided to bring it to life. This is gonna be a two-shot I'm thinking and if I need a third I will. Anyways, I hope you like this, make sure to favorite this and comment down below. Also tell me if everyone's acting the way they should.

What do you do when it feels like your world is on fire and the remains are nothing but burning meteorites hurdling straight for you at a hundred miles a minute? How the hell am I supposed to know!? It's what's happening to me right now and all I want to do is crawl under my bed sheets and cry like a baby, not that I ever would admit that to anyone. I've got a reputation to keep after all.

Still, I can't help but wonder it. How did everything turn out like this? One minute everything's fine, Sarada and I are sparring down at the training fields and the next we're sitting down at my kitchen table in the middle of a discussion that's basically the end of everything we've known out whole lives. Glancing at Sarada from the corner of my eyes, I notice how pale... okay, how much paler she's gotten.

I don't even know how it's possibly to get paler than that, she's practically the color of freshly fallen snow. Then again, I doubt that I'm looking much better. Hell, I'm digging a kunai into the kitchen table to keep my cool. Everyone's eyes are on us, gauging our reactions I guess. Whatever, I keep my head lower with only an up close view of the wood and slight movement in my peripheral vision.

Sarada and I don't dare to make a sound, we both understand what our parents have just said. The shifting of my little sister Himawari in her chair beside me is all I need to know that she doesn't. They're gonna have to clarify and I really don't want the absolute conclusion. With this vague non-specific's I can still pretend, at least for a little while longer, but when they say it... When she asks—

"Mommy? Daddy?" she asks, her sweet voice carrying through the room like a sweet melody. Even without lifting my head, I know she's glanced from Mom to Dad and back over a few times. "W-what are you saying?"

The blood in my veins turns to ice. I can't hear a things over the pounding in my ears and the roar of blood in my veins. Run. Yes, that's all I want in the moment, not to be noticed, not to get Dad's attention, just to run and hide like a child. Anything to get away from this suffocating room, I fee like I'm on fire, Like the walls are closing in on me and the air's so hot and heavy that I can't breathe.

"Um... Y-you see honey, things aren't always..." Mom's voice halted. I bit back a smirk of scorn. Hating the sense of irony welling, she has no idea what the hell to say to us. They make the three of us gather in the room to tell us that they're getting divorced. That things were weren't working out between them and that they liked each other. Mom and Uncle Sasuke and Dad and Aunt Sakura.

One big happy fucking family.

Resisting the urge to roll my eyes, I continue defacing the table while the four 'grownups' attempt to find a light way of breaking the news to Himawari that Mommy and Daddy no longer love each other.

"You see Himawari," Sakura pipes in, trying to sort this out. "Things don't always work out and that doesn't mean that they don't care for each other, it just means that they would be better apart. Do you understand?"

Still not looking up, I know Himawari is scratching behind her head in innocent confusion with her teeth sunk in her lips. "I think so."

"That's good," I can hear the smile and relief in Mom's voice.

A cold chill rushes over me as a shiver runs down my spine. That can only mean one thing, Sasuke has his eyes fixed on us. Sarada is a rigid as a plank beside me, not even breathing deep so as not to draw unwanted attention.

"We've heard from Himawari. How about you two? You both haven't uttered a word since we told you," his voice was flat, cold, and emotionless. I wanted to knock all of his teeth out right now, but I restrained myself. Silence was the only response until finally Sarada spoke.

"I-I uh... I think it's great. You all deserve to be happy, even if it's not with each other," her voice was shaky, like she was unsure of herself. Like she didn't even have the right to speak. As for me, I was angry, I was confused, I was afraid. What happens next for us: Sarada, Himawari, and I? While Mom and Sasuke hook it up and have children of their own while Dad and Sakura do the same?

Where do we fit in all of this? What are we in this whole mess? Mistakes? Blessings? Urgh! It's all so confusing, it's making my head hurt and I can feel a hard lump welling in my throat. My eyes are burning. Damn it all, I'm just about to cry. No way, I will not cry. Not here and certainly not with the four of them watching me fall apart. I have to stay strong, for Sarada and especially for Himawari.

