#for now enjoy some fluffy Forrest thinking about his brothers before himself

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Don't lose sleep over it.

Forrest sleeps on a mattress on the floor, ever wonder how that came to be?

This also got a lot longer than I thought it would lol

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A slow day at the station with fair weather meant sitting out on the front porch, you were sitting in a rocking chair with a towel laid over your lap, peeling potatoes for tonight's supper, stealing glances at Howard, Danny, and Jack. Howard and Danny were passing a jar between themselves, despite having a crate sat at their feet, the pair of old friends were content to share one at a time as if it made it taste better. Jack let out a heavy sigh, resting his hat on his knee as he leaned back against a poll that aided in holding up the roof that covered the porch, brooding over God knows what. A relaxed smile rested on your face, the late afternoon that was slowly turning into an evening was almost perfect, given the absence of one of the brothers.

“I could run them blockades.” Jack said flatly. “You? A blockader? Shit.” Danny scoffed. “Ya know, Forrest don't like hearin’ none of your shit.” Howard said with a smug grin, knowing that no matter how ever many times Jack was told to stop complaining, didn't mean he was going to stop anytime soon. “Forrest ain't got no vision,” Jack griped, and you shook your head. That boy would be rich if he could make a living off of talkin’ about vision this and vision that, you thought. “He still sleeps on the floor, like a goddamn chinaman.” Jack continued as Danny passed the half full jar back to Howard. The eldest glanced at Danny as he took the jar, he sat it on the old oak barrel next to his side of the bench. He leaned his elbows on his knees, leaning forward and smiling at Jack. “I'll bet you don't know the story behind that do you, little brother?” He asked. Jack only stared in response, making Howard snort a laugh, “All started the day somebody broke into the goddamned place…”

“Son of a bitch..” Forrest grumbled quietly, walking up the front steps, glancing back at Howard over his shoulder. The eldest snapped his head up to attention, “You seein’ this shit?” Forrest gestured to the broken window, shards of glass littered almost half of the front part of the wrap around porch. Forrest sighed as he entered through the door, retrieving his revolver from his belt. “You check upstairs.” He said calmly, they've already dealt with their share of less reputable sources, it was the nature of their business and not many in said business had the pleasure of officials who turned a blind eye to them and their doings in broad daylight. Howard nodded and moved past him, marching up the stairs with all the grace of a compact herd of bulls. Forrest sighed heavily, damn it Howard. Thankfully there was only one set of stairs, however he wouldn't put it past some people to fling themselves out of a second story window depending on how desperate they were, he's pulled enough of his own risky getaway stunts to understand this on a personal level, and getting away from Howard was certainly something that could drive someone to such measures. The kitchen and barroom, and more importantly his office appeared untouched as he moved through the rooms. He stood steadfast in the doorway of his office, eyes studying every inch of the room to satisfy himself that there wasn't a single belonging out of place, with as much time as he spent here, of course he would be the one to know. He breathed deeply, a long deep comfortable breath of cigar smoke soaked walls mixing with the leather polish he used on the boots that he kept for nice, not that “nice” counted for much around here. He hung his hat on a crudely fashioned iron hook Howard had put by the door some time ago now, Howard was of course taller, so eye level for him was a bit over Forrest's head but that didn't matter, if it ain't broke, don't fix it. A content sigh left his lips, half a mind to pick up one of his ledgers.

“Forrest!” Howard called, Forrest flinched at the sudden break of his comfortable silence, pinching the bridge of his nose with a sigh, grumbling incoherently to himself as he took a step backwards out of the doorway, supposing being hollered at by his brother was better than hearing a gunshot. His heavy boots thudded as he moved up the stairs, he'd never exactly gone out of his way to find Howard, didn't have to. Just follow the string of curses, they'd always lead right to him. Howard stood aimless in the middle of the bedroom, Jack's bedroom.. or what was left of it. Clothes were scattered across the floor as if thrown, Forrest knew they were folded and put away in the chest of drawers this morning, he'd been the one to put them there. Mattress and bedding turned over carelessly, they fared better than the frame itself, looking like someone had taken both ends of an ax to it. A splintered pile of broads, like someone had been in desperate need of firewood. Forrest wouldn't really blame them had that been the case, he'd been in that position before, knew a lot of others who had also been there before.

