Chapter 2

Boruto's pov:

I walked up stairs straight to my room. I kinda lied back there. There's no way I'm going to rest, let my guard down and sleep.

I'm really thankful to whatever gods out there for not letting that bastard take over when I was unconscious... I don't want to repeat what happened with Kawaki.

'Boruto, you worry too much about those inferior creatures. Once we are one... we'll destroy the world and take all the chakra.'

I gasped and held on to the wall for support as I heard Momoshiki's voice inside my head.

Everytime he speaks...

I gritted my teeth hoping it would get rid of the nausea.

I don't want to faint again before I reach my room. Or else they'll take me to the hospital for sure. The vulnerable place would be destroyed if Momoshiki take over...

I shook my head to get rid of the unwanted thoughts and continued my way towards the room before another dizzy spell hit me.

No one's pov:

It's been an hour since Boruto left for his room. Everyone was enjoying their dinner and laughing.

Except Sasuke, who wore a neutral expression, as always.

The worry for his student was seen clear in his eyes.

And if you closely pay attention, you could also see how strained Naruto's laugh was, along with Hinata's.

Hiding their worries behind the laughs so the other two kids would be at ease.

What's the worry you ask?

Boruto hasn't eaten anything for the last seven days!

Little did the three adults knew, that the kids were holding their hands under the table providing each other support, all while partaking in the enjoyment.

Boruto pov:

I sat on my bed, my mind felt helpless... and restless.

I am aware I cannot do anything about the current situation, but still my mind kept bothering me to do something about it, not knowing what to do itself.

I would cut my karma marked arm off, but really... what's the point in that?

My whole existence is turning into a fucking Otsutsuki.

The only way I could think of to get out of this is death.

A cold sweat dripped down my chin as my eyes widened in horror.

Did I...did I just think about that!?

About death!?

About suicide!?

I didn't know what to do anymore.

Yes... Stepping up as a shinobi clearly meant being ready to die at any given moment.

Suicidal maniacs are best suited for leading the shinobi life.

I am a shinobi too and I am not afraid of death. In fact I'm ready to die for my village any day.

But why now?? Why does the thoughts about me dying fills me with horror?

What is the difference? It's the same thing, right?

I bought my trembling hands to my head.

My fingers instantly gripped my hair and started pulling it harshly.

I think maybe to ground myself to the reality.

I wanted to scream. I opened my mouth and pushed the air out of my lungs.

But no voice came out.

My body started feeling hot and I started seeing different colour splotches in the air.

Thin and thick lines of different hues moving in wavy and zig Zag motion.

I didn't realise I was breathing heavily.

Crap! I'm hyperventilating... This will surely attract attention.

I tried to calm myself but it didn't seem to work.

I feel my eyes getting tired as everything slightly slowed down.

With no strength to hold myself up, I slumped down on my bed, cursing everything in my life and praying to the non-existent gods out there to not let Momoshiki take over my body.

I know it's pointless because the Otsutsuki clan call themselves Gods... And for some reason, I'm sure as hell that praying to them will only make things worse.

I trusted my luck as I let my consciousness slip away.

Kawaki pov:

We're done with dinner. That brat Boruto didn't come down as usual like he did the last week.

Today Lord Seventh...or my dad said that they invited Uncle Neji and his wife Aunt Tenten to come over tomorrow.

Something about me being adopted that I didn't care to listen properly.

My mind is full of Boruto.

He's starving himself!

Should I take some leftover food to his room?

I should probably do that.

I abruptly stood up. Everyone flinched. Even Sasuke.

I couldn't help but smirk.

Without a word I turned around and walked towards the kitchen counter.

Took a plate out of and filled it with food.

I turned around and saw everyone staring at me.

"I'm going to Boruto's room." I said pointing my fingers upwards.

Without waiting for their response, I walked upstairs to his room.

It's really quiet in there. I placed my ear on the door to know if he's playing video games.

It's so still.

I knocked on the door but there's no reply.

"Alright Boruto, I'm coming in." I said as I welcomed myself in.

I looked around his room and nodded to myself.

It's clean.

I'm not a clean freak but after spending most of my life with Isshiki, I find myself staying clean.

It must be the only good thing I learnt staying with that bastard, besides fighting lessons, which helped me to defend myself from the other Kara bastards.

I sighed as my memories ran back to the past.

It's all over.

My main priority right now is Boruto. I must help him. I can't let Momoshiki destroy him like Isshiki killed my favourite goldfish.

I placed the plate on the nightstand and turned to him. I was about to wake him up when I saw his sweat covered body.

Was he training inside his room?

I shook him gently but he wouldn't budge. I shook him more firmly.

He groaned and slightly opened his eyes. "... what?"

"...I brought food. Eat it."

"Yeah I will. Just get out."

I clicked my tongue as I stood up and walked out.

To be continued...