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Boruto: Sacrifices [Remade] | Chap.11 - Lost Hopes

Written by: Eleanor-Devil & @mirage-05

Sarada was counting in her head as her father continued his brisk pace. They were almost out of the hospital building, she could see Boruto in the Hokage's arms in front of them... "Papa..." she whispered, her voice tight and low with the sobs, tears still sliding down her cheeks. "It's been a minute and a half... P-please, let's just turn back..." Her voice became tinier then. "I need to know..." she couldn't finish her sentence, but still, Sasuke didn't stop. "Papa..." Sarada said again, becoming almost hysterical. "Please, I-I'm begging you... We need to be with him..." "Your mother is with him." That was all Sasuke told her as he continued walking away from there.

"No! Papa please!" Sarada squeezed her eyes shut as she kicked her legs, trying to release her body from her father's grip. And then she felt it, fresh and cold air hitting her straight in the face, causing her hair to fly. Feeling a new source of power from his daughter, and quite confused by this, Sasuke looked up at her, slightly frowning. What he saw made his eyes slightly widen. An intricate flowery shape in the place of her irises... He indeed almost came to a stop. No, this was too early... Once they reached outside, he put her down but still held her tightly by her shoulder, making sure she didn't run back inside as soon as he let her go. "Papa please let me go!" yelled the girl. "Sarada, you need to calm down," he replied in his calm voice, even though he was too worried about what he had seen. "How?! How can I calm down!? He is in there, he is dying!" "Your mother and the medics are doing everything they can. Even if you were in there, there is nothing you can do." "I don't care!" the girl screamed, shaking uncontrollably. "He needs us!" "There is nothing you can do." the man said once again, firmly. "You will stay right here until there is something new from the inside. It's all up to him now, you being inside or throwing a tantrum is not going to change the outcome. Calm down." Boruto was still subconsciously gripping his father's clothes as he cried his heart out, the images of what he had just witnessed wouldn't leave his mind, he didn't think it would disappear so soon... Mitsuki's hand trying to hold his own, his last words, how his head dropped to a side and his hand slipped away... All of it only made the younger blond grip Naruto's clothes tighter. He heard all of Sarada's and his master's discussion and he wanted to say something too, agree with his childhood friend, but words weren't forming. Naruto was holding him tightly, caressing his hair gently, not saying anything. He was holding his careful control in place for both of the kids' sake, to keep his worries and sadness inside, he knew he had to just trust Sakura and Tsunade... And Mitsuki... he would make it... he was a strong boy, he would make it... "Take it back..." he heard Boruto mumble in between his sobs. He didn't remember the last time his son had a complete breakdown like this. "Take it back, take it back... I-I can't... Take these three days back..." The boy's hand gripped his clothes harder as sobs continuously rocked through his body. Naruto stopped caressing his son's blond locks, lighter than his own, and he just stayed there with his hand resting against his head. The Hokage closed his eyes tightly at his son's plea... "I wish I could... believe me, I would go back if I could..." But he couldn't, and the harsh, cold reality was right there before his eyes... Mitsuki was dying and Naruto could only pray that he would make it. It hurt... it hurt him so badly, not just to see a child's life slip away like this but a child that he knew, that was close and important to his son, a child that just a few days ago was alive and well... He didn't even know how the boy had taken his words to his heart... How he considered them a second family... How much didn't he know about Mitsuki...? "Dad..." Boruto looked up at him. "Please... please go back inside... I can't leave him... I need to be by his side... Please... I promised..." The boy couldn't complete his sentence as he once again snuggled closer to his father, his crying muffled as he buried his face in Naruto's chest. Naruto returned to caress Boruto's hair, in hopes it would calm him down, like he and Hinata did when he was younger. "We will go back when your aunt Sakura says it's good okay...?" But Boruto just shook his head, he didn't want later, he wanted now... Naruto glanced at Sasuke and Sarada, she seemed to be rather calm but still crying. He noticed her irises were red... sharingan? No... there was something different... it couldn't be... 