Howard glanced around the room, gaze finally settled on Forrest leaning a shoulder against the door jamb with his arms crossed across his chest. The shorter male flicked his hazel eyes toward the leftovers of their younger brother's bed and back to Howard's face, he hadn't been able to tell if the feeling that spider-walked down his spine was a shiver or a tingle. The eldest settled on a mix of both, deadlocked by what was outwardly the stare of the middle brother, but inwardly, a dead ringer for the stare of a mother. Forrest had always looked the most like her. He'd always had her eyes, greenish hazel with flakes of honeyed brown, he attempted to shrug off the haunting memory. “This is it,” he stated, answering the unsaid question, “nothin’ else.” You learned how to answer without being asked if you spent enough time with Forrest, something the youngest had yet to master. Silence fell among the two men, Forrest readjusted his stance slightly, shifting on his feet, eyes moving around the bedroom. Howard idled, taking his time to stow away his weapon, awaiting his brother's command. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and rested his weight on one leg, a hip stuck out to the side, eyes following and tracing the paths the eyes of his younger brother carved out. “Hmm” Forrest finally hummed, stepping over the threshold, one hand settling in the pocket of his patterned sweater vest, “Best find something to fix that window,” he started, “bar it at least, until we get a replacement.” Howard nodded, and Forrest continued, “I'll sort this mess out.” His free hand gestured to the room, Howard nodded again, moving past Forrest without a word, off to do as he was told.

Forrest huffed, recalling how he spent their last trip into town doing all he could to hold Howard back from lounging at a pair of, well he still thought of them as boys, they were grown now. Howard ran with them once, if only because they were his age. They snickered at each other, Howard and Jack were whooped house dogs, according to them, and Forrest was an overly bossy prick apparently. “They don't know us.” Forrest had said out of earshot in an attempt to quell a frenzied Howard. He shook his head as if it would rid his mind of the memory, focusing on the task at hand. He flipped the latch on the window open, grabbing the stick that Jack used to prop it open. He sent the first piece of wood sailing out of the window, hurtling toward the ground. He'd stuff it in the barn later, even if it did end up as firewood later. Wood could always be used for something.

Howard spat on the ground, holding the rusty nails with his mouth may not have been the best idea in hindsight, but it got the job done. He yanked on the similarly rusted rebar, with not a single clue nor care where Forrest and Cricket came up with it, to make sure it held, it was a crude fix, but he still grinned when it stayed in place, he had gotten what he was after. The old screen door wailed on its hinges as he made his way to inspect his work from the inside. His pleased grin only widened. His attention snapped to the stairs when he heard a thunk, wood against wood, followed by a soft string of uttered curses. “Forrest?!” He called, no answer, figures. His feet carried him up the stairs before he really had a say in the matter. Whoever had broken the window was well and gone, but his strong instincts to protect kicked in nonetheless. His heavy boots stomped against the wooden floor as he rushed to his baby brother. The doorway was blocked by a piece of furniture, a bed frame, maybe? he couldn't see around or over it. “Forrest?” He said again, more confused this time. “Well, push the damned thing already.” Forrest responded from inside the room, sounding particularly frustrated. Howard propped a shoulder against the dark colored wood, bracing his legs as he put his weight into wedging the heavy object out of the way. It emitted a manner of creaks and groans, complaining with every inch of movement, a number of groans, grunts, and grumbling came from the two men brute forcing the movement upon it. Forrest would give him an earful later, but Howard ceased his pushing momentarily, adjusting his stance and growling at the stubborn simple bed. Resetting his feet and putting all his weight into ramming his shoulder against the frame, and something gave, it was through the door finally.

