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[borusawa]

"It feels just like yesterday" a quick borusara oneshot where both are in their late twenties and haven't met in years?

I know this has been sitting here for at least two years but this plot shares a lot of similarities with my story Dirty Laudry. The story is actually a very quick and easy read, even it's not a oneshot it has less than 2k words and probably won't surpass that much.

[faintblueivy]

“I can please you in more than one way.” BORUSARA

It feels like it's been forever since I've done one of these borusara requests! Haha, inspiration for this slapped me in the face out of nowhere so, yeah, enjoy!

Rated T

Genre: Fluff

In more than one way

"Sarada, I promise you won't regret it!"

Boruto yells with confidence and Sarada wonders...why exactly were they having this kind of conversation in the ungodly hour of three in the morning.

"Hmm? What makes you so sure?" She questions, stirring the cup of coffee in front of her gently, eyes and bones burning with exhaustion. If not for the boy in front of her, she might have been in her comfy bed with warm covers cocooning her.

They were just back from an S-rank mission, traveling non stop for four days till they had finally reached the outskirts of Konoha. Unlike any good boyfriend would, Boruto Uzumaki thought that crashing in her apartment for the night was acceptable. His excuse was 'my home is far away and I'm too tired'.

Now they were in her kitchen, stripped of their anbu armours and protective pads, simply enjoying a cup of late night coffee. Like old days. But then she bit her lip, sighing, knowing that the current situation was nothing like old days when they were both young and stupidly reckless.

"Convince me." She smirks, blowing the top of her cup, onyx eyes gazing at him through the curtain of steam. "What makes you so sure that I won't regret it?"

He returns her smirk with one of his own as he takes a sip from his own cup. "I can please you in more than one way."

Sarada almost chokes on her coffee, wondering if she heard it wrong but the mischief twinkling in his eyes convinces her that he is as guilty as charged.

A game? Oh, it's on.

She dons a cute innocent look and raises one delicate eyebrow. "How so?"

And he immediately fumbles, a furious blush creeps upon his cheeks and she bites back a laugh at his flustered look.

"I-I make good coffee!"

Average. If she's honest.

"I can cook too!"

Not the best, but yes, his food is edible.

"I can sew!"

Oh, she's seen it. Messy at it's finest.

"I am...good at gardening?"

Nope. Any green thing he touches dies exactly in two days.

"I can write reports for you!"

She'd rather die than hand him hers.

The silence between them is deafening as Boruto racks his brain for more of his good points and Sarada is having the hardest time of her life trying to control her laughter but failing miserably.

"And?" She taunts, but this time, Boruto notices the upward quirk of her lips that she'd been attempting to suppress for so long.

Realising that she was toying with him, he wastes no second in grabbing the back of her chair and dragging her along with it to his side. She yelps at his sudden action and watches as the coffee splashes dangerously near the rim of the cup.

"Boruto!" She chides, but immediately shuts up at the predatory grin on his face.

He leans in, his face so close that she feels his hot breath on her lips.

"You know it, right? I am goddamn good at kissing!" He flaunts and she almost whispers out a 'liar' at his claim but knows, if she did then she'll be the one lying.

She licks her lips and Boruto takes that as her consent and presses his lips against her fervently. Moments later they separate and both of them are breathless messes.

"Sarada." Boruto calls out her name tenderly, and Sarada feels her heart skip a beat at the sincere affection glazing his blue eyes.

"Marry me, and I promise, I'll do my best to make you the happiest woman on earth."

Sarada laughs, her eyes misty with warmth and happiness flooding her entire being.

"I...accept. After all, nobody on this planet is as good as you in the art of pleasing me."

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Wow, it really felt good writing some Borusara again! Hope you all enjoyed it!

[borusarafics]

BoruSara Week 2019

I'm glad to announce that we'll be hosting a BoruSara Week for year 2019! This week will be dedicated to celebrate the bond between Boruto Uzumaki and Sarada Uchiha from Boruto/Naruto series!

The event will be conducted from:

August 25 to August 31

The submissions for the week can be anything you want! Fanfictions, Fanarts, AMVs, Gifs, Edits! Everything is open!

Prompts

The prompts for the week are as follows:

DAY 1

Years

Aging together, from kids to teens to adults.

Treasures

What kind of treasure? Like their time just to be with you. Something precious that they have received from each other and kept it with themselves for years?

DAY 2

Travelling

They travel, both or separately, local or abroad.

Diary

Their monologues and feelings for each other that only a diary may ever know. Like their fav parts about each other, or the changes their witnessing that they're too afraid to point out.

DAY 3

Crossover AU

Want to see them in Harry Potter Universe? Pokemon...Hunger Games…

Flowers

Flower Crowns, flower you think best represent Boruto and Sarada- or their relationship

DAY 4

Sunset or Rain

Something very meaningful happening during Sunset? or Something sad while raining? Rain can wash away your sorrows after all.

Music

Inspiration from a song or the meaning behind it. Or just have them dance around it.

DAY 5

Little Moments

Sharing clothes/food/bed or normal everyday things that makes you appreciate their company- or canon moments you see in the anime or manga

Social Media

What they do in social media? Tweet them something sweet? Pick-up line?

DAY 6

Misadventures

A problematic situation happening between the two. Stuck in an elevator/cave? Body Switching? Have to fake date/marry? Go wild but Keep it PG-13. PLEASE THEY'RE BABIES

Yin Yang

Opposites. Light and Dark. Yin can’t exist without Yang and vice versa.

DAY 7

Partners

Soulmates, Partner in Crimes or things they have in common. They fight together, support each other, understand each other, love each other- okay, keep it PG13 guys

Red and Blue

Their…eyes or however you see those two colours fit them!

The prompts are supposed to spark fun and creativity among participants. And if you're not comfortable using them or if you already have some ideas in your mind, then you're more than welcome to use it!

Rules

Now, the following rules must be followed for every submission that will be made for the week:

• No character bashing. Your submissions will be rejected.

• No ship bashing. Any content containing bashing in regards to any pairing will not be accepted.

• No reposts, stealing and copying other's fan works.

• If you're inspired by someone's work then please do not forget to give them credits.

• NSFW content is NOT accepted! Please keep it Rated T/PG-13!

• Please tag your works as 'borusaraweek19' and 'bsaweek19'.

• You may even add @borusarafics so I don't miss to reblog your post!

The week will be conducted both on Tumblr and Twitter!

The Twitter handle for the week is @borusara_week19.

Please reblog this post so more and more people may know about the event!

Let's sincerely celebrate this event with positivity and fun! And if you have any questions then please send me an ask here or on my personal blog @faintblueivy!

My sincere thanks to @benteja for creating these lovely posters and @mirachaann for her support! In the end I just wish to say that

Let's have fun together!

[ourlittlesecrethoney]

You Found Me. —BoruSara.

I.- Fateful encounters.

They say winter days are the best to lay down onto a bed, cuddle with your pillow—or if you are lucky enough, with your special someone—drink hot chocolate and watch a movie.

However, there are people like Sarada, who refused to stay in bed when there's snow falling outside; the perfect timing to build snowmans and play until it's dark.

Of course, she always wore tons of coats, her mother would never let her step a single foot out of the house if she wasn't dressed with at least five scarfs and three jackets along with her black cape. With a goodbye kiss, she left her house walking to the closest park, where all the twelve year old kids like her went to play, those who belonged to the Dark side of the town. Or at least that's what she told to her mom.

The truth is that she hated to live on the Dark side. Only people with dark magic were allowed to live there, they gathered together and built a community, schools, markets, to protect each other and become stronger.

However, there was also the Light side, on the exact opposite side from the town, where people with white magic lived. Two sides of the same coin, opposite powers; one caused destruction and damage, the other creation and heal. They were not exactly enemies, but they preferred to keep themselves on their own side of the town in order to avoid conflict.

The little twelve year old kid was so tired of this conflict, she didn't understand why her mother always told her to not go to the other side; she had seen kids with their white capes and they seemed like nice people, she didn't buy what her people said about the white magicians.

She could have gone to the park her mother believed she was going, but actually, she had other plans in mind. Despite all the warnings, she befriended another girl with a white cape, named Chocho. They had their secret meeting spot in a hidden park on the light side, close to the frontier between White and Dark. It was supposed to be abandoned because it was so close to the dark side and people were scared of them.

After walking a few blocks she could see already her friend sitting on a bench. The moment she saw her, Chocho run to her and gave her a hug.

"Good morning, Chocho!"

"Sarada! I thought you abandoned me!"

The girl with the dark cape hugged her back, but then she stepped back giving her friend a weird look.

"Sarada, is everything okay?"

Sarada's eyes were on her friend's head. She was wearing two bows, really pretty, but they were blue. She didn't know what blue was, but at least she could tell the monochromatic environment she was used to see since she was born was broken. It might be broken forever.

"I see... different! There's something new!" Sarada was pointing out Chocho's head, but then she looked to her surroundings and suddenly the water was also different, the sky looked different, her scarf was no longer black but took a brighter shade, the so named blue color.

Chocho remained silent next to her friend; she thought that maybe Sarada lost her mind, or maybe she drank a potion or something, but then she remembered something her mother taught her when she was younger.

"Could it be... Sarada, I think I know what's going on, it's your soulmate!"

"Soulmate..."