'Mangekyou Sharingan...!?' Naruto was shocked... she was barely thirteen...! His mind was reeling... He wanted, needed to ask so much to Sasuke... but this wasn't the time... "I'm going to come back and take you when your mother says you can see him." The older Uchiha was saying. "I promise..." Then Sasuke inched his head slightly up, his eyes moving to Naruto. It was clear in his eyes - he needed to be inside... With Orochimaru there, they couldn't afford any mistakes... Naruto gulped and nodded to him, telling him silently that this was under his control. As his friend rushed back inside, he approached the girl and kneeled down to her level, hugging her with his free arm. "Three minutes..." Sarada whispered, snuggling closer. "Lord Seventh... why don't they say anything...?" Naruto closed his eyes for a moment before opening them again and looking at the hospital's entrance where his friend had just disappeared into. "I wish I knew Sarada... but we can only wait... and pray..." It had taken a while, but both the children eventually calmed down a little and pushed themselves gently away from the Hokage. They were too restless to stay put, they started pacing around. At least they didn't try to run back to the building... A soft, calm drop on his nose made the man do a double take and he looked up... just in time to see a small leaf drifting through the air, landing just before his feet. Then tiny drops started to fall as a light rain began. Naruto's heart skipped a beat... Boruto stopped abruptly, gazing at the sky, tiny drops landing on his face. "Mitsuki...?" he whispered, so soft that it was almost inaudible. No... it wasn't... it couldn't be the meaning of that... it was just a coincidence, right...? Naruto wanted to believe that...but it was so hard considering the situation. A distant sound echoed through the clouds, the thunders. Just as a second thunder echoed, Naruto heard paces coming from inside to the outside of the hospital. And he looked up to see a fit of short pink hair. His heart jumped to his throat, and before he knew it, he had met her halfway. Sakura looked very worn out, her hands shaking and her eyes brimming with tears as she approached him quickly, not quite meeting his eyes. 'Please... no...' Naruto thought, his breath getting caught as he tried to suppress a sob. "Sakura-chan..." he said, his voice so weak that it barely even reached his own ears. Sakura quickly looked towards the kids, who Naruto then realized that haven't followed him, maybe because of how they were still too shocked to move - or comprehend. Sakura took in a shaky breath, and finally met his eyes as a lone tear slid down from her eye. "It was close..." she whispered, her voice tired and strained. "Very, very close... Oh, god..." As his friend started crying softly, Naruto felt part of the weight from his heart lift and literally sagged, shedding a tear himself, realizing how grateful he was that he didn't need to explain to his son and Sarada that their best friend couldn't make it. "Please... tell me that you beat the shit out of the bastards who could do this to a child," Sakura choked out. "He is fighting... He is stubborn, thank god, I will give him that, but... His heart has become so weak, even Tsunade-sama can't tell for sure if he's out of the risk zone yet." "Is he...?" the blond began, but wasn't sure how to continue it. "We got his heart beating again, but he drifted into a coma by the time we stabilized him," Sakura said sadly, and heard her friend gasp. "In a way it is better, because he needs the time to get his body to heal itself - we were actually considering keeping him in a drug-induced coma if everything went smoothly. But now... We don't have any control over when he will wake up." Sakura hesitated for a second before slowly adding. "If... he will wake up." "No..." Naruto mumbled softly, feeling like his heart was breaking into pieces. His friend put a hand to his arm, and glanced briefly at Boruto and Sarada over his shoulder. "You need to talk to them." "Leave the hardest part to me, why won't you?" Naruto mumbled brokenly. A bitter smile, one without any kind of humor, flashed on Sakura's face for the briefest of seconds. "I need to get back in. Try to ease it up to them..." As the med-nin turned her back to go, the blond tried not to let the heaviness in his heart weigh him down. A coma... A dark, endless stretch of space where they probably had no means to reach Mitsuki... A kid, who was at the very beginning of his life... How did it all come to this?... He turned his back, and almost bumped into Boruto, who was running to him, Sarada close behind. Boruto looked at his father with huge eyes, his breathing hitched to the point of hyperventilation. "Dad...?" he asked in a small, fearful voice that didn't belong to him. "Is Mitsuki...?" Sarada couldn't finish her sentence. Naruto gulped once, then looked at them squarely in the eyes. "I'm sorry, but..." "N... no... NO!" Boruto screamed immediately, staggering back a couple of steps, shaking his head fervently as tears streamed freely down his cheeks. "He didn't... He couldn't..." Sarada choked, as her whole body