"—uto? Boruto!? BOLT!" a voice shouted my name. Barely stopping myself from jumping, I glance up to see Sakura looking at me with annoyance flickering across her face. Guess I was spaced out longer than I thought. Not that I give a damn that she's irritated, after all, she's part of the reason for all of this and will be blamed like the other in my eyes.

"What...?" my voice is deep and gravely from my emotions. I keep those in check.

"Son," I almost flinch when Dad says that, looking at me with those blue eyes that I inherited from him. The ones that seem to look into your very soul and make you want to speak your hearts content. "What are you thinking?"

What am I thinking? I give a humorless laugh. "Trust me," I say coldly. "You don't want to know what I'm thinking."

"Of course we do," Dad replies, eyes still purging my soul. "It's not good to dwell of these kind of things. Plus, I'm sure you feel a heck of a lot better after you get it off your chest."

My lip involuntarily curls, my annoyance flaring to an all time high."All I'm thinking about is how much you all must hate having to deal with the worthless products of your failed relationships. How much easier things would be if none of us even existed to screw everything up."

Just like that, everyone froze like I'd just told them that there was about to be a Fifth Shinobi War. Time seemed to freeze and before anyone could react, I shot up from my chair and darting from the Hokage's house. After all, what did it matter anyways? Everything I've known my entire like is falling apart around me. What about the three of us? That's all that replays in my head.

I ran and ran and ran without any direction in mind. When I finally stopped for a breath, I found myself at the Ninja Academy. The last place anyone would expect to find me. Tearing my eyes away from the building, I noticed the lone swing dangling from the branch of a tree. Trudging over to it, I sat down, resting my head against the worn and fraying rope.

When the sound of footsteps stop inches from me, I don't bother to acknowledge whoever it is.

"Boruto," I hear my name. It's Sarada, guess she ran out right after me, huh?

Taking a deep breathing, I sigh. "What are you thinking."

Sadara shakes her head, running a hand through her sleek black bangs. "I-I don't know Bolt," she sits down on the dirt beside the swing. "Probably the same thing you were, I just didn't have the guts to say it. How much is everything going to change when your Dad and my mom and my dad and your mom..."

Shaking my head, defeated. "A lot. We're going to be in the way, when they marry each other, they'll eventually want kids of their own, kids they created together. Not their spouses former kid or kids in Himawari and my case. We're the odd one's out. The one's in the middle. Damn it!" I'm grinding my teeth now.

"Everyone was speechless," Sarada laughs. "None of them had a clue what to do or say to that."

"Isn't that what I'm known for? Leaving people speechless?" I ask, trying to lighten the mood. Even though we both know that nothing's going to help out situation. This is a loosing battle and both she and I know it, it's all denial now.

A creepy laugh has me and Sarada on our feet in less that a second, armed with kunai's in each hand. Back behind the swing where I was just sitting is a pale man with strange purple markings on his face, ghostly pale skin, and long dark hair the falls past his waist. He looks like a human snake thing, wait a minute... No, no, no! This, it can't be is it? Mitsuki's dad? Mom? Birther? Whatever, never mind.

"Orochimaru," Sarada growls, clutching the weapons handle tighter. "What are you doing here?"

He regards her with amusement. "Ah, Sarada Uchiha. Daughter of medical ninja Sakura Haruno and the sole survivor Sasuke Uchiha," his gaze shifts to me, a feral grin on his lips. "And Boruto Uzumaki. Son of Hyuga Heiress Hinata Hyuga and the 7th Hokage and the nine-tails Jinchūriki Naruto Uzumaki. Hmm, what a pair to come across in these... hard times."

He smiles knowingly as my glare deepens. This is the last thing I need to deal with, I'm already pissed off and this stupid snake freak isn't making it better. All that he's done is make me want his head as an item to hang over a fireplace.

"Shut the hell up already you annoying snake freak!" I shout, glaring with all my anger, and what does he do? That little shit laughs like it's the funniest thing he's ever seen.