Sarada sat on the bench thinking of that word… Soulmate. She might have read about it, but couldn’t remember exactly what. The memory clicked on her mind and then everything made sense.

Flashback.

"Soulmates are something very difficult to find in this society nowadays. Only the luckiest of people have the fortune to find their special someone, that person who would always love them and compliment them as their other half."

How curious, a 7 year old Sarada was reading one of her mother's books in the forbidden library.

"What an interesting concept," she thought as she swiped to read next page.

"People are born without the ability of recognizing colors. Everything is just black and white, but when the time comes, the first color they are able to see is the color of their soulmates' eyes.

"Clans owners of dark magic take this soulmate concept very seriously, and awake special powers the moment they first look at their soulmate's eyes."

"Sarada, what are you doing?"

She immediately closed the book, she wasn't supposed to be at her mother's library; it contained secrets of magic and she was too young to learn about them.

"N-Nothing, just curious about soulmates.” She looked at her mother. “I heard Papa say that word to you and I was curious"

Sakura came close to her and picked the book she was reading. ‘Love and magic’ printed on the cover.

"My darling, you know you have to ask for permission if you want to come here. You are still very young, and soulmates is a topic we can discuss when you get a bit older, okay?"

"Are you and Papa soulmates?" That's the only thing Sarada wanted to know, giving her mother puppy eyes.

"Yes, we are, and you may find yours someday, now come here, sweetheart." Sakura kneeled in front of her, poked her head and then hugged her curious little bean.

End of the flashback.

"Oh no... " when she looked at Chocho, her friend gasped, she already knew what was happening in that moment.

“This means someone is near.” Sarada said in a worried tone, and by someone, she meant her soulmate. She was on the white side, and this wasn't good news, for that meant her soulmate was either a white magician or a dark magician following her where she shouldn't be.

Both girls stood up, ready to say goodbye; they couldn’t risk getting caught because they could be severely punished by the magician society, and their parents for breaking the rules. That was the original plan until they heard a boy screaming from the other side of the small park.

"SHIKADAI, YOUR GLOVES LOOK WEIRD!"

"Calm down, Boruto, there's nothing wrong with my gloves." The other boy sighed. It was like the third time he assured his friend but he kept insisting there was something wrong with his gloves.

They were walking toward the other girls, Sarada was about to leave, but there was no time. The moment her eyes looked at the screaming boy, she knew who caused all this color mess.

Boruto, who was all confused because the world looked different, stopped on his tracks when he felt a heavy gaze land on him. When he lifted up his sight, he was able to see a girl looking straight at him, whose eyes were the same as Shikadai's gloves.

Red.

To be continued.

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Well, this may be a multichapter fic, that depends on what you guys think, should I also post my fics on ffnet? I'm also thinking of writing my own masterlist. 🤔 I don't know.

It is a soulmates AU but also kinda fantasy au, i don't know if have you ever heard of Fairy Oak, a series of books, it's based on that.

Hope you enjoy. :)

As always, special thanks to my lovely @abbypdg for beta reading this, she is my hero.

[kyvir]

I can’t believe it but I’ve actually hit 600+ followers and like... I’m blown away.

So, I decided that the next 6 requests I receive will be written ahead of all the ones I have yet to complete. First come first serve. Please send away!

Prompts only! But feel free to send more than one!

Fluff? Smut? Angst? You got it.

Challenge me~ Innocent prompts to turn smutty. Let’s make it interesting!

I’m so thankful for you guys so let me do something for you in return for you following my little blog. 🥰

[kairi-chan]

She Doesn’t Like Him - BoruSara

Rating: T

Genre: Hurt/Comfort and Romance 

A/N: Written for BoruSaraFFweek D3 - Wind 

Related to What Springtime Brings 

Sequel: He Loves Her

She doesn’t like him. She didn’t like him when they were twelve, she didn’t like him when they were sixteen and he left the village. No one was to know how she cried herself to sleep on the day he left, thinking back to how embarrassing it was that she had shed tears in front of him. Practically begged him to stay. Well, not really beg. More like, kept saying threat after threat, tears, more threats and angry yelling, and even more tears. How pathetic. An Uchiha. Crying and screaming for an Uzumaki to stay. Hold on. Haven’t we seen this before? No? Yeah, you’re right. We’re talking about Boruto and Sarada. This is the first time it happened, right? She doesn’t miss him. She didn’t look for him every time she would walk by Thunder Burger, swiftly do a double take on almost every single blond male she would walk by. Her best friend thought she needed a break and brought her to the beach. She didn’t think of his beautiful eyes when she saw the ocean again. 

Come to think of it, the first time she saw it was with him.  She sat down on the sand and stared at the twinkling sea, so vast and wide. The salty wind blowing through her hair. She closed her eyes and took in a deep yet shaky breath. She wasn’t crying. No. It’s been more than two years since he left. She had no more tears to cry for him. It’s not like she wished he was here. 

It’s not like she imagined he would scootch a little closer to her, nudge her with his shoulder, and she would nudge him back. They would go on for a while like this, laugh and maybe, she would let him when he placed his arm around her. She would let out a sigh of contentment and lean on his chest, because why not? It’s not like she enjoyed it anyway. It’s not like she wanted this. Nope. Not a chance. She opened her eyes. She was sitting alone on the long shoreline. The sun setting on the horizon, casting orange and pink light everywhere. She would have wished she could stay here forever. But what was the point if he wasn’t sitting here next to her? Woah wait. She doesn’t miss him. Doesn’t love him. Remember? She rose to her feet and dusted the sand off of her shorts and stretched her arms over her head, willing the tears back. She had no tears to cry. She had enough days of pouring out her tears until her eyes ran dry.  She didn’t like him when he left the village—and she most certainly didn’t like him now that he was back. She didn’t revel at the fact that he had gotten taller, skin slightly tanner, and his jaw looked stronger. His eyes, they looked just as beautiful, just as blue as she remembered. How silly for the ocean to remind her of his eyes, the ocean simply couldn’t compare. She stood her ground even as he approached, her posture showing no sign of remorse or forgiveness. But gosh. Tears pooled in her eyes and the way her lower lip trembled just gave it all way. Her treacherous heart beating wildly out of her chest and her stomach tangling into hopeless knots. When he stopped a few steps away and reached for her hand, she didn’t pull away. He held her hand to his chest and smiled at her. “I’m home, Sarada.” Salty tears fell down her cheeks and she could taste it at the corner of her mouth. Memories of her sitting alone on the beach came flooding back and her feelings came pouring out. Boruto pulled her to his chest and wrapped his arms around her, mumbling a string of apologies she knew he must have practiced and recited out loud to the wind during his lonely days. She cried. She cried for all the nights she missed him. Cried for all the days he missed in her life—for all the days she missed in his life. She cried for all the days she couldn’t because gosh, she knew deep down she reserved her tears for only him, and even her damn pride couldn’t do anything about it. She cried for all the days she couldn’t help pick him up when he was down, and all the days the rain poured. She cried for all the laughs they missed, and all the warm sunny days she knew he liked. Liked. Sarada doesn’t like Boruto Uzumaki. She wrapped her arms around him. “Welcome home, Boruto.” She loves him.

A/N: I intended it to be like Not a Date but I didn’t mean for it to be so... angsty. Pining Sarada is now my favorite Sarada. 

You can read more of my stories in my master post, or visit my FFnet!

If you like my work, care to sit down and have a ko-fi with me?

[dawnrosheen]

BS WEEK 2019 | DAY 8 - GENDER BENDER |

In all ways, they make the perfect couple. 

@borusarafics

[shikamarubase]

BoruSara Week 2019: Day 1→Years

5 years old.

Sarada still remembers the first time she met Boruto. He hid behind Aunt Hinata’s leg, his small hand clutching the fiber of her trousers, as her mama encouraged her to get along with the blonde boy.

“Hi, I’m Sarada!”

Blue eyes peeked at her and eyed her outstretched hand curiously, but he made no move to return the gesture. Instead his head disappeared behind Hinata’s leg and the only acknowledgement Sarada received was a soft, “Hi...”.

She pouted at his lack of enthusiasm. Her hand dropped back to her side, dejected. Did he not want to be her friend?

“I’m sorry, Sarada-chan. Boruto is a bit shy when he meets new people.”

Sarada nodded slowly at Hinata’s apologetic explanation, but her eyes never left the spot where Boruto hid himself. As fast as her short legs could carry her, Sarada marched around Hinata until she was face to face with the blonde boy wearing a bright pink shirt.

She stretched her hand towards him and flashed her biggest smile. “Boruto, right? Let’s play!”

For a few seconds, he only stared at her with his mouth pressed into a thin line. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion. His eyes searched hers and saw no underlying motive in her open face. They stood in silence as he gradually came to a decision. Sarada’s smile didn’t cease as she waited for an answer. Their mothers held their breaths when he slowly reached for her hand and clutched it tightly in his.

“Okay!” Sarada’s eyes lit up when Boruto finally returned her smile with one of his own.

She’ll never forget how his smile was as bright as a sun’s that day.

12 years old.

Every once in a while, Sarada would remember their first meeting and scoff. It’s hard to believe how a person can change so much in a few years. Boruto was no longer the shy and quiet boy she once knew. Nowadays he was loud, obnoxious and always in the middle of trouble. Not a day goes by without the two of them bickering about one thing or another.