Forrest fell backwards with a thunk, he gazed up at the piece of furniture that now towered over him from this point of view on his rear. “Bastard…” he murmured, cursing directed at the inanimate object, not Howard. He huffed before going to get to his feet, a pair of arms snaked under his pits and lifted him, remaining in place until he found his balance. Howard rounded his side and came into vision, blue orbs ran over Forrest multiple times in quick succession. Howard could step up if needed, but without a solid source of direction, he would ultimately be entirely lost. Those concerned eyes came to rest on the middle brother's face. Forrest only softened his gaze like this for his brothers, bunching part of Howard's jacket in his fist, a couple light tugs and a pat on the shoulder made Howard smile at him. With the bedframe no longer stuck, Forrest muscled it into place with ease as Howard's features scrunched into a puzzled expression. “Where'd you get this?” He asked, not thinking about how his body seemed to help move the mattress in place automatically. Forrest paused, staring Howard down from the opposite side of the bed, a soft grunt fell from his lips as he turned to put the rest of the bed back together. Howard once again made to help without much thought on anything except what Forrest wouldn't tell him, he cornered the shorter male as he put a pillow in its proper place, studying Forrest's expression. “Aren't I worth answerin’?” Howard said, placing an arm either side of his younger brother's head, leaning on his hands and the wall. Forrest sighed heavily and audibly through his nose, ducking under Howard's arm and making for his own bedroom door. Howard of course, followed, stopping the door from shutting completely with his foot with very little force, albeit said door was slammed in his face regardless after Forrest smacked his side into it. Howard remained in place for a moment, staring at the door and nodding at nothing in particular, eventually sullenly walking to his door at the end of the hall.

“It's been that way since.” Howard finished telling his tale, “you got back from Cricket's, and didn't know the difference.” He added. The orange, pink, and purple gradient of the sunset was accompanied by the approaching rumble of an engine, the brothers shared truck came to a stop and Forrest lumbered out of the driver's seat, and the aforementioned Cricket Pate appeared from the passenger door, the grin plastered to his face got bigger when he spotted Jack. “Jack! You ain't gon’ believe this.” He chirped happily, showing off his newest jar of hooch. Forrest let out a satisfied groan as he twisted his midsection, making his back crack with an audible pop. He thudded up the steps with no hurry in his pace as Cricket chattered on about how he'd perfected his recipe, “I.. uh, had a little help, of course.” He added, glancing up at Forrest, who shook his head and shrugged, not sharing in the boy’s excitement with how many years he's been runnin’ shine now, wasn't worth fussin’ over. Forrest sauntered to your side, stubble pressed into your cheek as he caressed it with a gentle kiss, “Darl’” he drawled softly in greeting. Cricket had gone quiet, as Jack's focus shifted to his big brother taking his relaxed moments toward the front door, one foot got over the threshold before he stopped and turned back to Jack, who figured he knew he was being stared at, “The hell you watchin’ me for?” The middle brother asked, Jack turned away, fiddling with his fingers in his lap. “Hmft.” Forrest grunted at the lack of answering, and then he disappeared inside.

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[itisjustmethistime]

Color (Eugene Roe X Reader)

A/N: Let’s hope I don’t embarrass myself with this. Please go easy on me! I hope you enjoy!

Words: 1.672

Warnings: None

The world seemed to be drained of color. There were only dull traces that proved that once, a long time ago, the world was a happier place. A place blessed with purples and yellows, flowers and sunshine. A place with love and happiness. A place where children played in the streets and dogs ran on lawns. A place where a man would take his wife out for a picnic. 

Now all that was left were browns and dull greens. Whites and greys. No happiness, no color it seemed. 

