What a godly blessing--the boy reminded him entirely of Sasuke.
“Lonely…? Why, yes. How kind of you to stay.” Taking him from underneath his arms, he gently lifted the child to carry onto his side.
Having the boy closer now, he took note of his features. This bold touch of character was far different from his shy, little brother. Despite what he reflected of his most favorite person, he saw a touch of gentleness here, and here, and there…But surely, that was the symbol of the Uchiha on his back. After so many years of waiting in this spot—he landed in the right place, at the right time; the veil could between his world and theirs could not have been any more forgiving.
“And what of you? Might you be lonely without your parents?” Internally, he braced himself, fearing the child might have grown an orphan; it seemed a child, alone like this, could still mean far, too many things.
⌈ ほのお ⌋—- Hono bit his lip. His parents are nowhere in sight. He knew for the fact that they both left on a mission together, and will arrive home in a week or two, while he stayed in his mother’s old compound. However, it had been the third week, and he felt the strange chill of remorse and fear crawling up his spine like a large spider creeping up behind him; the feeling that something had gone wrong.
“I am.” He told him, but uneasiness could be read from his eyes. He rested his heaed gently on his chest, breathing slowly to calm himself. But the tears he tried to hold back seemed to have sprung when he thought about his parents, and he desperately wiped his face and forced a smile of relief.
He was still worried for them. “B-but they’ll be home. T-Tousan and Kaachan are strong. A-and…and ‘Tachi-jisama is here, s-so I’m n-not…not very lonely…”