She thought they would never again get along as well as when they were children.

She saw him as her rival in her path to becoming Hokage. Boruto was the grandson of the 4th and son of the 7th Hokage after all. It wouldn’t be unusual if he wanted to follow the same path.

Yet he told her, “When you become Hokage, I’ll be your right-hand man. I’ll guard you well!” Boruto said this with such confidence, Sarada felt her face turn red.

Boruto had changed.

She could tell from how he stared straight ahead, eyes unclouded. He finally had a goal he was willing to work towards.

A rush of amazement coursed through her veins as she gazed at the boy in front of her.

For the first time, Sarada noticed how much bluer his eyes were underneath the sunlight.

16 years old.

“Boruto!”

Sarada’s feet slapped against the concrete as she chased after his retreating back. She stretched her arm in a desperate attempt to reach for him, even if it was only a few inches closer.

She wasn’t going to stand by and watch him leave.

“Stop!” She managed to wrap her fingers around a chunk of his cloak and pulled him to an abrupt halt.

“Let go, Sarada,” he said in a low voice. He made no move to face her. Although they were only centimeters apart, she felt like she could never truly reach him.

“Why? Why are you leaving the village? Leaving me?” She screamed at him, hoping the volume of her voice would somehow drown the pain in her chest.

“Didn’t you say you’re gonna be my right-hand man when I become Hokage? You liar!” She repeatedly pounded his back as tears escaped her eyes. And yet, Boruto still would not look at her.

He stood, motionless, and took the blows without a single word. Her punches eventually turned into meek slaps until all she could do was clutch his cloak tightly, sobbing.

“Do you trust me?”

Afraid her voice would crack, Sarada could only manage a faint, “Mm.”

“Then have faith in me and in my promise. I’ll come back for you.”

The strength and conviction in his voice urged Sarada to straighten up and wipe her eyes.

“I’ll be waiting for you, so don’t you dare break your promise.” She gave him another powerful slap to the back, this time urging him forward.

Boruto chuckled in relief. He knew he would be feeling that punch for a while.

“Then, I’ll be going.”

Sarada nodded as he walked away. After taking a few steps, he surprised her by turning around and flashing her a big smile.

“See ya later, Sarada!”

The next time she blinked, he was gone.

23 years old.

Instead of preparing for her inauguration, Sarada found herself pacing back and forth at the top of Hokage Rock. She was convinced the anxious feeling in her chest had little to do with the actual ceremony and more on who’s going to be there.

Or rather, she thought with a sinking heart, on who’s not going to be there.

She should be ecstatic—she was so close to achieving her life-long goal of being Hokage—and yet she had never felt emptier.

She hadn’t heard from Boruto in years, not since he left the village.

Not even a single letter, she huffed in annoyance, he could be dead for all she knew!

In her heart, she knew it wasn’t true. Boruto never breaks his promises, even if it took him years to do so. But couldn’t he spare a few minutes to write her a note or something? Sarada felt like she was going to go crazy from the lack of news.

She put her hands around her mouth and yelled, “Boruto, you idiot!!!”

“Wow. Is this the thanks I get for returning?”

Sarada whirled around, half-convinced she imagined the voice, and gasped. Without another moment’s hesitation, she broke into a run and threw herself into Boruto’s waiting arms.

“Missed me?” He breathed into her neck.

“Idiot, what kind of question is that?” She pulled away to look into the pair of clear blue eyes she had longed to see.

“Of course I did.”

Boruto looked past her head and at the view of their entire village from the top. “This place hasn’t changed a bit,” he said, the corners of his mouth turned up into a smile.

“Do you remember the promise I made here?”

Sarada didn’t reply as a wave of nostalgia washed over her. Her memory of that particular day was still vivid in her mind.

“When you become Hokage, I’ll be your right-hand man,” Boruto repeated with a small glint in his eyes. “A lot has happened over the years, but I’m finally back to fulfill that promise.”

With both of them facing the village, Boruto intertwined her hand in his and squeezed tightly.

They may have been separated for a long time, but Boruto and Sarada were ready to face the future.

Together.

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A/N: Hope I’m not late to the party! This was sorta inspired by @benteja’s amazing artwork for the first day of bsa week! Ngl I didn’t plan on doing anything for this week cause of my busy sched, but I can’t ignore it when inspiration hits. It’s my first time to write BoruSara so I’m a bit nervous about posting this >///< I hope you all enjoyed. And as always, thank you so much for reading! <3

@borusarafics

[sofya-fanfics]

Rain and Sunset

For Borusara Week 2019 Day 4 with the prompt : Sunset or Rain.

I’m sorry for the mistakes, English is not my mother tongue. I hope you like it.

@borusarafics

Disclaimer : Naruto and Boruto : Naruto Next Generations belong to Masashi Kishimoto, Ukyo Kodachi and Mikio Ikemoto.

How could things turn out so badly ? Sarada wondered for the hundredth time. It was supposed to be a quick and easy mission. There was no prior indication of such a result. Team 7 had to accompany a politician to Suna. But they had been attacked by bandits along the way and while Boruto and Konohamaru were fighting, Mitsuki and Sarada had to protect the politician. The storm rumbled and the small group of Sarada had to take refuge in a cave near the place where they had separated. The lightning tore the sky and the rain began to fall until it was stronger and stronger.

Sarada said she would mount guard. She knew that her mission was to protect the politician and that she had to obey, but it worried her not to know what was happening with Boruto and Konohamaru. She knew that no matter what happened, Boruto would come back to her. He always came back and she trusted him. But this rain made her shiver. She had a bad premonition. She looked in the distance, hoping to see them arrive. She felt Mitsuki's hand on her shoulder. She looked at him. He smiled to reassure her.

‘You are worried about Boruto,’ he said.

Sarada looked away and nodded. It was an irrational fear, she knew it, but she could not help worrying.

‘I'm sure they'll be here soon,’ Mitsuki added.

He smiled at her again and went back to see the politician. Sarada thought of Boruto. Before leaving with Konohamaru, he gave her a huge smile and put his hands on her shoulders, saying :

‘I come back soon.’

Sarada looked in the distance again, but with the rain falling visibility was difficult. After a moment, which seemed like ages for her, she saw a shadow approaching at high speed. She remained on her guard and activated her Sharingan. She recognized Konohamaru who ran towards the cave, with Boruto on his back. Seeing that Boruto was hurt and barely conscious, Sarada rushed to them.

‘Boruto !’ She said.

Konohamaru laid him down and Sarada saw that his t-shirt was covered with blood.

‘He was wounded by a kunai,’ Konohamaru said. ‘I did what I could, but medical jutsus are not my specialty.’

Sarada pulled up Boruto's t-shirt. The wound on his belly was ugly and despite the treatment of Konohamaru, Boruto was still bleeding. Boruto groaned in pain and Sarada had to concentrate to remember what her mother had taught her. She closed her eyes for a second and took a deep breath. She could feel the chakra doing its job. She continued the healing process, forgetting no injuries. She was so focused that she did not notice that Boruto had opened his eyes. He put his hand on hers and smiled when Sarada looked at him.

‘I’m fine Sarada. Thank you.’

Boruto sat down with the help of Sarada and Konohamaru. Once Boruto said he was fine, his sensei joined Mitsuki and the politician. Boruto noticed that Sarada's eyes were red and full of tears.

‘Are you crying ?’ He asked worriedly.

He put his hand on her cheek and wiped away her tears with his thumb.

‘Of course not !’ Sarada said, pushing his hand away. ‘It's the rain.’

Boruto wanted to tell her that it had stopped raining, but he said nothing. She would never admit it. Boruto smiled to reassure her.

‘I told you I would come back soon.’

‘You idiot ! Don’t ever scare me like that again.’

Without thinking, she threw herself into Boruto's arms and burst into tears. He hugged her and whispered, ‘It’s okay, I'm fine’. Sarada calmed down after a moment, but they stayed in each other’s arms as the sun set.

The end

[karinrumi]

Diary Entries of a Shadow. [BoruSara, OneShot, BoruSara Week 2019]

Title: Diary Entries of a Shadow. [BoruSara, BoruSara Week 2019, Day 2, Diary, Boruto PoV]  

BoruSara Week Day 2 Prompt: Diary.

Word Count: 602. 

Rating: T.

@borusarafics

Entry one, day one, year of the moon:

Today I fought together with Sarada against an enemy that used curses.  Luckily, I jumped up to protect her in time. I get she's powerful, but it doesn't mean she shouldn't be careful. I'm starting to get seriously worried about her. Recently she spaces out a lot during the battles. Is there some reason for it? 

Anyway, that means I just need to be more thorough to protect her. She's my precious friend, after all. 

Entry two, day two, year of the moon: 

I talked with Sarada today. Learning that she hid from me her concerns, made me upset. How? How can I make her talk about the other things that bother her? 

Am I not her shadow and protector? Wasn't it the promise I made with her? 

Entry three, day six, year of the moon:

Sarada told me that I don't need to fulfil the promise we made during childhood. I wanted to protest, but I was too much shocked, hearing her say these words.

Why? Why she doesn't understand that with the time my words;

"I will protect you." 

Changed their meaning after I realised my feelings for her. I... don't want for my words, promise and time I spend on training to be taken lightly. 

