Chapter 13: Phone Ring

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Boruto's POV

I knocked on the door to my house.

Himawari opened the door, rubbing her eyes.

"Why are you home so late, big brother?" Himawari yawned.

I didn't respond. I pushed her aside and threw my bag on the couch.

"With Mitsuki again?" She yawned.

"What would you know," I whispered to myself.

I went to my room and jumped on my bed.

'I will kill Chocho tomorrow,' I thought.

I continued laying down on my bed.

I threw my pillow onto my face as soon as I realized that tomorrow was Saturday.

I also realized that I won't see Mitsuki tomorrow and I got sad.

Then my phone rang.

I picked it up to see who it was.

I checked it and I saw that it was big bro Konohamaru.

I sighed and accepted his call.

On the other side of the phone, I heard heavily breathing and panting.

"Big bro Konohamaru..?"

"Boruto!" He exhaled.

I jumped in surprise.

"What's wrong?!"

"I'm chasing after a thief!" He panted.

"Where!?"

I heard a crash and gunshots on the other side of the phone.

'Wait aren't guns illegal in Japan?' I thought.

I heard lots of noises including metal jingling and footsteps.

"I'm at . . ."

He told me his location and ended the call.

I sighed.

"You got to be kidding me!" I cried out. "Why can't I rest?!"

I heard a door open outside my door in the hallway.

'It must be mom,' I thought. 'She must've heard me yell.'

I slipped under my bed blanket and pretended to sleep.

My bedroom door opened and saw mom peaked from it.

She saw me "asleep". She then gently turned the doorknob and closed the door soundlessly.

I threw my blankets off my bed and hopped onto the window rails.

I jumped out of the window seeing a full moon up above the night sky.

It looked like a painting. I was stunned.

The beautiful moon reminded me of the beautiful Mitsuki.

I snapped out of it and continued jumping on top of buildings to go to the location big bro Konohamaru sent me.

I arrived but then I saw Sarada; who was also looking very hot.

She had scratch marks on her.

The thief Big Bro Konohamaru was talking about was lying on the floor, bruised and messed up.

I just stood there, staring at the thief without feeling sorry.

"Great! You all officially wasted my time," I whined.


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