I imagined Bastogne must have once been a beautiful place. The sun shining through the green leaves of the trees, giving the forest a warm inviting glow. Flowers blooming in patches around trees, waiting to be plucked. Now it was grey. The sky filled with dark clouds and oddly ash colored snowflakes. The brown earth too, dusted with a jacket of white fluffy powder, looked drab and depressing. Trees fallen over or blown apart. 

The only colors I managed to find were blues and purples. The color of chapped lips on frozen men. Pinks on noses and cheeks from the wind cutting through bone. The cold first drained the soldiers of color, then decorated them with signs of frostbite. 

And then there was red. The color of loss and grief. It was once so beautiful, the color of the roses that grew on the bush in the garden. The color of sundresses and beach towels. Now all the color was, was blood. Thick, red, tacky blood covering everything.

The sound of an engine traveled through the quiet forest, growing louder as the vehicle came nearer. I was surprised I still noticed the familiar noise. The jeeps were in and out of the area so many times each day that I would have thought my brain would tune it out by now, just like it had the sound of the airplane’s engines before a jump, or the rumble of the trucks as we drove to a new destination. 

I was tempted to check if Eugene was on the jeep. He’d been gone for hours and I was beginning to get a little worried. I was supposed to watch the line, but in the dark night I could barely make out anything beyond the rim of my foxhole. The German soldiers that were stationed in the town weren’t stupid enough to light a fire so I doubted we would notice if something was happening in Foy. 

Before I could even turn around to look and see if I could find the jeep, a body jumped into my foxhole beside me, my heart leaping out of my chest in fright. 

“Hey there.” Eugene’s voice quietly spoke. His familiar accent washed over me like a warm shower, relief flooding my body as he settled beside me. 

“Hi Gene.” I whispered back, leaning into his side to steal some of his warmth. “You okay?”

“Yeah. Yeah I’m fine.” The medic mumbled. “You been moving around a bit? Ya gotta keep moving or you’ll get trench foot.”

“I know Gene.” I smiled. Eugene always worried about his men, always encouraging them to eat something, have some coffee, keep moving. Never did he think to stop and take care of himself instead. He was too good for us.

We sat in a comfortable silence for a while, looking out at the dark night beyond our feet. I was curled into his side, head resting on his shoulder and hugging his arm. 

“You miss home?” He spoke suddenly, his voice laced with sleep. 

I had to think about it. I definitely missed the warmth and familiarity of home. I missed my bed and the smell of the flowers in the garden. I missed the sounds of children playing in the street and the colors of the sky as the sun set behind the lake. What I didn’t miss was the feeling of loneliness I was left with when I was there. Both my parents had passed away years ago, when I was just a kid. After that, my brothers were always gone, working so that we could all eat that night. And then when the war first broke out, both of them were forced to enlist leaving me completely alone until I turned 18 and enlisted myself. 

“Y/N?” Eugene snapped me out of my thoughts.

“I don’t know. There’s not much left for me there. I just miss the comfort, you know? The peace, the warmth, the food. My bed…”

“What about your family?” Eugene questioned, turning to look at me. I gave him a weak smile.

“They ain’t home. My parents passed away in a car accident years ago. One of my brothers got killed in Normandy on D-day. Fuck knows where the other one is. I mean I guess I still miss them, but going back wouldn’t help with that.”

Eugene nodded, his brows knitted together in a frown. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” I pulled up my blanket a little as an icy gust of wind swept through the forrest.

“Oh I forgot. I got ya something.” The medic sat up and started ruffling through his bag. The same bag he had carried around since D-day, dirty and well used. It was usually stuffed with bandages, morphine, plasma, you name it. Now it was almost empty, there were not enough supplies for the aid stations, let alone the medics in the field. For days, Eugene and Spina had been going around, searching for more morphine, bandages, stealing aid kits from the men and risking a trip to Dog company to see if they had anything to spare.