Even if she doesn't want protection, I'll still protect her. Not because I promised to do it. 

It's because she's important to me.

Entry four, day nine, year of the moon: 

Foe we faced yesterday was overwhelming. I took a fatal blow to protect Sarada, and in exchange, my eye got scarred. 

As long as she's safe, a scar or two on my body means nothing to me. Hospital nurses scold me a lot though, ya know? They say I shouldn't yet write in my diary with that serious injury.  

Jokes on them, I like boasting too much about my accomplishments in the department of protecting Sarada. 

I owe her. For all those times she protected me too.  

Entry four, day fourteen, year of the moon:

Sarada came to visit me. At first, she acted like her usual self,  then she suddenly cried. 

I was annoyed by her apology. My scar wasn't her fault. That was the choice I made being aware of the ugly consequences. 

There's something I need to confess. I cannot bear the thought of Sarada dying. 

Ah, it's too late for me, ya know? I am a fool in love.  Writing it down is a lot easier than saying it out loud.   

Entry five, day twenty, year of the moon:

I got scolded. Sarada found and read my diary. I was called a big dumbass as well as a drama queen. Well, it's true that maybe I overreacted by misunderstanding what she meant.  

She could use better words to explain it to me, ya know? Anyway, I feel relieved and at the same time, scared.

I found an entry with Sarada's handwriting. It said; 

"You're important to me too, idiot. I love you."

I don't know if I should feel happy she reciprocate my feelings, or angry she wrote in my diary.

Honestly, no matter what, I do think she's an amazing woman.

The woman I love. Of course, first I need to go out of the hospital.  Hey, I hope she really wasn't joking and loves me for real. 

I can handle any scar on my body if she's honest about her feelings. 

The only thing I need is her being by my side. That's the only thing I can ask for. 

Because I am a fool.  A fool in love.

[borusawa]

I Guess That's Love

A/N: The first chapter of my new story is out! I hope yall like it, even after all this time.

Part 1: Meet Uncute

“Finally fucking home,” her brain reverberated as the pleasure of removing her shoes dominated her body.

The natural scent of her house had healing powers, or so she was convinced, since entering what came to be her personal paradise always felt like tapping the reset button of her brain. Lola, her cat, softly meowed a welcome and Sarada couldn’t help but to pet the tiny angel while dropping her purse on the floor. She had a long day at work, which led her body to claim back all her delayed sleep in a spare of hours causing her to be completely exhausted when she finally managed to get home.

In the dark of the night and the peaceful silence that those hours tend to have, she guided herself to the bathroom, ready to shower the pain out. It was, certainly, the moment she treasured the most. The cold water managed to unwind her like nothing else, her playlist helped to get out of her system the last bit of work-related issue that could be persisting in her brain. A true dose of pure therapy.

It was well past 2 AM and she pressed play right before stripping out of her clothes and stepping into the shower. It was something about nightcore with guttural singing that just made her happy and when the water started to run down on her body overall relaxation fell upon. Only when the shower had finished and the music was finally paused that she heard a light knock on her door. Constant and, quite frankly, a bit annoyed, knock. Who could it be so late at night? The questions flooded her brain, worries about her parents, her friends, herself─for all she knew it could be a criminal of some sort. But would a criminal politely knock?

Sarada looked through the peephole on her door and spotted a familiar face. Not a close person but she at least knew her house was not about to get robbed. She held her towel tighter around her body and opened the door, only to be received by a mess of blond hair and barely open blue eyes. Her neighbor, a new neighbor nonetheless, apparently had something to tell her that couldn’t be held till the next day. She opened the door and plopped only her head outside.

“Do you happen to know what time it is?” His husked voice asked, eyes unable to look at her directly because of the lights coming out of her living room.

“Well... do you?” Sarada asked right before checking her phone. “It’s a quarter past three.”

“Exactly. That considered, would you mind explaining why there were screaming noises coming from your apartment?”

A scoff left her mouth. “Excuse me? You must be mistaken, I am sure I made no noise.”

Suspicion was spread over his face “No, I totally heard screams. The walls are thin and I made sure to listen carefully before knocking. What are you even doing awake at this time? Are you torturing someone or something?”

"What?” Sarada couldn’t believe that was happening. “What’s wrong with you? No one was screaming, I already told you that.”

“Then why are you behind your door? To hide the blood, that’s why.” The blond man crossed his arms.

“I could be with someone here for all you know,” Sarada stated.

A/N: If you wanna continue reading check out the same story on archive of our own or fanfiction.net! I'm just redirecting because I probably won't keep updating it on Tumblr.

[faintblueivy]

Querencia - BoruSara Royal AU

Written for lovely @miratriarch! It was my secret santa gift for her! I did not have enough time on my hand to post it earlier but here it is now! Hopefully you all will enjoy it!

Genre: Fluff and a little of everything

words: 8k

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Querencia

 The place where one’s strength is drawn from; where one feels at home; the place where you are your most authentic self.

"Have you heard?" 

Normally, Sarada considered herself above doing undignified acts like eavesdropping, but right now, in this tea party she had no other work to do. Suffering from the epitome of boredom, Sarada's ears picked up the talk of some daughters of some lower lords. And despite not wanting to, she found herself unable to tear away from their conversation. 

"Prince Boruto! He's coming back from the front lines. I’ve heard that the King and Queen are celebrating his arrival with a ball arranged in his honour!" 

Of course. They would be talking about him. 

Boruto Uzumaki, the son of King Naruto Uzumaki and Queen Hinata Uzumaki, the heir to the throne of the kingdom of Wind was returning back. After spending two years on the front lines, and four before for his education, trying to suppress violence and protect the citizens of the Alliance, he was coming back Home. Of course, a grand cause of celebration and joy for both - the common citizens and the royal family. One had their Prince coming back, and the other had their son returning home. And obviously, also a blessed occasion for power and prestige hungry lords who were desperately hatching plans to make the young crown prince marry one of their daughters. 

Sarada sighed. It was a sad scenario for their society that everything around them was supposed to be about power, prestige and money. But unfortunately, as much as she loathed to admit it, she was a part of that vicious circle. 

She remembered the wave of happiness that swept over her father’s court when the letter from King Naruto had arrived a week ago. As her father read the invitation himself, she had watched a tiny smile grace his lips. He passed over the letter to her mother and she too, could hardly hold her spirits and bright smile on her face spoke of her joy over the matter. Unaware of the contents of the letter, she had been inquisitive of it. The letter was then brought to her. 

She admitted she had to read the letter twice before forcing herself to believe that this was true because the letter not only had King Naruto’s signature but also the royal insignia. The first half of the letter was the official information but the second part was written in a weird messy scrawl that she immediately recognized as the King’s. It read:

Dear bastard, I’m letting you know this information in advance because I want you, Sakura and Sarada here at least a week before Boruto returns. I won’t take no for an answer. The invitation to the ball will come a week later. Come as soon as you can, Sasuke. Hoping to see you soon!  

Sarada understood the reason her parents were smiling. Both her father and King Naruto had been best friends since their childhoods. The two of them have seen the worst of each other but still remained together through the years of conflict and war, and their bond was one of the most heartwarming things that she had ever seen. 

…

She was back from her low tea, responding to the letters that the citizens of the Fire kingdom had written to their dear crown princess when the news of the arrival of the invitation was conveyed to her. She rushed to her father's chambers, only to find her parents laughing at something. 

"Oh, Sarada!" Her mother exclaimed seeing her. "Come here!" The queen gestured for her to sit and her father immediately slid to a side to give her some space. As soon as she was seated, the invitation was thrust into her hands. And as King Naruto had promised, the invitation was for the Ball - arranged around a month later from the date.  Below, there was personal note of invitation written by both King and Queen, inviting her parents to help arrange the festivity.  

This is how two weeks later, Sarada found herself in premisses of the Wind Castle. The winter was in full swing and even though it was not as cold as her kingdom, but as namesake, the wind castle was windy. Sarada watched the tiny snowflakes dance around, the snow had just begun precipitating. They had arrived yesterday, with a large ensemblement of gifts and presents and were greeted by a warm welcome by the King and the Queen and their daughter - Princess Himawari. The ball was a matter of great importance, so all of the necessary tasks were divided among the supervision of all the royals present. 

Her father and the King were busy sending invitations and scouting for the safety and security of their guests. With a ball this grand, it was obvious that all of the important people of The Great Alliance will be present. Her mother had taken the charge of decorations and arrangements, while the Queen was arranging for food and beverages and, she was tasked with boarding arrangements for the invitees.

The preparations were being made on a massive scale and it was pure coincidence when the queen walked with her party across the room that Sarada had been preparing.

“Princess Sarada?” 

She called out. Her voice was soft, but held enough authority for the maids to bow and leave the room to give them privacy.

“Good morning, your majesty.”

Sarada courtesized to the Queen gracefully and the older woman smiled. “I’m honestly immensely grateful for your help. And undoubtedly,” she turned around to take a look of the entire room, “You are doing amazing.”

“Thank you for your kind words, majesty.”

Hinata nodded and sat on one of the large ornate chairs, and patted the space beside her in a gesture to make her sit. Who was she to deny the royal matriarch so Sarada took the place offered. 

“I think we are above such formalities Sarada. I want you to understand that we see you as a part of our family and I want you to think of us the same way, child. So please, be as free and comfortable as you want.”

