#baby hima's dress is too cute!

[bornonthebreakofdawn]

Gong Xi Fa Cai!

🎆Happy Lunar New Year to everyone who celebrates! 🎆

[shearbolt]

A Trash Day Mini-Fic inspired by TS Sarada

The sun daring to shine feels like just another slap to an already-bruised face, but Sarada gets up just like she did yesterday and the day before that and the day before that.

She pulls on her striped undershirt and red dress, ties the scarf around her neck, belts on her pouch with the frivolous little fringe, once so cute when she bought it now feeling childish, out of place.

But she has to pretend she lives in the same reality as everyone else, doesn’t she?

Her mother is already awake, reviewing medical charts at their kitchen table. Shikamaru didn’t call it house arrest, but not using the words didn’t make them any less accurate.

“Just until we clear you,�� his mouth had said. Just until we make sure you’re not a traitor like your husband, his eyes had said.

Three weeks now. Kinda hard to investigate the Hokage’s murder when one of the village’s most talented information-gathering shinobi had disappeared with the perpetrator.

Supposed perpetrator. She knew Boruto didn’t do it, but it felt like she was the only one other than Sumire and the last time they’d seen each other was at the Hokage’s funeral, too afraid to say anything to one another. Too afraid to be heard. To be seen.

Sakura’s head pops up when she walks in the room, her face appearing as fresh and young as ever, her eyes weary and far away. “Do you mind taking the trash out after breakfast?”

“Yeah, sure!” Sarada tries to put on her best smile, the one that shouldn’t worry anyone. She grabs the bag.

“Sweetie, after breakfast,” her mother says, pointing at the rice cooker steaming on their counter.

“I just need some fresh air before I think of eating. I’ll be right back,” she says, grabbing the black plastic bag by the door and slipping outside.

Suffocating.

She feels like she’s suffocating.

The air around her is thick with lies.

She shoves the bag into the hallway garbage chute and heads out into the early morning.

After Lord Hokage’s funeral, village life seemed to fossilize. Proof of existence without any life. Down the long street, all she sees are bags of garbage waiting to be picked up, not a soul in sight.

Early morning feels like the only time she can go outside. The whispers that started when her teammate and father disappeared seem to grow louder every day, exponential rumors.

There goes the Uchiha girl.

Crossed arms and eyes cast down, her heels click on the brick walkway, taking her past the taiyaki shop where she’ll never eat again despite her growling stomach.

She rubs her bare arms, wishing she’d grabbed a jacket.

But despite the chill, Sarada doesn’t turn back. Doesn’t stop. The shops and stores melt away as she moves into the residential area, real houses unlike the Uchiha’s apartment, their blinds still closed.

She doesn’t realize where she’s heading until she passes a familiar corner with a white fence, one she’d walked around a hundred times

Unlike the other houses on the street with their single bags of trash and neatly assorted recyclables, the Uzumaki residence’s curb is piled with bags, old furniture, baby toys that must have been stored in the attic.

It’d only been a week ago that she’d run into Hima at the grocery store, the brightness gone from her familiar blue eyes.

A bag of leaks, rice, and roasted pork hanging heavily from her hands, Hima had told her the news.

“He’s right that it’s too big for the two of us,” she said, looking down at the sidewalk. “And it’s not safe for me to be home alone so often. So, he wants me to go live with Aunt Hanabi and he’s going to clean out the house and get an apartment in Mitsuki’s complex.”

Sarada cooed sympathetically, a hand rubbing her shoulder. At list Hima, of all people, didn’t hate her. Not yet at least.

“Are you okay with that?”

The poor girl had lost her parents, her “adopted” brother, now her home?

“I…” Both hands grab onto the shopping bag, twisting it tightly. Had no one asked her before? “I just didn’t think Kawaki would ever want us to be apart,” she says at last.

As she looked down at the dark-haired girl, she wanted to scream.

No, HE’D never want to be away from you. Your BROTHER would never send you away. Why can’t you see? Why can no one see?

Suffocating. She was suffocating.

But she settled for pulling her into a hug, giving Sarada enough time to blink back her own tears.