began shaking with unsuppressed sobs. "He didn't die, he didn't DARE do this to us, he promised!" "Why couldn't we be there, too? Why didn't we help him?" the young Uchiha mumbled in shock, in a high-pitched, monotonic voice. "It won't happen next time... We won't make the same mistake next time..." "Boruto... Sarada..." Naruto tried to intervene. "I'm gonna kill him!" Boruto continued, not even hearing his father. "Just... just wait until he decides to wake up, he is gonna pay for putting us through this! What gave him the right?" Both Boruto and Sarada came to a stop when they felt the Hokage's hands clasping on their shoulders. "I'm sorry," Naruto whispered, and the pain in his voice made both of them look up. The hokage's usually bright blue eyes seemed to have taken on a dark and stormy quality as he looked at them, trying to keep it together. Kneeling in front of them, Naruto pulled them in a hug, as Boruto and Sarada kept crying, their mumbling becoming unintelligible through the sobs. "Mitsuki is saved." he whispered, drawing them closer and rubbing their heads. Boruto's eyes widened, and he pulled himself a little away to look at his dad. "He is...?" Naruto gulped and nodded, trying to choose the right words this time. "He is... But..." "But...?" Sarada asked, also pulling herself away a little. "Sakura-chan said that they did everything they could, but... Mitsuki fell into a deep coma... And due to the severity of his wounds, it is unknown when he will wake up..." He paused for a moment, then sighed. "They... they don't even know if he will wake up..." He felt his son stiffen. "No... no..." Boruto pushed against Naruto with all his might, and the latter let him go this time. "You're lying! H - he... No..." With that, Boruto and Sarada sprinted toward the doors. Everything else was just a blur, the people they passed by turning to look at them, their voices jumbling together... Shikadai looked up from the place he had slouched down, wheezing, as he heard hurried footsteps approaching. His mind in automatic drive, he just sprang up on his feet and followed his friends into the room, his vision almost blinded with an odd sort of blur. He almost ran into Boruto as the blond and Sarada abruptly stopped just inside the room. Mitsuki... was sitting upright on the bed... as he heard them enter, he turned to look towards the doorway, and the confused look on his face turned into a full, heart-warming grin, one that they often see him wearing. "Boruto... Sarada..." he mused, so softly that they couldn't be sure if it was a trick their senses were playing on them. As his ears finally picked another quiet, rhythmic sound, Boruto made the mistake of blinking. He heard Sarada gasp beside him. His friend was lying on the bed, and if he didn't know exactly that this was his room, he might have had trouble recognizing him. There were even more bandages, so much so that if Mitsuki was awake, Boruto would have teased him about turning into a mummy. He was also connected to so many machines that the blond couldn't help but think... that the machines did the basic task of surviving for his best friend. And survival... was one thing Konohamaru platoon never failed before. Sarada brought both her hands to her mouth at the broken sight of her friend as she started reliving the horrors of a few minutes ago. "No..." she whimpered before her legs gave way, and she crumpled to the floor, sobbing hardly as she brought her arms to hug herself, her head hanging low. Boruto slowly took a couple of steps towards the bed, his eyes huge as he practically drank in Mitsuki's unmoving form, hearing the dull echo of the proof that the younger boy's heart was doing its proper job. He stopped, now he was right beside the bed. Surely Mitsuki would hear him? And if he heard him, surely he would respond, too? He raised his arms slowly, grabbed his friend's arm as gently as he could, and gave him a slight shake. "H... hey... Mitsuki..." he heard his voice. Or, at least, he assumed it was his voice, though it didn't sound like him at all. "Come on... Stop joking..." he whispered in the same stranger tone, and a shaky, bitter smile made its way to his face. His friend would respond in a way... right? "You... you got us... Come on..." His voice broke as a sob shook his frame. "Open your eyes..." he mused, almost pleadingly. "I... I p-promise I won't be mad..." Just for once... "Mitsuki...?" he said weakly, hanging on the last threads of hope. There was no response. Only Sarada's soft crying and the steady beeping reached his ears as he continued to gaze at the blue-haired boy's unmoving form, his closed eyes... Boruto fell on his knees by the bed, holding onto Mitsuki's hand as if for dear life as he started crying his heart out… Having no more words, none of his brilliance to offer, the young Nara just slumped against the wall behind him and slid down, bringing his knees up to his chest, just… existing in the moment. … Naruto