"That's it, I'm taking you down! You picked the wrong day to step to me," I'm just about lunge when Sarada catches the sleeve of my jacket. She glances at me and as we make eye contact, I know what she's thinking exactly.

Orochimaru's baiting you Bolt. He's one of the legendary Sannin like Jiraiya who was a toad sage and the guy who trained your dad and Lady Tsunade who was the 5th Hokage and a slug summoner.

Narrowing my eyes. We can't just sit here and do nothing like sitting ducks Sarada. The guy's evil and who know what reason he may want us for.

I know that Bolt, but we can't just run at him blindly. This has to be a calculated attack and I think I already know a way to take him down. It'll just take a minute to get things going. While he's here, maybe we can find out what he wants.

Reluctantly, I follow along with Sarada. Relaxing my stance and lowering my weapon, I'm just as curious as she is. I mean why would a sannin be in Konoha looking for Sarada and me? It brought up a lot of questions.

The knowing smile on Orochimaru's face never wavers.

"You have a minute at most to tell us why you're here before Bolt and I start attacking so you'd better make it good," Sarada threatens him, sharingan activated. Orochimaru sighs, holding his hands up in a non-threatening way.

"A little snake told me about the trouble in paradise for you two and seeing as I was close with your father Sarada, I merely came to see how you were dealing. I also feel sorry for you young-lings as your parents will start new families that won't be yours anymore."

Gritting my teeth, I try to keep from telling that freak to shut the hell up, dattebasa!

He glances at the ground before looking to me. "My, how angry you are Boruto. You're a lot like Sasuke when he was your age, always filled with such volatile rage and anger. Anger so powerful that it consumed his soul. It's a tragedy for you children, to be forgotten when the new offspring come and you are left in the cross-hairs of their torn bonds. Unless... No," he shakes his head. "Never mind."

"Tell us," I speak, narrowing my eyes. Curious now for what he would have said.

"Well," he looks nervous. "You two could always come and join me. I spent much time helping your father Sarada. And Boruto, while your father and I haven't always seen eye-to-eye on... certain matters, I won't hold any of my past issues with your father against you. You and Sarada will be like having another son and a daughter for the first time. Imagine you two, Mitsuki, and myself. One big happy family. I would never replace any of you, you'd be treated as if you were my own and together we can make a better world."

Sarada laughs. "You can't honestly expect us to believe a single word that just came out of your mouth. Dad told me all about you, you're the bad guy. Not exactly known for being a family man."

Orochimaru gives her a pointed look. "Evil is such a harsh word. So I have a different view of what the world could be than the Hokage and all the kages. That makes me an idealist wouldn't you agree. As for being a family man, you're right. I don't have a close relationship with Mitsuki, but that doesn't mean I don't care. He's all I think about and the same could be so for you and Boruto. You parents will forget you when they spawn their own children together, they grow to resent your existence for you will always be a reminder of the intimate relationship their new mates had with their former's."

Sarada's eyes widen ever so slightly, I notice the way her body gets rigid. She actually considering this. To become traitors of Konoha and join the madman Orochimaru like her father had done. The thing that scared me most is that I'm not all that opposed to it either. The backlash of the village when it comes out that the 7th Hokage is leaving his wife for his best friends and then still having two products of the first coupling.

I wanted to get the hell away from it all and I think Orochimaru could read that in my features because he smiles.

"Do not worry children, I'll give you a day to consider it and we can meet here at the same time for your decision," just as he turns to leave, I stop him by asking a question that's burning through me.

"What are your conditions if we agree? What would we have to do if we were to go along with you and leave this village?" I ask, needing an answer. In the deepest part of my soul hoping not to find a reason to refuse the offer.

Glancing over his shoulder he replies. "Not much, maybe some basic swiping of items that I need from places that won't really miss them. That's all, then we'll live in harmony like a family should."

With that he disappears into the trees and I turn to Sarada immediately after who stares at me with one question of her face. Should we or should we not? And unfortunately, I don't have the answer.