She hadn’t thought of it much since then. Or she hadn’t WANTED to think about it much since then, one more wrong in a world where nothing was right. But here it is before her, undeniable.

No more Uzumaki home.

The place where she’d celebrated birthdays, slept when her mother worked late, picked up Boruto for training on so many mornings.

Somewhere in the back of her mind, the round house with its red roof had always felt like a real home to her. A place where there was always a mother in the kitchen, a father at work, other children to play with.

And even if no one else remembers those days, Sarada does. Her memories belong to her as much as her flesh and blood. A wave of possessiveness washes over her.

As sneakily as she can for someone who is both a ninja and an upset twelve-year-old girl, Sarada dashes across the road to the pile of trash. Her hands land on the black plastic warmed by the morning sun.

She pokes and prods the trash, trying to figure out what’s inside. What is Kawaki throwing out? What is he trying to hide? Finally settling on one that feels soft and squishy, Sarada picks at the knot in the bag and sticks her hand inside.

“Hey! Who’s out there?”

The voice forms ice in her veins. It’s the same voice that informed her she was going to die only weeks earlier. The same voice that everyone else now seems to trust.

On the second floor, a window slams shut.

Her fingers grab onto the fabric, the first thing she touches in the bag and then she runs as fast as her feet can carry her. She’s down the block, around the corner, and with her back pressed against the white fence before she finally looks down at the black fabric in her hands.

Black fabric.

She turns it over.

Pink stripes.

Red swirl on the back.

With a grateful sob, Sarada buries her face into one of Boruto’s jackets and inhales the familiar scent of Hinata’s laundry detergent.

For the first time in weeks, she feels as though she can breathe.

[kairi-chan]

“Don’t come yet…”

Title: I Love You(r Dog) - BoruSara, Designer AU Genre: Humor / Fluff Rating: T

Summary: The fastest way to a girl’s heart is through your dog. 

A/N: A fluffy 2100 word one-shot I wrote today. Unedited, but I hope you enjoy anyway. ^^ 

—

Boruto: You like dogs?

Sarada: Yes, I do! I’ve always wanted one.

Boruto: Why not get one?

Sarada: Mama won’t let me. She said we’re away too much to keep a pet.

Boruto: And your dad?

Sarada: I know he wants to give in and get me one, but it’s Mama’s house. Hahaha.

Boruto blinked and quickly went through his camera roll. He couldn’t believe his luck. Sarada loved dogs. The stars simply aligned to work in his favor tonight. He searched for the cutest and fluffiest photo he could find. Once he chose a photo, he sent it followed up with a message.

Boruto: This is Kurama. He’s a good boi.

Sarada: OMG!!!! SUCH A GOOD BOI, SO CUTE!!!!!

He smirked at her response. It was too easy.

Boruto: Of course I’m a good boy.

He even added a smug face at the end.

Sarada: What’s his name? I want to meet him! Omg!!!

Boruto deflated. She completely ignored his response. But he smiled and responded.

Boruto: His name is Kurama. He’s Hima’s dog. But even if I say that, he’s way clingier to dad.

Sarada: Kuramaaaa such a cute naaaame!

He laughed. She was still spazzing over the dog. He wished she would spazz over him instead though. “Damn,” he muttered to himself as he replied, “Got beat by the dog.”

.

.

.Boruto laid flat on the sofa, staring at the ceiling. One arm hanging down, his knuckles grazing the carpet. His mother asked him to stay at home today because it was rare for him to have a free day, but to his woe, his mother forgot that she had a brunch date with her sister planned. Boruto insisted that she go instead. Besides, they could always have tea instead.

He looked at his phone for the nth time in the last two minutes. It was still void of messages. He pouted and then burst out to whine, “When is Sarada going to reply to meeee?”

Just then, his phone lit up. Excitedly, he pulled it closer to his face and opened up the message.

Sarada: Not doing much. Trying to choose which one I like more.

She sent a photo of two bags. One white, one black.

Boruto: It’s obvious. Pick the white one.

Sarada: I know, it’s pretty. But I want the black one, too.

She sent another photo, wherein the buckle had a different shine compared to the white bag.