“Here, it’s nothing special. It just, well it made me think of you.” He handed me a piece of fabric so yellow, it almost seemed to give light. It was the first bright color I had seen since we entered the Ardennes nearly a week ago.

He was right, it wasn’t anything special. Just a piece of colored fabric. But to me it was everything. The color was a symbol of hope to me, a sign that better times were ahead. A reassurance even.

“I know it’s stupid, it’s just fabric. I thought you might like the color though.” Eugene said quietly.

“No, no it’s not stupid. Gene, I love it.” I gushed, grabbing his face and planting a kiss on his hairline. “Thank you.”

The medic’s face lit up like a child’s on Christmas day, eyes glittering and a faint blush dusting his cheeks. A small smile crept onto his lips and he pushed his chin down into his jacket to hide it. He always did that, hiding his smile. He’d cover his mouth with his hand, or he’d quickly shove a cigarette between his lips. He’d hide in his jacket and look down and pretend to be somewhere else.

“Why do you do that?” I blurted. I hadn’t meant to ask the question, but there it was.

He looked at me with a puzzled expression. “Do what?” 

“Hide your smile. It’s okay to let people see you happy, you know.” I nudged his shoulder.

He smiled again, lips curling up and a dimple forming in his cheek. He didn’t hide it that time, instead looking right at me, eyes full of some emotion I couldn’t recognize. 

“You know why that reminded me of you?” He motioned to the fabric I was still holding tightly. I shook my head, waiting for him to continue.

“Well you know how most colors are associated with an emotion? Like blue is sad, and angry is red. Well Yellow is associated with happiness. And you make me happy.” 

I was quiet, shocked by his confession. My heart swelled, a smile forming on my lips. Eugene and I had been close since Toccoa. Even though he always tried to distance himself from everyone, I hadn’t let him do that. I’d taken an interest in the quiet man from Louisiana, so focussed on his training. Ever polite and respectful, following orders without question. He was never scared to correct someone if they made a mistake, but kept quiet most of the time besides that. It wasn’t until we were at Aldbourne in England that I realized I felt different about Eugene than I did about the other men in Easy. Of course I never did anything with it, too scared they’d kick me out of the Airborne after all my hard work.

“I make you happy?”

“You do.” The smile was evident in his voice. I felt his hand on my cheek, his other covering my own as I clung to the fabric. 

I looked up at him, his eyes searching my face for a sign to back off. He didn’t find one, so he moved closer, his warm breath fanning over my face.

“May I?” He whispered, eyes flickering down to my lips. 

I bit my lip to hide the smile, nodding softly. “You may.”

Eugene wasted no time in closing the gap, his hand pulling my face to meet his own, his lips closing over mine. The kiss left me feeling warm and fuzzy as both of us poured everything we had into it. I never wanted it to end. My hands tangled in his dark hair, his hands holding my face so carefully it was as though he was afraid I would break. I was the first to pull away for air, resting my forehead against his. 

“Y/N?” Eugene asked.

“Mhm?” 

“I have a confession.”

“Yeah?” I asked him, moving away a little to look at him. His hands moved down to grasp mine and he looked at them as he played with my fingers.

“I love you.” He said confidently, but he never looked away from our hands, his head down, hiding his face from me. Smiling I reached over to guide his chin up so I could look at him. He looked like a puppy, eyes big and bright looking up at me hopefully.

“I love you too, Gene.”

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Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto. Kishimoto Does.

Author's note: Hey readers! I'm back with a new chapter! Hope you guys enjoy!

Beta Reader for this Chapter: AnimeFanGirl2223

(Interview)

"Just like everyone else, I had no knowledge of what was going to happen next. I'm a shinobi, so violent deaths were common in my profession, but still—I never actually thought that my life would end in such a way. Now that it might, I have no choice but to brace myself for whatever lies ahead of me. It's surprising, but dying seems to be rather peaceful and serene no matter how we go; I guess this is what heaven really feels like. Despite this calming sensation, I have a feeling that it isn't going to last."