had barely caught up to his son, Boruto could indeed act very quick when he put his mind to it. He came to a staggering stop when he reached the glass panel, watching as his son and Sarada completely broke down by the child who loved them so much, the child who had been a normal kid just a couple of days ago... He put his left arm on the glass, leaning a bit over it and putting his forehead on it as he brought his right hand to his mouth. "Oh god..." he whispered, broken... It was not easy... But he had to remember that he had another task. He peeled his eyes away from the room and turned back, carefully avoiding everyone's gaze but Kakashi's. "I'm going to the office to oversee the interrogations," he declared and felt all eyes turning to him. He knew he wasn't going to be able to rest, not until he at least made sure that those scoundrels who did this to Mitsuki were adequately punished. Kakashi nodded, without looking away from the room. "I'm coming with you." … Just as they walked out of the building, the blond immediately spotted a tall, black haired man waiting for them. Orochimaru straightened from where he was leaning against the wall, gazing at them with a cold, insatiable fury. "I am coming with you, too." That made both of the men hesitate for a second. "That... might not be the best idea..." Naruto finally said, regarding the man warily. "That was not a request. That is my son those low-lifes very nearly killed, I am the one who should be handling them." "We don't need man-slaughter now. We need answers..." "Then I suggest you better be quick with them. Konoha already tested my patience to the limit. I assure you that you will not be spared more of it." The Hokage just looked at him for a minute, trying to negotiate his way around this. "You will not lay a hand on the prisoners." "As long as they have reason to breathe." "Not at any time. They will receive the punishment they deserve by law, not by the hand of an individual." "Do not push my limits." the sannin said, a dangerous glint in his eyes. "These are our terms." Kakashi cut in. "You are in Konoha under a different identity, and we won't allow you to blow it and thrust the village in chaos." "That wouldn't even be close to what you deserve." the older man spat. "But I'm not gonna stand here and waste any more time. Your terms apply - for now." Naruto gulped inconspicuously and nodded, leading the way as their haste erased the necessity of talk between them. ... His actions weren't conscious. He was just treading down the same road he used every day, a familiar route to him already, something his mind automatically tracked. "Naruto...?" he heard Kurama calling for him inside his head, but he tuned him out for now. His rage, his unquenchable anger kept his pace brisk and unfaltering. Images... the kid's voice... They kept replaying in his head... 'But lord seventh... I consider you family, too...' The one last smile Mitsuki gave to him before he walked out... 'Let me protect my family...' The time they found him, covered in blood, fighting to stay alive... 'Thank you... for everything you did...' Boruto and Sarada, screaming for the child to come back... Naruto burst through the doors of the office building, and once again let his mind take control as he stormed to the interrogation rooms. He vaguely registered Shikamaru's face. "We were waiting for... Naruto??" the man exclaimed in shock, seeing the expression on his face. He was soon followed by a black haired man, that Shikamaru was almost sure he didn't know at all, even though he was wearing a Konoha headband, and Kakashi. It was clear that the Hokage was pissed off as he nearly jumped on one of the ninjas being interrogated, grabbing him by his collar and lifting him up as he pushed him against the wall. It was only then that Shikamaru snapped out of it and quickly worked his jutsu. "Naruto, calm down!" he shouted, though he couldn't help but wonder... what could have happened to make the hokage this aggravated? Kurama had only said that Mitsuki was attacked out of Konoha... "Let... me... go... Shikamaru..." Somewhere along his blinding rage, Naruto suddenly became aware of the fact that he should tell his advisor of what Shikadai witnessed tonight. It didn’t help much to calm his nerves. "I don't want to take it out on you." "You losing your head is not gonna get us answers," Sai came next to them and put his hand on the Hokage’s shoulder. "Let us deal with this." Meanwhile, Kakashi was having a hard time trying to hold back Orochimaru, mainly because he himself couldn’t care less if the two rogue nins inside were given a slow and painful death. "You don't want to drop your disguise." he said in a decidedly calm manner, only for the sannin to hear. "You do not know what I want..." hissed the sannin in a low tone as well, his eyes glimmering with hate and rage. He wanted nothing more but to rip apart those two ninjas inside the interrogation room... just like he had done with their leader... rip them apart... slowly and painfully until they begged and cried for mercy... Make them bleed, just like they had done with his son... Kakashi's hard look took on a sad, haunting quality. "Don't worry. They are going to get what they deserve." "Nothing you will ever do will be what they deserve...!" Orochimaru hissed through gritted teeth and... Kakashi actually felt the loneliness, the fear that was hidden deep, deep inside... Something the sannin would never, ever show... 