Sarada: I’m a sucker for this, plus, you know black is my fave.

Boruto rolled his eyes. She gravitated towards black and dark blue colored clothing and jewelry. Partly, he blamed her father, since his tastes were somewhat… dark and always wore those colors. He felt something wet touch his knuckle and he looked down. Kurama was starting back at him, with a happy and expectant face. He smirked and snapped a quick photo of him and sent it to Sarada.

Boruto: This is my fave.

In a matter of seconds, she replied, and he could almost hear her squeal.

Sarada: So cute!! Look at that nose. Boop his nose for me!!!

He chuckled when he read her reply. He called Kurama, and the small dog jumped up, front legs holding on to the edge of the sofa. Boruto pointed his camera at his face, and then carefully touched Kurama’s nose. The dog blinked, and Boruto was happy he caught that on the camera. After a few seconds of sending it to Sarada, he swore he heard her squealing all the way from Japan.

She sent a voice mail of her gushing how cute Kurama is.  

How he wished to hear it in person. ...Sarada’s grip on her phone was getting tighter by the second. On her screen was a photo of a cute brown Pomeranian. Its little pink tongue hanging out to the side, seemingly grinning for the camera. She let out a little squeal as she typed her response.

Sarada: Babyyyyy!

Boruto: Wow, you’re so forward. Calling me baby already?

She rolled her eyes when she read his full response. That kind of quip from Boruto would have usually annoyed her, but she was too happy seeing the dog’s photo.

Sarada: I was talking about the dog, you idiot!

She laughed at his response, but she would be lying if she said her heart didn’t beat the slightest bit faster at the thought of her calling him, “baby.” Sarada choked when she read his response.

Boruto: Good. Because I only respond to, “Daddy.” ...After a long day full of fittings and go-sees, Sarada dove on her bed and took a deep breath. The sheets were clean, and crisp, just what was expected when staying at one of the best hotels in Milan. She opened her eyes and looked out the window, looking at all the sparkling lights from the city below her. Her phone buzzed, and she reached out for it, pulling it a little too close to her face, as her glasses were nowhere to be found.

Boruto: Are you back at the hotel yet? It’s pretty late…

Sarada smirked. Boruto usually partied after a long day, but she knew he was tired as well. He had been working relentlessly on his new line. Usually, if she was on the same continent, he would hop on the next train or plane to visit her. It wasn’t even surprising anymore at this point, as even when they’re oceans apart, he would book the next plane out to wherever she was if she needed him.

Sarada: Yes, just finished taking a shower, lying in bed in my robe… too lazy to get dressed.

Boruto: Ooh. Send me a sexy photo of you.

Sarada scoffed and replied quickly: You know you’re not supposed to do that. Whatever gets on the internet, stays on the internet!

Boruto: hahaha. Fine, fine. Send me a sleepy selfie then.

Sarada: No.

She laughed. It was so typical of her to tease and be difficult.

He sent a photo, and Sarada squinted to recognize what was on the photo. She recognized a sleepy ball of fluff curled up to Boruto’s side, Kurama’s nose was tucked just right, and his small eyes were shut in sweet slumber. She cooed at the photo and send heart emojis to him.

Boruto: Not even for Kurama?

Sarada: When are you going to let me meet him? I want to meet him!

As soon as she sent the text, she bit her tongue. They’ve only been together for a month… as far as she recalled, Kurama’s Himawari’s dog, Boruto’s younger sister, and still lived with her parents in Paris. Asking to meet Kurama was like asking to meet his family. Was it too soon?

Boruto: I’ll let you meet him on our next date.

She blushed furiously. Did this mean their next date would be at his house? She didn’t even get to reply yet when he texted again.

Boruto: You’re only in Milan until Friday, right? Want to come to Paris for the weekend?

This weekend, so soon? Her eyes went wide and a strangled scream escaped her throat. ...Sarada sat on the floor, a small ball of fluff running around all over her, excitedly wagging his tail. Her excited squeals and praises for the tiny dog were filling his entire living room. She looked so cute, being this excited. And the pride that swelled in his chest that she was cooing over his dog made him feel even fuzzier inside.