-Boruto

The last thing that Boruto remembered before being swallowed by complete darkness was a blindingly bright light. It took a few moments, but soon, all of his senses slowly returned to him. He felt a single drop of a familiar liquid and woke up fully, his eyes snapping open.

He found himself lying on his back and looking up at something brown and green which he soon realized to be branches of a tree with leaves sticking out of it.

Boruto slowly tried to get up but felt pain all over his body. He cringed and winced, but was eventually able to sit up enough to finally get a good look at the place that he had woken up in.

"What in the world?" Boruto muttered. He had found himself in a forest, possibly in the middle of nowhere. In addition, the sky was dark and cloudy, fat rain drops slowly starting to fall. He supposed one had hit him earlier as it slipped through the fluffy tree leaves.

Of course, he was still confused. Why would he end up in some forest? His memories from before waking up here consisted of him in a death match with Kawaki. The energy surge from his Jougan had been powerful and at the time he'd thought it was going to rip him to shreds and then disintegrate all the pieces. But instead, it seemed like he'd been transported somewhere.

As the blonde slowly got back to his feet, he had to support his weight on the nearby tree, his balance still unsteady causing him to stumble around. Once he was sure that he wouldn't fall, he surveyed his surroundings. To his continued shock, he found his sister lying unconscious a few feet away.

"Hima-chan!" Boruto exclaimed as he instantly tried to rush to her. It still hurt to move though, the pain in his legs keeping him from running and causing him to limp the short distance. His mind was racing a mile a minute, thoughts boring into his head.

Was his little sister really alright? Was she injured in the blast wave like he was?

The blonde couldn't subdue his worried, overprotective 'big brother' complex away as usual; every time Himawari was in trouble it tended to come out and consume him. He kept repeating 'She's going to be alright, no matter what, she has to be alright' over and over again.

As soon as he reached his little sister, he rolled her over so that he could check her vital signs and examine any injuries she might have sustained. It was very possible that she received broken ribs and damaged muscles just as he had. He wasn't a medic ninja, but right then he had to do his best; if anything happened to Himawari when he could have prevented it, he knew he would blame himself.

To his intense relief after several minutes of intense examination, he didn't find a single serious injury to the lavender haired girl. He sighed happily, hoping that her unconsciousness was just a deep sleep and not indicative of something worse.

Boruto struggled to lift her from the ground, finding her much heavier than she had been when she was a child. He told himself that she was growing up and felt pride swell in his chest. He sat her back against a tree and then stood again to continue searching. If she'd been transported their as well, then that meant that Sarada and Kawaki could have been too.

Before leaving, he used what was left of his chakra to create a shadow clone that would guard his sister just in case, hoping that all would be well again soon. He kissed her head gently, whispering that he'd be back to take care of her.

(Interview)

"It was the only thing what was left in chakra vault so far and I'm really glad that it was a full working clone that puff up.

-Boruto

Boruto eventually decided to search for Sarada first, his mind deadest on finding the girl that he somehow saw as a possible crush. He was fairly certain that she felt the same way towards him, but it was just intuition. His feelings were far more obvious since he'd always blush whenever she got near him.

The blonde shook his head to clear it. There was no time to think about such frivolous things when his priority needed to be finding her and making sure she was alright too. It took a while, but luckily the sun was still out to help him see. He eventually found her lying in a small grassy field a little ways out of the forrest.

"Why would you end up all the way over here Sarada?" Boruto thought to himself as he approached her unconscious form.

The area was quiet, almost too silent. It gave him the creeps and put him on edge, especially when he was still very low on chakra and limping. He examined her as he had with Himawari, relieved that she was unharmed as well.

He picked up her glasses that had ended up on the ground beside her and looked at her face. It was covered in a few cuts and dust, but she was beautiful. "She might even look prettier without them on…" he thought as he smiled.