'How much did you change... Orochimaru...?' he wondered to himself. "Let me go, Shikamaru!" They heard Naruto once again yell from inside the interrogation room. "Not until you let him go and calm down!" countered Shikamaru. "What the HELL did you want from a child, you bastards?!" Naruto yelled to the man's face. "How could you beat a thirteen-year-old to death?! What the FUCK did you want?!?" His voice ringed in the suddenly very silent room. After a moment of silence, one of the rogue nins actually spoke. "Did... the child... die...?" he murmured in a hushed voice. Naruto turned to the source of the voice; Hiraku, with even angrier eyes. "Why do you even care?!" "It's not our fault that the kid attacked us first! We simply defended ourselves!" said the rogue ninja that was being hung by Naruto's hands. Although unlike Hiraku, there was no hint of sadness or regret for the nearly dead child... There was actually a smirk forming on his face. "The kid only got what he asked for..." That was the very last straw. Naruto had not realized that Shikamaru had momentarily dropped the shadow mimic technique in shock, but he did when his fist connected with a satisfying thump to the face of this sorry excuse of a human being. Takeru actually lost his balance and tumbled to the floor, but the hokage grabbed him by his collar and slammed him against the wall hard, fire burning in his eyes. "You bastard..." he hissed, so angry that he was practically shaking. "I dare you to tell one more lie, and I swear YOU will get what you ask for." The smirk was still there. "Go ahead, kill me." he said. Getting killed would be an easier way than having to face the wrath of the kid's father, who was none other than one of the feared creatures on the planet, if not the most feared. "Lord Seventh," Ibiki approached him with a serious look. "This is exactly what scum like that wants, do not lower yourself to their level." "We... were after you." As the second nin decided to speak once again, all their eyes turned to him. Hiraku was looking directly at the hokage. "Excuse me?" Naruto spat, turning his attention to the other man. "You blubbering idiot!" Takeru hissed angrily, his smirk replaced by a look of disgust. Hiraku paid no attention to him as he continued to address Naruto. "Our purpose was to stage an assassination attempt." "Why? Why didn't you seek me out of the village then?" Naruto's voice rose as he stepped towards Hiraku. "Takeru is telling the truth. When we were close to the border... That kid stopped us." "Tch... that little brat ruined our plans and paid the price... that's how the ninja world works, all decisions come with a price." Ibiki put his hand on Naruto's arm and slowly managed to let the Hokage drop Takeru, only to take his place and grab the rogue ninja by the collar one more time. "Leave this to us." Naruto was speechless - both from his blinding anger and... because of what he just learned. Between Hiraku's blunt sincerity and Takeru's disgusting remarks, he now realized that... What they were telling... might very well be the truth... He felt a lump forming in his throat... Did Mitsuki really nearly lose his life... to protect him, as well as the village...? "Ryu will get everything out of them, down to what they ate for breakfast,” Sai’s voice was almost unemotional, but there was a scary quality in his gaze directed to the rogue ninjas. Naruto nodded, a fire burning in his throat. "Sai, Ibiki... You have my authorization to not hold back... at all." The two men nodded, accepting the orders gladly. Naruto made his way out of the interrogation room, clearly disturbed by the recent news, something that everyone including Kakashi and Orochimaru noticed. With Naruto's leave and the door of the interrogation room closing once again, Kakashi let go of the Sannin's clothes. … It was an hour before more news reached them. The office had become more crowded by the time; Kiba, Sasuke and Konohamaru arriving along with a number of other ninjas who had heard the attack. Even though the office was filled with people, silence reigned supreme aside from the occasional whispered discussion. Naruto had indeed watched the first half of Hiraku's interrogation - many people, especially Sai and Ibiki urged him not to interfere with Takeru's. He could hear shouting and a lot of slamming from inside there. He honestly hoped that when he next saw him, that bastard would be within an inch to his