Sarada nodded, overwhelmed by the loving gestures of the Queen. If her mother was a bright and encouraging woman, the Queen was a kind, empathetic and loving person. They were vastly different in their codes of conduct, but both of them shined in their respective roles as the Queens of their respective Kingdoms. When Sarada thought about the kind of Queen she wished to become , these two women were her greatest inspirations. 

And Sarada had to admit, having spent a lot of her childhood running through these halls, this place definitely felt like home. 

…

The entire castle is thrust into chaos when the news of Prince's arrival in a few hours is circulated. All the preparations are done haphazardly and the entire castle is ordered to assemble at the east entrance. 

"Wasn't he supposed to arrive tomorrow?" Sarada asked the maid helping her dress up. 

"Yes, your highness, Prince Boruto was scheduled to arrive tomorrow. But the news of his arrival is absolutely true." The maid replied, sorting out her skirts. 

Sarada sighed and stared at her reflection in the mirror as the maids around her flitted, some of them dressing her and others plaiting her hair in an elegant braid. She noticed how sharp her face appeared and how taller she looked. 

Would he notice too?

Last time they had met, she was ten and he was eleven. He was a loud, rambunctious kid with a big grin and bright blue eyes. Had he changed too? It was hard to envision him differently. 

She was dressed up with finesse and up and about and exited her room only to meet a swarm of servants rushing out to welcome their Prince. She had always known how much the people in this castle adored him. The older servants wanted to see their young troublemaking Prince and the younger ones wanted to catch a glimpse of their young handsome future monarch. 

Sarada came to stand with her parents, not close and not too far from them either. The King and Queen of Wind, and Princess Himawari were standing the farthest down the massive stairs, eager to welcome their son with loving arms and it took only a few moments, but Prince's procession was visible. And even from this far Sarada could see him riding at the front, his horse was the fastest as approached the castle gate with a big smile. 

He reined in the horse just a few feet away from the stairs and jumped down. 

"Brother!" The little princess screamed and rushed to her brother who gathered her in a large embrace and the sight was so pure that even Himawari's strict governess did not seem to have the heart to reprimand. Both Naruto and Hinata approached their children and it was honestly, a heartwarming reunion. 

It was then he noticed the presence of her parents, and an elated smile came over his face. He stepped near her parents and greeted them properly with a respectful bow and Sarada giggled as her mother squealed and pulled him in a tight embrace. Sarada had a personal experience with those hugs and was impressed when Boruto did not ask to be released even after a few seconds. Her father said something to him but she couldn't hear, due to the distance and the noise. He replied something smiling and suddenly his gaze flicked up, straight towards her. 

The moment their eyes met, something inside her stomach flipped. She watched as the recognition lit up in his eyes, and he almost stepped forward as if to approach her but the sudden wave of cheer from the castle staff broke them out of their trance. Sarada smiled when the old maids of the castle greeted him with tearful eyes but he was loving in the way he wiped off their tears and talked to them with all the excitement he could spare. And she watched the respect and adoration in their eyes grow for their Prince by leaps and bounds. But what she didn't know was that every time he could, the Prince would definitely steal a glance in her direction. 

…

Dripping with sweat, Boruto was having the time of his life. Battling his old instructor in a swordfight and overpowering the old guy was satisfactory in ways he could not describe. It reflected his improvement and passion for an activity that was not only enjoyable to him but also as a necessary as the royal heir. 

He stepped forward and swung his blade in an arc and the old man used his sword to block it, but Boruto was swift, he slid the sword underneath his master's and tugged it away with strength. A loud clang reverberated throughout the practice grounds as his opponent's sword was out of bounds. 

His master had a delightful smile on his face. He raised his hands and clapped for the Prince and Boruto smiled in return. 

"You did well, your highness. I'm impressed! You've turned into a fine swords master." The man praised him.

"Thank you, Master. Your words mean a lot to me." Boruto bowed, expressing his gratitude to man who taught him this skill. 

"Oh, it looks like it's over! Prince Boruto is unoccupied now!" 

Boruto felt the hair on the back of his neck stand at the distant scream. His body froze and he did not dare to turn back, even for a glance. His teacher was kind enough to understand his predicament, but evil enough to enjoy it to the fullest. He teased, "If I were you, your highness, I would have sprinted away and never looked back." 

Boruto gave him a nod before doing exactly as what he was told to. He sheathed his sword back and broke into full speed. Panic jumped up his throat when he heard a cacophony of shrill voices and pitter-patter of feet following him at a speed they shouldn't. 

It had been the same scene since the day he had returned and got even more out of hand when the guests for the Ball started arriving one by one. After the lords of different states began offering their daughters to his parents and listed off their qualities as if they were livestock and even hinted at the amount of dowry that may be sent, his parents had put their foot down and announced that his wife was going to be the woman he chose for himself. It seemed to calm down the situation a little for a few days only to get worsened when the daughters realised that they could woo him themselves. 

Who knew that the desperation of an unmarried lady was more fearsome than the sword of an enemy soldier on the battlefield. Boruto 

Uzumaki had made the mistake of underestimating these dainty young women. And he was going to pay for it dearly. 

Though, only if they manage to catch him. He smirked. This was his castle. The place he had spent his entire childhood and he was aware of every nook and corner of their estate. He swiftly turned around a corner and grinned. The old oak tree still stood tall. Of course, he knew gardens here like the back of his hand. 

He climbed the tree barely breaking a sweat and praised his luck when the window directly in front of the tree, which led to a secluded room was opened. He walked on a sturdy branch and grabbed the upper one before swinging himself inside the chamber. 

"Oooof!" 

Unfortunately his landing was not as graceful as he expected because the moment he landed, the carpet beneath his boots slid away, forcing him to land straight on his bottom. 

"I had my doubts, but today, you've done nothing but confirmed them." 

He froze up, hearing a feminine voice so close in his vicinity. He gathered a lot of courage and dared to turn in the direction where he assumed the speaker was. 

She was sitting there, on a chair, dressed in plain white and maroon robes, dark hair held in a low bun without any accessories to decorate them. He noticed that she had a book in her hand, the cover definitely written in a forgein language. 

"Sarada? Is...that you? This is your room?" He asked, standing up and dusting himself off as he sauntered over to her. 

She had grown up, even beautifully, if he might add. Her slender figure and dark piercing eyes were noticeable in ways he should not think of, as a gentleman, but he couldn't help himself from the pink blush tinting his cheeks. 

"Yes. You might have noticed had you entered like any sane human does, my prince. A path of entrance called door exists." 

Oh. That sharp tongue did not grow away. A part of him was happy about it. Sarada would not be the Sarada he knew if not for her quick witted sarcastic remarks. But she was not wrong though. Like at all. 

"I'm sorry! My sincere apologies! I didn't know this." 

He bowed to her deeply to emphasize his regret over causing her trouble but she waved him off. 

"Please calm down now. What's done is done." She said calmly, not at all panicky the way a woman should be if a man bursts into her room like he had done. He deduced the reason behind this was the small dagger resting beside her cushion. 

"No! No. This is highly inappropriate. I shouldn't have done this. I'm a grown man now. I should behave like one." He buried his face into his palm and Sarada bit back how he was just proving his own point. 

"Yes, you probably should. But if you don't mind letting me know, what happened? Hope you did not break a vase today." 

She smirked and gestured for him to take the chair beside her. 

"Hey! I did that when I was...six!" He yelled, placing himself on the seat. 

"And how does that help you?" 

"What? Sarada!" 

His petulant expression made Sarada finally break her facade she burst into giggles. 

"Yes, you are still the same old Boruto." 

He paused, eyes wide,"Is that a good thing?" 

"Hmmm...maybe." She gave him a tiny smile. "How was your training, if you don't mind telling me?"  

"Eh? Of course, I don't! It was…" he stopped for a moment, trying to find the right words to describe,"-exhilarating. And exhausting. We learned something new everyday. It was informative... and, uh, fun? I was allowed to meet all kinds of people and understand their ways of living. I liked it there." He muttered the last line with a sense of nostalgia. 

"Oh, you did not wish to come home?" She unconsciously fisted the silk of her robes.

"No! No! Home is Home, Sarada. I longed to see Mother, Father and Hima everyday." He admitted, giving her a small smile. 

Did you think of me too? 

Sarada had the question on the tip of her tongue but decided not to let it out. 

"Enough about me! What about you? As the Crown Princess of Fire, you must have had your fair share of endeavours." 

Almost surprised at his interest for her life, she nodded. "That, I had. I have been trained in several arts of weapons and battlefields alongside music, art and other required assets. But…" 

Boruto tilted his head to a side, a questioning look present on his face. 

"Most people believe that...I'll marry an appropriate suitor and give the Kingdom it's much needed King." 

Boruto felt his brows shot up in immense surprise. 

"Marry and give someone else the crown that is rightfully yours? What kind of dirty politics is that? Are you okay with that?" He asked, clenching his fist and expressing righteous indignation over the matter. 

"Of course not!" She exclaimed, her mouth set in a firm line, "I do not wish to be rude, but I've spent my blood, sweat and tears to become a worthy Queen." 

He relaxed, as if it was the only answer he wanted to hear. "That is a relief to hear. Because I would hate to be partnered with some unworthy misogynistic scoundrel to keep the alliance." 