She kept on petting him, hugging him, and giving him kisses. Kurama looked absolutely thrilled to be receiving this much attention–from a very pretty girl no less.

Although it was fun to watch Sarada have fun, he had to admit… he was getting jealous… of a dog.

“Sure, give the dog that much attention,” he muttered.

Sarada was giggling, as Kurama climbed onto her lap and was now licking her neck and chin. Boruto blushed at the thought of him doing that to her instead.

“What did you say, Boruto?” She asked.

He snapped out of his jealous stupour. “A-ah. Nothing!” He had to think of something quick. “Kurama can do tricks too, ya know?”

“Oh really?” Her dark eyes were sparkling.

“Yeah, here, watch this!”

Saved by the dog. ...“Thank you so much for taking care of her, Sarada.” Boruto thanked her for the thousandth time. His parents were going away on vacation, and Himawari was staying in the country with their grandparents. Boruto was in charge of housesitting but was called for an opportunity to work with another client. It was big, and he didn’t want to miss it.

Sarada smiled as she took Kurama into her arms and petted his head. “No worries. You do know that the only reason why we’re together was because of your dog, right?”

Boruto gave her an unimpressed look. “It’s a good thing I love you.”

She grinned widely and went on her tiptoes to give his cheek a quick kiss. “I’ll be fine. I get to stay in your fancy flat for a few days on my own with Kurama. What more can I ask for?”

He pouted. “Oh, I don’t know–my presence, maybe?”

Sarada laughed and Kurama yelped. She started pushing him out the door of his own apartment. “Yeah, yeah. You can make it up to me when you’re back.”

A devilish grin spread on his lips and he pulled her closer to him, to kiss her jaw. “Wouldn’t you like that, my muse?”

She giggled. “Of course I would, my idiot.”

He groaned and pulled back. “Still calling me that? When will you stop?”

“Never.”

Boruto gave her a crooked smile and kissed the top of her head. “I’ll be back soon.”

“I’ll be waiting.” She smiled.  

Kurama barked, not wanting to be left out of the equation. ...“My Muse!” Boruto’s voice boomed through the empty flat, and Sarada had to hold her phone away from her ear. It wasn’t even on speaker, yet it was loud enough for her to think it was. He sounded so excited, already chatting up a storm. She placed him on speaker and placed the phone down on the counter as she opened up a can of dog food.

“Yes, my idiot?” A playful smile on her face.

He huffed, but continued to talk. “I’m done and the deal is sealed. I’m coming home!”

“What?” Sarada fake gasped. “Nooo! Don’t come yet!” She laughed as she poured the contents of the dog food into Kurama’s bowl. The dog excitedly dug in.

Boruto sounded so hurt. “Wh-what do you mean? Don’t you want me to come home already?”

She snickered. He was being such a drama queen again. “I’m having too much fun here with Kurama. You can extend a few more days.”

The dog barked at the sound of his name.

“Whaaaat? If I didn’t know better, I would think you love that dog more than me!”

She laughed. “Are you sure you know better?”

“Saradaaaaa!” Boruto wailed on the other side of the line, and she kept on laughing.

“I’m–I’m sorry!” She couldn’t help but laugh some more. “I just really love you.” Her laughter slowly died out when she realized what she had just said, Boruto also went quiet on the other line. “Ah-I meant–!” Her face flooded with head. “I meant–your dog. I love your dog.”

Boruto was still quiet, and it started to make her panic. She had never said that out loud… Not yet, at least. “I–Boruto, I–”

“I love you, too,” he responded.

A light gasp escaped her lips, she covered her mouth and stood stock still in the middle of his living room, completely speechless.

“And I mean, you.” He assured slowly.  

Sarada felt her eyes prick. She could have started crying if Kurama didn’t start poking at her ankle with his nose, she looked down and saw him pushing his bowl to her feet. She chuckled and squatted down to pet him. There was a comfortable silence that passed between them, Sarada still pressing the phone to her ear. Boruto didn’t need to be in front of her to know that he was grinning.

“I mean you, too,” Sarada replied softly as she petted Kurama’s head. She looked at him lovingly. With the help of this dog, she got to know Boruto and fall in love. Now, she was able to say it out loud, too.