worthless life. Hiraku, on the other hand, had been pretty cooperative, giving easy and efficient answers to the questions. The more he watched him... the more Naruto realized what he had seen in the man earlier... was indeed regret. He felt like scum for ever hunting the boy... For even, as he confessed, stabbing him with his own sword... He was honest... But that wasn't enough. There were still missing pieces of the puzzle, to which the blond man agreed himself, telling them that because of his... weakness, as per say... he was sometimes kept in shadows by his squad members. It was then that those who were at the hospital arrived, and it took the joint strength of three ninjas to stop an agitated Konohamaru from storming into the rooms. He had caught a glimpse of Takeru, though, who in turn... had just smirked and looked away. The brunet had then broken hold of those who were holding him, rushed into the room, and punched the smirk out of his face. "I'm going to kill you bastards!" he had yelled before Ibiki himself and another bulky jounin had to restrain him. "You are going to pay dearly for what you did!" Takeru had wiped the blood trailing down from his mouth, not even fazed a little. "Sheesh, if you were gonna get so wired up about this, why didn't anyone come and help the child? It wasn't like we were keeping it down..." "I swear, keep this attitude and I'll chop you to pieces and feed all the remains to the dogs!" Ibiki had snarled, already having enough of this man. "Wait, what is that supposed to mean?!" Naruto had cut in. "What are you not telling us?! We didn't hear anything!" "We didn't move all night," the man said with malicious glee. "You practically left that kid to die." It had been hard, but finally they managed to get Konohamaru out of there. A knock on his door brought him out of his thoughts. The door opened to reveal the young Yamanaka, who bowed when he entered the room. "Lord Hokage..." he said, raising his head to meet his eyes. The sad, haunting look etched in them made Naruto do a double take. "What did you find out?" he asked in a low voice, carefully in control of his emotions. "Ex-excuse me for this, but... I would like a moment before I start?" Words stuck in his throat, all the blond could do was nod. After a couple of minutes and a glass of water, Ryu slowly raised his head again. "Forgive me, my lord... But what I witnessed..." "Tell me everything, all the smallest details." "That child... I never saw another kid like him." the man sighed before closing his eyes and shaking his head. "Those ninjas spotted him next to the river but didn't attack immediately... They, uh... waited... for his reaction." "Reaction? To what?" Naruto demanded, eyebrows furrowed. Ryu just gazed at him, his expression sadder. "They goaded him - talked about how they were planning to kill you and ravage the village - until Mitsuki took the first move. And then they stroke back... That Takeru... he was the first to notice they were fighting a child... Him and Goro - their leader - they decided to keep on the assault... Kill the child there, so he wouldn't rush back to the village and ruin their plan..." "God dammit!" Naruto was on his feet again, started pacing back and forth. "Why... why would he do that?! He had to know he couldn't win such a battle!" Ryu had no answer for that, but after a brief hesitation, the boy's sensei spoke up. "Because that's Mitsuki... He always cared for and protected those around him, that kid..." his shaky voice trailed off, then he looked at the Yamanaka. "And he probably didn't know the ninjas' elements?" Ryu nodded, a lump in his throat. "They toyed with him... Only using air and fire elements at first... Takeru and Goro attacked while the red haired man - Hideyoshi - kept shooting arrows in his direction - a sensory type by what I gathered. He and Hiraku, they... tried to help Mitsuki when they saw he was just a child, but Hideyoshi was incapacitated, and Hiraku didn't come in until the last second... Goro used his attack - the lightning charged blades he called Raiha - after Mitsuki took Takeru down..." "He did?" Those who were listening were impressed, despite themselves. "Yes... He fought good actually, almost at a jounin level, he took both Hideyoshi and Takeru out... But..." he trailed off again, his voice dropping down to a whisper. "They taunted him mercilessly about how he was alone, how no one was there for him... And topped with a technique he couldn't beat..." "Wait, go back," Naruto said, pinching his nose, trying to keep his voice level. "That bastard hinted at it, too... Why didn't we hear the child?" "Lord Seventh..." Ryu said, and sighed again. "There is this one key element here. Goro and Hiraku were powerful Kumo ninjas, true, but... they weren't the masterminds. Takeru, Hideyoshi and that woman... They were all from the Sound village, and they wanted to make a statement on behalf of their village against the peace treaty."