"Partnered?" She questioned. 

"Yes! After all, I've always imagined you to be one of the heads of the alliance in the future." He said that with so much nonchalance that it made Sarada aware of the amount of the faith he had in her as a capable future ruler. And it made her wanting to be nothing but honest with him. So, she confessed, "I'm not opposed...to marriage though." 

"Huh?" He looked stunned. 

"I do not mind marrying an appropriate match if they are kind to my people and respectful to my parents. I would not mind sharing my throne or my crown if they prove themselves worthy of it. " she said firmly, putting forth her views.

"I see." Boruto nodded in acknowledgement. 

They settled into a comfortable silence and Sarada had to admit that it was not as awkward she expected. She had believed that with how busy his schedule appeared, the only time they might have met would have been the Ball. It was an absolute surprise when he had burst through her window, albeit, not a bad one per say, but she would not tell him that. Her heart felt so warm and full knowing how much he trusted her that she could not stop herself from telling him. He was examining the books she had on her table when she spoke up.

"Thank you, Boruto." 

He blinked. "Is there any reason you wish to thank me for?" 

She gave him a thankful smile. "I'm simply glad to know that you believe that... I'm worthy of my Kingdom's crown." 

He shook his head and returned her smile. 

"Sarada...do not ever let anyone make you believe that you are in the wrong. Because you are not. I have faith in you."

He stood up, and bowed to her grandly, even dipping on one knee as he continued," Your future Majesty, Sarada Uchiha, Queen of the great Kingdom of Fire." 

She laughed at his grandiose gesture, even a palm on her mouth failed to muffle her sounds. And Boruto had to admit, that coy expression on her face was making his heart pound and leave him breathless. 

And the sudden force of his feelings slamming into his conscience made him realise that if he had been standing, his knees surely would have given out. And just a genuine smile from her was enough for the ugly maelstrom of wretched feelings to arise again from the deep corners of his mind. 

As a young child, he had been of a carefree attitude. It was only after he was sent out that he understood the warmth of Home and care of Family. He missed his parents and his sister. But they we're not the only ones. He also missed the cook who would secretly bake him treats. He missed his tutor and his master. 

And he also missed Sarada.

He does not have a memory of the first time they met, but for as long as he can remember, they were together. But stepping away from the safe confines of his parents' sanctuary introduced him to the harshness of life. 

Things changed when he learned that the companions around him had their sisters and friends and acquaintances were getting engaged or married. The realisation was hard to accept. To believe that one day, Sarada and Himawari would be married to men suitable for them and he'd be left alone with a wife he probably wouldn't want. 

It was cruel. It was cruel in ways he did not wish to think of. 

"Are you certain that you're not in love with her?" 

A friend, his senior, had asked him after listening to his jumbled up feelings. And Boruto had spent countless sleepless nights wondering the answer to that question. 

When the news of her debut ball had reached his ears, his selfishness knew no bounds. The entire scenario had simply made him realise how hard it would be to see Sarada with another person. He hoped desperately that the Uchiha Princess had yet to meet any man that she would end up desiring. Atleast not before, he manages to express his own feelings to her. 

And a part of him loathed himself for this selfishness. 

He was deep in his labyrinth of thoughts when a loud knock pushed him out of his musings. 

"Hide!" Sarada whispered furiously, pushing him inside one of the largest almirahs present in her room. 

"Wha-" Before he could even finish his word, the door was slammed shut on his face. He carefully and silently slid the door, only a tiny bit to see the chaos happening. 

"Your highness!" He immediately recognized the shrill voice af Miss Jane, the daughter of one of the Northern lords of Wind. 

"Yes? How may I help you?" 

"I hope we did not disturb you, your highness, but we just wanted to ask if you knew where Prince Boruto is?" 

Sarada made an act of looking surprised, before giving them a smile. And Boruto had to bite back a laugh at how fake it looked. 

"I'm sorry to disappoint you, ladies, but I’m afraid that I don't know where the Prince is." 

She craftily engaged the young women in a conversation and signalled him to escape out of the back door of her room. It was only after Boruto was in the safe confines of his room that it hit him that the gestures and hand signals she had made when letting him know how to escape were the same ones they used when they used to play around as children. 

…

Boruto sighed in relief. After an entire day of dealing with diplomats from all over the alliance, meeting the important lords, reading about the newly signed treaties and laws, he was finally spared. More often than not he had the urge to ditch all these things and run away but that was allowed when he was a child. But now, as a young adult and a future monarch, it would be utterly disgraceful on his part. And especially after making a fool out of himself in front of Sarada yesterday, he had to prove to both her and himself that he has changed. And for the better.

She had been working tirelessly to make the people of her country and the members of the alliance to acknowledge her as the heiress to the throne of Uchihas. And if he slacked up here, it would be a shame for her. 

They were rivals. For as long as he can think off. In studies, literature, music and diplomacy. But the list did not end there. They were opponents in fencing, fishing, horse riding and all the possible sphere of lives he could think of. He could not bring himself to think the way these people do because time and time again Sarada has proved herself to be his equal. She was someone he admired deeply, no questions asked. So, yesterday's conservation had been ingrained in his brain. It irked him to no end. He personally wanted to meet all of these people who ever made her feel inadequate and challenge them for a duel and defeat them so bad that they don’t ever dare to raise their heads again in front of her. 

He huffed. Mood ruined, he walked to the fencing practice grounds, ready to unload himself by swinging his sword around a little bit. It was after he entered through the gate, he heard the tell tale swish of a sword swinging. As experienced as he was, he could tell that the person’s moves were coordinated and contained and even powerful. Entranced, he moved towards the sounds and felt his jaw slack at the sight.  

There she was, Uchiha Sarada, in all her glory. 

Dressed in a plain tunic and dark slacks and hair held in a high ponytail, she had sweat dripping down her chin. She was swinging her sword around and Boruto was mind-boggled over how smooth her moves appeared, how fluid the transition between her moves looked. Entranced, he stood there for god knows how long before her voice breaks through the silence of the training grounds. 

“How long do you plan on standing there?”

He almost jumps and blushes hard in embarrassment and darts his gaze away. After a few seconds of silence, he catches her staring at him from the side of his eyes and she is smiling knowingly, her sword dangling limp on her side.

“I was here to blow some steam off. Would you like to have a spar with me?” He asked, examining a nearby sword.

“I would be honoured to.” 

Boruto grinned at her response. Shedding off his coat and rolling up the sleeves of his dress shirt, he could not hide the glee in his actions. As well as he knew Sarada, she was going to give him a run for his money. She was strong, he knew that. But he wasn’t planning on losing either. He entered the battle space, jumped around a little to warm himself up and then took a stance. Sarada followed his suit and both of them were smirking. 

“Ready?” He raised a brow smugly. 

“Yes!”

“Then here I come!” 

That was all he said before the loud clangs of metal striking reverberated through the entire area and if you ask him, it was music to his ears. To any untrained eyes it would seem as if they were dancing around each other, moving in sync. But Boruto could not hold back his mad smile. Missing each other by hair breadth and revelling in the intensity of the moment was spine tingling. The adrenaline coursed through his veins and oh lord, he was enjoying every second of it. And he was sure that Sarada felt the same way if the smirk on her lips and the feral look in her eyes was anything to go by. 

It was only when the hush of whispers increased to a level where they couldn’t be ignored was when he realised that they were surrounded by people. Mostly peers of their age. Men and women alike. He guessed that ladies might have followed him like they had done a few days before and men might have been interested to do some training themselves.

“I didn’t know princess Uchiha could use a sword!” someone exclaimed from the crowd. The comment would have been fine if Boruto had not sensed a condescending tone speaking it. 

“Poor girl. It’s such a shame that her parents could not produce a male heir. It is just causing her grievances of learning activities that a man should.”

Boruto felt his blood boil at those words. And he was sure that Sarada had heard it as well. The widening of her eyes and clenching her fist was enough of a reaction for him to know. 

“Absolutely true. Ladies look better with fans in their hands, not swords.”

Sarada faltered for a second there and Boruto felt a rush of horror when his sword almost grazed her side. He heard gasps at the almost injury that she might have obtained but it only took people only a moment to start with their gossiping again.

“I wonder if she is trying to score Prince’s affection like this.”

“It is possible. She always pretends as if she does not care about the Prince but we know better. She is as cunning as they come.”

God, what the heck these people are spouting nonsense about? 

Can they not see it for themselves? Or were they being deliberately blind to Sarada’s prowess as a warrior?

He knew he could not allow them to continue this any longer. This was getting absolutely out of hand and he could sense agitation in Sarada’s strikes. He had to protect her honour. This was not only about Sarada’s status as the Uchiha heiress, but also as a woman and a daughter. And his friend. 

And the woman he loved.

Another sharp call for Sarada and he heard someone again and this time he knew what he had to do. 

“There is no way she can beat Prince Boruto. He defeated me in the academy. Any amaetuer Princess running around with a sword is no match for him-AAAAAAHHHH!” The boy was cut off by his own scream of terror as he fell on his butt, a sword lodged in earth less than an inch away from where he stood. Everyone whirled around towards the sparring field and to their immense shock, the Prince of the wind was standing there. 

Swordless.  

But Princess Sarada still had her sword in her hand. It took a few whole moments for the gathered crowd to register what exactly happened. Even Sarada looked stunned. 