As he proceeded to pick the girl up though, he sensed danger coming towards them and knew he had to get here somewhere else that would better allow him to keep her safe. Just as he turned to run, he came face to face with a large wild boar, it's snarl telling him in was angry and probably hungry as well.

There was a moment of silence between Boruto and the wild boar, the wind russeling around them as they stared each other down.

"You've got to be kidding me Dattebassa." Boruto tiredly sighed. He did not want any more trouble but, it didn't look like the boar was going to back down. He had to just suck it up and run like a real man.

(Interview)

"It practically scared the hell out of me (Chuckles) Can you imagine a fearless Shinobi scared of a small but menacing wild boar."

-Boruto

Boruto found himself running comically through the forrest for dear life as the boar chased him. He kept his grip on Sarada firm, though the girl on his back didn't even stir from the jostling trip; "lucky for her"he mused.

She was still in her deep sleep and was unaware of what was happening right then. Although, there were signs of her dreaming as she was muttering some words about riding a roller coaster and eating lots of her favorite dishes.

As funny as the situation was, Boruto was still injured and tired. He knew he had to find a way to either outrun or outsmart the boar so that they could get away and he could safely get back to Himawari.

Luckily, his quick thinking worked out and he saw a large, sturdy tree coming up ahead of them, knowing he could use it to his advantage. He kept running straight at it, tricking the animal into thinking that he wasn't going to change directions anytime soon.

"Hold on tight, Sarada." He muttered as he channeled chakra into his feet and braced himself for a jump. He ran up a few steps and then did a backflip, holding his unconscious teammate tightly as he flew back.

The boar, who hadn't expected Boruto to leap away, widened its eyes in shock. It watched as the blonde barreled over it, escaping its clutches without realizing that it was still running at the tree. A moment later, the impact occurred, instantly knocking it out.

Boruto landed safely on the ground with his Uchiha teammate in one piece and finally safe. Breathing out a sigh as he headed back to his little sister.

The rain had finally stopped by the time the young Uzumaki had made it back to where he'd woken up and the sun finally appeared in the sky. He saw that Himawari was still asleep while the rays of the sun penetrated the forest and shined upon her. He then thanked the clone for its service of protecting his little sister and with a single hand sign, it disappeared in a puff of smoke.

Boruto gave a small smile as he slowly walked towards the tree where his little sister was resting and placed the still sleeping Sarada beside his her. As for the blonde he sighed and rested on a rock in exhaustion.

The blonde let out all the pressure that had been building up inside of him and breathed in a fresh breath of air, completely forgetting about Kawaki who didn't seem to have been teleported their too. Of course, he knew celebrating wasn't the answer since the enemy was still at large somewhere and he had to find a way back to civilization or at least away from ground zero.

He theorized that somehow his Jougan had reacted to the intensity of his fight and accidentally transported them far away from the ruins of Konoha. But he was not sure and there was only one way to find out.

Boruto then darted his eyes at the two girls, who were sound asleep. The blonde smiled, he was sure envious of them because they were getting a good sleep while he was still awake and acting as a babysitter for the two of them.

He knew he couldn't just leave them there, but carrying both would be difficult. There were shadow clones, but his chakra was so low he wasn't sure he could make another one right then. Boruto sighed yet again, knowing he just had to try and lift them both himself and hope for the best.

While he considered the best positions to carry them in, he saw and heard some birds flying above him. The blonde looked up and wished that he had wings so that maybe he could get an idea of where they were and where they should go. It could be a long journey otherwise.

(Interview)

"I really didn't have any maps or whatsoever, I really had no idea where I was, but when I saw those flock of birds, it gave me idea that they could be somehow useful as a guide to get out of the forest.

-Boruto

Unbeknownst to Boruto, the birds were flying in the direction of a village, one with a large overseeing mountain with five huge faces carved into it.

(CHAPTER END)

Author's Note: Thank you for reading the Chapter!

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