Boruto laughed. “You’re petting Kurama right now, aren’t you?”

Sarada blushed and pulled Kurama into her arms. She sat down on the floor and snuggled up to him. “Uh huh, and cuddling.”

Boruto groaned. “I’m so jealous. I’m taking the next plane back to you right now. That dog is going to steal you from me.”

She smiled. Only Boruto would be jealous of a dog. “Never.”

–

@trolldockan I have dodged that with a lot of fluff if I say so myself. hehehe. 

If you liked this story, please do check out master post, I have a link on my profile, as well as to my FFnet & Ao3!  

I also tweet (@_kairiichan) little snippets of fics. Follow me there. 

Please also consider buying me a Ko-FI. I need a cup to start my day.

Write on, darling

🌹Kairi 

[aubretia23]

BoruSara: cameras and photographs

@kairi-chan The vast difference in the original idea at this prompt and the final product continues to astound me. I hope this is up to your tastes. Inspired by an actual BoruSara cosplay, that poster of Boruto in a tuxedo by SP and Boruto SD. Post-Mujina arc but pre-Ao arc.

…..

“Alright, so tell me again. Why were all three of us hired?” Sarada’s gruntled voice came from behind the doors of one of the vanity rooms in the clothes’ trailer.

“Ah, the designer for this clothing line saw you and Boruto arguing in front of Thunder Burger and immediately picked up on your natural chemistry together. He wanted models for his new clothing line for teenagers and decided that the two of you together would be perfect to showcase his work. I and Sensei, I believe, on the other hand, were hired to prevent the two of you from murdering each other.” Mitsuki explained calmly from his seat outside the door.

The former Land of Whirlpools, now a part of the Land of Fire, was quite a well known tourist spot and it’s beaches were iconic. A paid work trip to this place was a blessing, particularly after the stinging probation imposed on Boruto.

A good thing too. In Konohamaru-Sensei’s opinion, Boruto really needed to get out of Konoha, for at least a little while, where he was simultaneously either being insulted quite audibly for cheating or being drooled and fawned over for being a hero who was instrumental in rescuing the Seventh Hokage. The Chunin Exams was a sobering experience for the entire team, showing them that records and reputations in the shinobi world are as fickle as hell, and this trip was a blessing no matter how one looks at it.

“I know that! And he and I have no chemistry. Ugh…Boruto is going to make fun of me again.” Sarada groaned.

“I don’t think he will. You look quite pleasant in anything you wear.” Mitsuki pointed out.

“He will! I just know it! He told me that cute clothes don’t suit me at all just a few weeks ago!” Sarada’s face flushed up in anger as the memory of the humiliating incident flashed before her eyes.

“Well, considering the clothes you are supposed to showcase are rather……risqué than cute, I sincerely doubt it.” Mitsuki smiled in plain amusement.

“Hey guys! What do you think?”

The doors of a vanity room down the trailer opened up to reveal a grinning Boruto. Dressed sharply in a mahogany tuxedo, Boruto’s beautiful blue eyes sparkled in contrast to his baby pink shirt and strawberry pink tie. His messy golden hair stood up handsomely. The white leather belt and black leather shoes complimented the entire attire beautifully. Boruto looked boyishly handsome.

“You look good.” Mitsuki smiles appreciatively.

“Good?!” Boruto grinned cheekily as he appraised himself in a nearby floor length mirror. “I look great!”

Mitsuki chokes back a snicker at Boruto’s enthusiasm. It is good to see him enjoying himself for the first time in a while. But now he had work to do. If he didn’t, Boruto is going to die single and childless in all probability.

“So, I heard you told Sarada that cute clothes don’t suit her.” Mitsuki said, dropping his voice to a low volume and moving away from near Sarada’s vanity room, lest she hears them through the door.

“I didn’t mean it like that!” Boruto, sweating and grinning in chagrin, put up his hands in defence. “That one with it’s frills and bows looked something out of Hima’s wardrobe. That’s not really Sarada’s style. She usually wears preppy and schoolgirl.”

