Ashes and Choices
Rain lashed the rogue stronghold's shattered chamber, its jagged walls quaking as Naruto Uzumaki faced Saruto Uzumaki, the young man's blade hovering inches from his throat, Kāma markings glowing faintly on his arm, his blonde-black hair plastered wet, blue eyes blazing with fury and grief. Sasuke stood tense, Sharingan spinning, katana raised, Sakura cradled Shikamaru's limp form, her green eyes wide with shock, Temari and Hinata braced beside her, Kankuro's puppets flanked them, strings taut in the damp air. The rift behind Saruto hummed, a low, menacing pulse, Kurama's growl rumbled in Naruto's skull: *"He's yours, brat, time's curse, choose fast."*
Naruto gripped Jiraiya's book, knuckles white, "Boruto's your dad, Sarada's your mom, you're my grandson, and you want me to kill my son?" His voice broke, rain streaking his face, "Explain, now."
Saruto's blade dipped, his Sharingan flickered, "Boruto's not your son anymore, Ōtsutsuki took him, Kāma twisted him, he burned Konoha, killed thousands, I saw it, I lived it." His breath caught, "I was seven, hiding in the ruins, Mom trained me, sent me back, Sansuke helped, Echo too, they're from my time, testing you, preparing you."
Sasuke's voice sliced through, "Sansuke's future-born, Echo too, you're all here to stop Boruto?" His grip tightened on his blade, "Why us, why now, Grandpa Sasuke wants answers."
Saruto's gaze shifted, meeting Sasuke's, "You're the start, Grandpa Naruto, Grandpa Sasuke, your strength, your choices, Boruto's path begins here, Sansuke saw it, died for it, I'm the last shot." He sheathed his blade, stepping back, "Look," he said, chakra flaring, a memory seal on his palm pulsed, the air shimmered, a vision unfolded.
Konoha lay in ruins, flames devoured the Hokage Monument, Naruto's stone face split, Sasuke's cracked beside it, Boruto stood atop the rubble, older, eyes hollow, Kāma scars pulsing black across his chest, his blade dripped blood, Sarada fought, Sharingan blazing, her arm severed, she collapsed, a child... Saruto.... screamed, "Mom!" from the debris, tailed-beast chakra erupted, flattening streets, bodies piled high, Hinata's lifeless form slumped in the wreckage, Temari's fan snapped in half beside her, Sasuke's cloak torn, his Sharingan dim as he shielded Sakura, her medic hands bloodied, useless. Boruto's voice, icy, "It's over," then darkness swallowed the scene.
The vision faded, Naruto stumbled, "No," he rasped, chest tight, Hinata's hand gripped his, trembling, "That's, our future?" Temari's voice hardened, "Bullshit, we change it," Sakura's tears mingled with rain, "Sarada, Boruto, the village, how could this happen?" Sasuke's blade lowered, "He's Ōtsutsuki now, we've seen that power."
Saruto nodded, "Kāma's a parasite, took him slow, Mom tracked it, Sansuke found a way back, Echo's his blade, I'm the endgame, kill him before it starts, or I do." The rift pulsed louder, "They're coming, rogues, Boruto's scouts, decide."
Naruto's eyes burned, "I won't kill my son, we save him, fix this, together." Saruto's jaw clenched, "You don't get it, he's gone, I've tried," Sasuke stepped forward, "Then we fight, not surrender, Grandpa's not done," Temari smirked, "Damn right," Hinata's voice steadied, "Family fights, we don't break."
A roar tore through, the rift widened, rogues spilled out... cloaked, Kāma-marked, their chakra warped, tailed-beast echoes in their jutsu, Naruto roared, Kurama's cloak flared, orange claws slashed, ripping a rogue's chest open, blood sprayed, Sasuke's Chidori spear pierced another, sparking, Sakura dropped Shikamaru, her fist smashed a foe's skull, bone crunching, Temari's wind sliced, Kankuro's puppets stabbed, Hinata's palms struck, the team held, fierce, united.
Saruto fought beside them, blade flashing, Sharingan tracking, "They're endless, we retreat, plan," Naruto nodded, "Fall back!" They broke free, dragging Shikamaru, the rift's hum dimmed as they fled into the rain-drenched forest, hearts racing, Konoha's ashes haunting their steps.
Back at the Leaf, dawn crept gray, Naruto sat in his apartment, Saruto's vision searing his mind, Sakura slipped in, her medic bag dropped, eyes red, "Naruto," she whispered, stepping close, "I can't lose Sarada, the village, everything to this." He stood, pulling her into a hug, "We won't, I swear," her lips brushed his, tentative, then pressed harder, desperate, fierce, a lifeline in the storm.
He froze, pulling back, "Sakura, wait," his voice shook, hands on her shoulders, "Sasuke, he's my brother, he loves you, I can't do this to him again." Her eyes flashed, wet with tears, "Naruto, please, I need you, I've always needed you, Saruto's here, everything's falling apart," she pressed closer, her body warm, trembling against his, "Sasuke's not here, I am."
Naruto's jaw tightened, "I know, but, he's Grandpa Sasuke now, Sarada's his, I've already crossed lines, it's not right," he stepped back, guilt twisting his gut, Sasuke's Sharingan glare from years past flickering in his mind, "He'd hate me, I'd hate me." Sakura grabbed his shirt, pulling him, "I don't care, I'm losing it all, Sarada's future, the village, you're the only thing holding me together," her voice cracked, lips crashed into his again, fiercer, her hands tore at his jacket, desperation overriding his words.
He resisted, hands up, "Sakura, stop, think about him," but her fingers dug into his arms, "I've thought enough, I've waited enough, fuck me, Naruto, make me feel something," her plea broke, raw, she shoved him toward the bed, straddling his lap, her skirt hiked up, pussy dripping through her soaked panties, grinding against his cock, thick, hard despite his fight. He groaned, "Damn it, Sakura," his resolve cracked, Sasuke's shadow loomed, but her heat, her need pulled him under, "I shouldn't."
"Then don't," she whispered, yanking his pants down, freeing him, "but you will," she sank onto him, slow, tight, her moan loud, echoing, "Yes, Naruto!" He gripped her hips, hesitating one last beat, "Sasuke, forgive me," then thrust up, sinking deep, her walls clenched, soaking him, she rode him, fast, fierce, breasts bouncing through her torn shirt, nails raked his chest.
He flipped her, pinning her, "You're sure?" he growled, she nodded, "Harder," legs wrapped tight, he pounded, relentless, sweat mixed with rain on their skin, her cries sharp, "Don't stop!" she came, shuddering, pussy pulsing, he groaned, pulling out, cum spilling across her stomach, hot, thick, she trembled, clinging, "We fix this," she panted, he nodded, kissing her deep, tasting salt, fear, need.
He grabbed Jiraiya's book, scribbling: "Ashes fall, fire binds, time's edge cuts deep." Kurama growled, "Boruto's your fight, brat, Saruto's your mirror, it's now." Naruto held Sakura, her warmth grounding him, the rift's echo lingered, Sansuke's shadow, Saruto's plea, Boruto's fate closing