Boruto smirked. One wrong move from him was all he needed for Sarada to disarm him and that is exactly what he did. And of course, she was never one to disappoint. 

A combination of a minute mistake from him and a small demonstration of her fine skills.

He lost.

She won.

She whipped her stunned gaze at him and he gave her a knowing wink in return and then stepped forward, casually suntering towards his sword. 

“I always knew you were an amazing swordsman, your highness.” He claimed, voice loud enough for everyone to hear. Grabbing the hilt of his sword,he set his eyes straight towards the perpetrators, as if challenging them to refute his argument, as he pulled it out. “I’m honoured to have battled you.”

The strength in his gaze and conviction in his voice forced heads to bow down. 

“Thank you for being such lovely spectators to our spar.” He announced to the crowd, “You all may leave now.”

Nobody questioned his authority as they began to file and leave one by one, leaving him and his friend the only people last standing.

“Why did you do that?” 

It was the first thing she asked after being left alone.

“What are you talking about? I made a mistake and you exploited it to defeat me. That’s it.”

“No, it’s not!” She raised her voice, anger seeping into her features. “You were defeated by a woman. Boruto, do you not understand how horribly this will damage your reputation?”

They were barely a foot away from one another, the air around them was charged with tension but Boruto was not backing down from this.  

“Does it look like I care? You know it as well as I do, if the match was fair then we both had equal chances of coming out on top.” He argued and sighed,”-And let them talk. I am confident in my abilities enough to defeat each and every single one of the warriors who were present here. In Fact, I am certain you could have defeated them all with only one arm if you wanted.”

Sarada stood their dumbfounded as he proceeded to clean his sword, ready to sheath it back. 

His utmost confidence in her abilities and his adamancy to consider her and value her as an equal made her tremble on inside. He was so stubborn, but in a way where he did things right. His refusal to accept the wrongs happening around him and trying his best to change them made him endearing in ways she could not hope to describe. She admired him. His courage. His righteousness in accepting every individual as his equal irrespective of their status or gender was incredible. 

Lost in her thoughts, she was startled when Boruto waved an arm in front of her face. 

“Uh?”

“I was saying, since you won, I would like to treat you. Say, would you care for some of Robert's lemon tarts?"

Oh, when it came to Mr. Robert, the infamous cook of wind castle and his delicious lemon tarts, then who was she to decline. 

…

“Let me ask again. Why are we, responsible adults, are sneaking around like thieves, in your castle for a tray of lemon tarts that your benevolent cook would gladly offer to his prince.”

She asked acidly, crouching down in the corridors to avoid any mindful eyes, and glared the back of Boruto’s head. 

He turned to her, eyes bright and gave a grin. 

“For old times’ sake Sarada.”

The sound of approaching footsteps made him turn his head back and Sarada could not refrain herself from rolling her eyes. But then again, she didn’t need to follow him around like this, though she was still doing it.

For old times’ sake indeed.   

A few minutes later they were sitting beneath the oak tree in front of her window with a tray full of lemon tarts. She bit into one and almost moaned at the mixture of the sour and sweet flavor of the delicacy blended in such a way that left nothing but more craving on your tongue.

“It’s good? Isn’t it?” Boruto asked, already on his second one.

Sarada hummed in approval, finishing off her first. This moment mirrored the memories of their childhood together when they would sneak around the palace, steal as many lemon tarts as their small hands would allow and run here hoping that their hideout and deed would not be discovered. Because the Queen could be scary when she wanted to be. Maybe nostalgia was the reason that she had requested the queen to allow her this room which was in an entirely opposite wing of the castle.

But she wouldn’t tell anyone that. 

“You know,” she spoke, when on her third tart, “That was quite reckless of you.”

“Hm?” 

“One mistake could have cost you your life.”

He munched on his fifth one and gave her a carefree grin. “Nah, you would have not hurt me. You are too good for that. And even if something happened, it would have just left another scar, nothing much.”

Scar.

Another scar.

Her gaze flicked towards the one plain in view. Over his right eye. It extended from over his eyebrow to the near edge of his nose. She had heard of it. He had gained the injury in a rebellion against the alliance last year. But she never knew how he had gotten injured in the first place. 

Sensing the question in her gaze he gave her a wry smile. 

“The rebels had a group of children as hostages. I infiltrated their hideout and fought a few of them. One was cunning enough to rush to injure kids. I shielded them with my body. That is how I got it.” 

Sarada stared up at him in awe. This man risked his life, so stupidly, to save some little kids.

“Are you insane? Why did you not wait for more people to arrive?”

“Ehhh! One of the kids they took as hostage was very sick. He could have died in that damp and dark place due to his breathing problems. I didn’t have enough time." He explained, his eyes staring at the far away sky "-But it was insane alright." 

He chuckled then suddenly grew silent. He tilted his head towards her apprehensively. 

"Uh...does it look ugly?" 

Sarada blinked twice. The man who is almost always brimming with confidence for almost everything he did was self conscious? About a scar? 

Sarada felt her fingers brushing the bangs over his forehead gently. She knew it was inappropriate for her to touch him like this, but the genuine anxiety in his eyes made her want to convince him in any possible way that it was not a bad thing. 

"No." She whispered, her thumb tracing the scar tenderly "-I like it." 

And how could she not? The scar was a testimony of his kindness and spirit. Something that she cannot help but appreciate as a woman and as a future monarch. 

He is staring at her with wide blue eyes, looking shell-shocked. And Sarada immediately pulled her hand to her chest, face red. A part of her mentally curses herself for her audacity as she is unable to lift up her head. The green of the grass at her feet was much more interesting. 

She does not witnessed the softening of his gaze. He slowly stood up, his sword resting on his hip and the empty tray of tarts in his left hand. He bent

 a little and offered her his hand. Her gaze immediately flickered up to him and he was standing right in front of her with the gentlest expression she has ever seen a man direct at her. It was the same way her father looked at her mother. 

She hesitated for a second but Boruto waited for her patiently, the smile on his face never faltering and his eyes never straying away from hers. She felt her heart hammering in her ears as she placed her small hand into his. And his smile widened at her gesture, his eyes displaying an array of emotions that she could not bring herself to decipher at the moment. 

"Thank you, Sarada." 

He uttered these words with gratitude and Sarada felt her heart swell with feeling that she was too scared to name. Everytime he smiled like that, a swarm of butterflies fluttering inside her stomach seemed to expand upto her throat.

She was not stupid. 

She knew what it meant. Her feelings for him had already surpassed admiration and respect. What she felt now...was a much more intimate feeling. A realisation precious enough that she desperately wanted to hold on to. 

He helped her up but did not let go as they walked down together towards the castle, fingers still entwined. And for the first time in a long while...she did not care about people's opinions anymore. The gentle squeeze of his hand reminded her that he appreciated it. 

Then and there, she made a promise to herself that she will stay by his side as long as he wanted.

…

The ball was the grandest of the grandeur and Sarada had to accept that her mother had done nothing but a fabulous job with the arrangements and decorations. The ballroom was ornamented with a myriad of flowers of white, lavender. The silk curtains in a shade of rich purple enhanced the scene. Anyone who entered the room was left in awe of the colours beautifying it.

The uncountable number of dishes adorned the tables - breads, meats, salads, cakes, tarts, pastries - you name it. Everything tasty enough to be addicting. The wines were of the finest quality in existance and it just showed that the Queen had outdone herself again. 

Sarada tittered around, greeting, meeting and dancing with people. As the future Ruler of the Kingdom of Fire, she had to be in good graces of all of these important people. Dressed in a splendidly beautiful gown in shades of blue, navy and white with golden and silver lacework decorating the bodice and the hem of her skirt, and hair twisted up in an elaborate updo with gorgeous ornaments adorning her and the crown over her head represented her as the heiress of the great kingdom of fire very much.  

She had just been out of her twelfth dance of the night when she felt a sudden tap on her shoulder. She whirled around only to come face to face with the person in whose honour this Ball was arranged. 

He was dressed in a dark cloak in a shade of blue that accentuated his eyes, tunic in stark white with gold lacework and embroidery, and his hair slicked back in a fashionable hairstyle made him look gorgeous in ways she would not dare to describe. 

All she could think was that Boruto looked magnificent. Befitting of the Prince of the Wind.

He smiled and gave her a graceful bow and stretched out a hand, "May I have this dance?" 

"Of course, your highness." She smiled and slipped her hand into his. 

The music started in a slow tempo, and he gently pulled her onto the floor, leading the dance with a confident temperament. Nevertheless, their presence alone on the dance floor together attracted a lot of attention. Sarada wondered if she wanted to be bothered by it but before she could come to any conclusion Boruto leaned in, and whispered gently in her ear, “You look beautiful tonight.” 

Sarada smiled. “If I may say, you look handsome yourself, my prince.”

Boruto chuckled and started a little faster as the pace of the music increased. And Sarada giggled to herself knowing that it was futile to worry about what others thought of when she knew what she desired.

"It was such a shame that I didn't get to attend your debut ball."

He lamented, adjusting their movements in accordance with the music and enjoyed swirling her around the dance floor. His steps were flawless and contained and his grip was steady. He guided her through the crowd smoothly, never misstepping. 

"Oh, is that disappointment I hear, your highness?" Sarada smiled mischievously, dark eyes glinting. 