“And risqué as well.” Mitsuki pointed out, appreciating Boruto’s fashion awareness.

“Umm…yeah. That too.” Boruto’s cheeks coloured up a bit. “Her clothes tend to be a bit…tomboyish, that aside. I was just caught off guard that day.”

“I think Sarada would look very good in cute clothes.” Mitsuki complimented his female teammate sincerely.

“I am not saying she won’t-”

“Guys! What do you think?”

The doors of Sarada’s vanity room threw open to reveal their female teammate. An audible gasp left Boruto’s jaw wide open while Mitsuki’s eyes lit up in appreciation. Her long legs were gracefully tipped with black low heeled ballerina shoes. The glossy black leather mini skirt had a black spaghetti top and a black lace overshirt tucked into it. A golden necklace with a crystal pendant hung around her neck while her lips were stained a glossy red. Sarada looked like a picture of allure and innocence simultaneously.

“You look very good.” Mitsuki assured Sarada. “She does, doesn’t she, Boruto?” Mitsuki turned to his ‘sun’, hoping silently that he doesn’t screw up this time. The last time Sarada put in an effort in her appearance, he bluntly told her, on being asked by her whether she looked good, that she looked the same and that girls took a lot of time dressing up. Not that Boruto was wrong. Sarada looked pretty, which she did everyday, but it was clear as day that Sarada had expected a compliment for her extra effort.

But it seemed as though he need not worry. Boruto’s hanging jaw, speechlessness, blushing cheeks, piercing look and sparkling wide eyes seemed to have sent Sarada into a blushing fit. She returned his appreciative glances, appraising him up and down, which in turn sent the boy into a blushing fit of his own.

“Umm….”

“Umm…..you…”

“…..”

“….yes?”

“….you….”

“…..”

“…..”

“…..”

“You two get along really well.”

“No! We don’t!” Two indignant voices replied back to their teammate simultaneously.

“We should get to the shoot if you two are done.”

“Umm.. yes!”

“Y-Yeah, s-sure!”

……

“Is that a teen fashion magazine?” Shikamaru raised his eyebrow at Sai.

The group of four - Naruto, Sasuke, Sai and Shikamaru - were taking a rare lunch break at Ichiraku, waiting for their orders to arrive.

“Yes. Our children were quite all over this thing after their Ino-Shika-Cho training today, so I tried to be a little more fun teacher by asking them about what had actually interested them in the magazine. Turns out that there is quite an interesting photoshoot in it. Chocho was generous enough to lend it to me.” Sai answered back with restrained amusement.

“And what would that be?” Sasuke looked frankly unimpressed. Being dragged into a lunch outing with the idiot, his replacement and an old classmate was not his idea of fun. But if this actually gave him some idea about what kids liked these days, it might help him bond with Sarada besides just training. Maybe he could buy her some clothes.

“Ah! Here it is!” Sai flipped to his intended page and slid the magazine towards a curious Naruto. An undignified howl left the Seventh Hokage’s mouth within moments while his eyes threatened to fall out. A curious Sasuke and Shikamaru lent forward to look at the magazine’s contents.

Boruto and Sarada were locked in an intimate spooning at an expensive looking beach resort. Boruto had his arms around Sarada who had her back to Boruto’s chest while gently clutching onto his hands. The couple had their eyes locked into each other’s. The hint of blush on both of their cheeks could be made out even in the pictures. It was not the only picture though. There were others. One had Boruto with his head on Sarada’s lap while sharing an eyelock with her on a beach. Another had Sarada sitting on one of Boruto’s legs and turned inwards towards him while they shared a smile at a restaurant. Another had Sarada happily embracing Boruto from behind in shallow sea waters.

The table had suddenly gone quiet. “Well.” A nervous Shikamaru tried to salvage the situation. “This was their mission, so it can’t be helped.” A chill ran down his spine as he felt the temperature of the air around Sasuke drop inversely proportional to the increasing darkening aura around him.

“Naruto.”

“Yeah?” A glazy eyed Naruto looked up towards his best friend.

“I need you to give me a training mission with your son for a few weeks. Preferably to a potentially hazardous dimension.”

…..