"Maybe." He grinned, pulling her closer to him. 

"Well, to ease you a little, my first dance was with my father and the last one was with my teacher." She leaned into him a little, aware that the distance between them was less than proprietary accepted. But she couldn't care less at the moment. 

"No random suitors?" He asked with wide eyes. 

"No one was significant enough." Sarada claimed, her grip on his shoulder tightened a little. 

"Oh, are you aiming a little high, Princess?" Boruto laughed, blue eyes boring into hers. She felt a pleasant tingling down her spine. His gaze was soft, but expressing a whirlwind of emotions that she could not distinguish in the moment alone. 

Warmth, affection, tenderness and so much more. She breathed deeply, eyes coming to rest on the sapphire jewel on the centre of his chest. She couldn't look him in the eyes, not with what she was about to do. 

"Well, I'm aiming for a young man with blonde hair and blue eyes." 

Then what followed was silence. They swayed to the beat of instruments floating in the air, but all Sarada could hear was the thundering of her heart. She had been so forward, vulgar if people might say. She could not dare to meet his eyes. If she saw haze of rejection swimming in them, she might break. With every passing second, her fear was spreading through her limbs, the chill of a nightmare that you wish to escape but are not allowed to. 

"I love you. Marry me." 

His words are sudden, crystal clear and Sarada whipped her head up to look at him. He was smiling at her softly, and his eyes looked glossy. 

"Marry me and claim me as yours. And let me claim you as mine." 

He tugged her into his warmth, cradling her gently. "You can answer whenever you wish. I don't mind waiting."

As the music stopped, they separated, but Boruto didn't let go of her hand. He guided her to side, her hand still clasped in his. He turned to her, bending a little and brushing his lips over her gloved hand, his eyes never leaving hers. 

Boruto is then summoned to his father's side to attend some of the guests. He lingered a little but left reluctantly anyway and it allowed Sarada to breathe and contemplate over the recent developments. 

Why hadn't she answered him? When she knew what she wanted, why didn't she accept his proposal? 

Maybe it was because how surreal all of this felt. How the person she had been in love with for so long, loved her back? It was mind boggling. But offered it himself. He offered to hold her hand and stay by her side forever. What more she could ask for? 

She loved him. 

She loved him, oh so much. 

Just then she knew that waiting more was foolish. Seeking him out was not difficult. He was the heart of any show with his handsome grin and welcoming aura. But it's not easy, because every step she took towards him was harder, with more and more people approaching them, it felt as if the Universe itself was pulling them apart. Every new second felt like an eon. 

She did not know if he heard her or felt her longing, but it was a surprise when he suddenly turned to her and their eyes met. looking concerned, he instantly moved towards her, worry wrinkling the edges of skin on the corner of his eyes. 

It took him only a few seconds to reach her but Sarada felt like days passing in between. 

 "Is everything alright?" 

"Yes, but...may we talk?" She gave a glance to the balcony, "Outside?" 

He nodded, and guided her through the crowd of merry people. As soon as they stepped into the fresh air of the night, Sarada whispered, "I do not wish to wait anymore." 

He whirled around, surprised and exclaimed, "What?" 

"I said, I do not wish to wait anymore." 

He was still looking at her as if she was a wonder of the moon but she leaned in and gently grasped his hand into hers. The warmth of his skin seeped through her glove and he looked him straight in the eyes, not scared of niceties of society imposed on them anymore.   

"Claim me as yours, and let me claim you as mine."

The smile that broke on his lips was brilliant than the stars above. Sarada felt her heart skip a beat, and a flutter of untamed feelings rising up at the light shining in his eyes. He did not kiss her or held her close, he simply smiled, and tightened his clasp on her hand. 

And at that moment, Sarada knew, this was what happiness felt like. 

...

I'm, tbh, quite proud of how things turned out for this fic. I loved how they managed to find their homes in each other! They are both precious! haha! Please let me know if you enjoyed this fic! And lots of love for reading it!

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Borusara Week Extra Day!!!

After some discussion with fellow mods, we have decided to arrange an EXTRA DAY for BORUSARA WEEK!

Borusara week is scheduled from August 25 to August 31! The extra day will be on-

September 1

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Your Choice!!!

Do anything you want to celebrate this beloved couple!

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BoruSara week—Day 3 Crossover AU.

In which Sarada gets lost visiting Tokyo's aquarium and suddenly Makoto and Haru find her and help her find Hinata and Boruto again.

https://m.fanfiction.net/s/13372038/2/BoruSara-week-2019

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Hi Ms. Kairi! I hope you had a good day! I couldn't really choose between the two but i think it's possible to incorporate the two ideas in one long cheesy fic that I really wish you'd write but no worries, I'll understand if you won't :) Borusara: Who asks who if they can join the other in the shower and Who leaves notes written in fog on the bathroom mirror

Title: Small Gestures Genre: fluffy, cheesy goodnessRating: T

A/N: darling, no need to call me Miss! I feel old enough as it is. ^^; just Kairi is fine. Thank you for the prompt. It’s my pleasure to write you this fic. Hope you enjoy!

Quickly written and done on my phone during stolen moments today. Hihi.

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Boruto knocked urgently on the bathroom door.

“Sarada, please!” He begged. “I’m going to be late!” And kami knows he can’t afford to be late. Today, Tsunade and Sakura was going to conduct an advanced medical class (without the use of medical ninjutsu) for the the special ANBU units. They had given stern warnings that whoever would be late would be their guinea pig—that involved actual bone breaking, cutting, and bruising.

Even just thinking about it already made him weep. “Please! Please!” He knocked again.

“You’re not making me fall for your tricks again!” Came his wife’s sharp response.

The blond comically weeped and whined, “pleeeease! I promise no funny business! I just need to shower.”

Silence.

“I’ll do the chores for a week,” he bargained.

The door opened by a crack, and he saw his wife’s long, black hair clinging on to the sides of her face and shoulders. She clutched on to a white fluffy towel to cover herself. “Two weeks.”

His brows furrowed. “That’s not fair, ya know!”

She slammed the door shut.

Boruto let out a shout of frustration. He knew his wife didn’t hate doing chores, or ever complained. But with her busy schedule, he knew that if she had some assurance she wouldn’t need to worry about keeping the house clean, she would relent eventually. “Fine!”

The door softly clicked open, and he saw her smile triumphantly. “I knew you would see my way.”

He pouted at her, and hid the pink that tainted his cheeks. It was a good thing she was cute.

Sarada went back inside the shower and hung up her towel. Boruto couldn’t help but stare at her lithe body. He found her distracting enough with clothes on, but now that he was seeing all of her… damn. Sometimes he just couldn���t believe how lucky he was to be married to her.

“If you don’t stop staring, you’re going to be late,” she smirked.

He froze. Right when it fully hit him what she mean, he hastily removed his clothes before jumping into the shower with his wife.

—

It didn’t take him long to finish. He couldn’t even sneak in a few kisses on her shoulder, since she kept reminding him about how her mother and godmother knew how to perfectly inflict fractures in every single bone in the human body. He bolted out of there in less than ten minutes.

Boruto opened the fridge and snatched out the leftovers from their dinner the previous night. He then transferred it into his bento, and then wrapped it up in a pink cloth. He was about to leave the kitchen, but realized that Sarada wasn’t going to have any lunch, since he had already packed it for himself. There was nothing left in the fridge for her to cook to make her own.

Slowly, he unwrapped the pink cloth and replaced it with a red one. He then wrote a note and stuck it on the bento for his wife to take.

It was no big deal. He could always buy something during their lunch hour, anyway.

—-

Their training session had lasted longer than expected. The sun had set a few hours ago, and all he wanted to do was sleep. Thinking back at the earlier events, he was just relieved that Sakura decided to pick on someone else and Tsunade left earlier than expected.

The house was dark, but there was a lampshade on every now and then. He smiled to himself it was rare for Sarada to be home so early. First, he went to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. To his surprise, there was a plate of fish and rice for dinner, nearly cling wrapped, waiting to be eaten. He smirked but closed the door to the refrigerator. He wasn’t hungry.

Next, he padded over to the bathroom. It was still hot, and a little steam was left. Sarada must have just finished taking a shower a few minutes ago. On the bathroom mirror, it was written:

To my idiot husband, thank you for being so sweet and thoughtful.

Boruto felt his lips tug up in a small smile, before it turned into a full fledged grin. Sarada usually never did such cheesy gestures to show him her love, but he really did appreciate it whenever she did. He quickly took a picture before he stopped off his clothes and took a shower.

—-

When he entered their bedroom, Sarada was already fast asleep. He crawled into bed, and she shifted in her sleep. She didn’t open her eyes, but she smiled a bit. “Welcome home,” she whispered.

Boruto wrapped his arms around his wife and kissed her forehead. “I’m home,” he replied.

Sarada snuggled closer to him and muttered sleepily, “you’re so sweet. You know that, right?”

He smirked. “Yeah, and you’re so cheesy.”

His wife laughed, but hid it with a scowl. “Stop ruining the moment!” She poked his ribs.

Boruto laughed and dug his nose into her dark hair. “I love you.”

Usually, he wouldn’t get a response from her. Which is why it melted his heart and perfectly wrapped up his day when his wife replied softly, “I love you, too.”

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