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bdamanlover4ever · 6 years ago

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borumitsu - boruto trying to discover mitsuki's likes/interests going thru like food, hoobies n stuff

Word count: 1,970

Blue eyes flickered, as they watched Mitsuki. The boy had always been shrouded in this unsolvable mystery. One that, Boruto was sure he could connect the dots to. Unfortunately, the more he watched him, the less clues on how to connecting them were being dropped.

He sighed, releasing a cloud of frustration in the winter air. “It would be too easy to ask, wouldn’t it?”

“Ask what?” Mitsuki responded quickly. The whole concept of people ‘talking to themselves’ was not quite something he comprehended yet. Any question asked deserved an answer or a follow up question. He blinked his yellow orbs curiously, awaiting for a response.

Boruto shifted on the bench, unable to tell if it was the wind nipping at his fingertips or the kind way Mitsuki responded that gave him goosebumps. “Nothing.” He blew it off, popping a french fry in his mouth.

The burger that rested in Mitsuki’s hand still only had one bite taken out of it. Which was in Boruto’s brain, ‘Insane, because who doesn’t like hamburgers?’ That bugged him.

The blue haired boy shrugged. Such an action made Boruto cut his eyes at him. Mitsuki just shrugged. He believed full-heartedly, in Boruto’s word. He always believed in Boruto’s words. That also bugged him.

It seemed that no matter how much he thought about it, Mitsuki pinned himself on Boruto. But at the same time, Boruto assumed that couldn’t be right. There was more to Mitsuki….There had to be more to Mitsuki.

Reaching into the shared container of fries, Boruto grabbed another one. This time instead of bringing it to his mouth, he brought it to Mitsuki’s. The boy raised an eyebrow, cautiously. His eyes stared into ocean blue ones, with confusion.

“You like fries, right?” Boruto spoke lowly, the greasy potato in his hand sagged. He poked the fry at Mitsuki’s pale cheek.

Mitsuki mirrored his questioned, “Well you like fries, right?” It was hard to tell if this sacrament or legit because Boruto had eaten half of the fries all by himself. Leaning forward, he took the fry from Boruto’s hand. “You eat it.” He changed up and pressed it to Boruto’s lips.

Unnamed emotions flashed across Boruto’s face. He appeared baffled by the sudden change of script. Hastily, he turned his head away. “I offered to share fries with you because, I thought you liked fries.”

“I do.” Mitsuki clarified, “I also like you thinking about me, Boruto.” He took the fry and placed it in his mouth. The salty slightly crunchy fry, he chewed slowly. Thoughtfully, minding how his friend might react if he scarfed it all down.

Boruto slowly drifted his pupils over in the corner of his socket, to catch sight of Mitsuki’s jaws at work. Doubt riddled his mind, as to why Mitsuki was acting all hesitant. It made him start thinking again.

Mitsuki was a draped in so much mystery, yet it was so comforting in his own special way. It drove Boruto’s ambition to discover more.

“I think of all my friends.” Boruto retorted in a matter-of-fact manner. “Thinking shows consideration and care for someone.” He blushed lightly, taking note of how Mitsuki ate a french fry all by himself. “It’s no big deal.” Fully turning his head, he watched the boy swallow.

“It’s big to me.” Mitsuki said bluntly. A new edge had embedded itself in this point, as he focused around it. “It’s a big deal.” This mattered to him.

Boruto inhaled shakily, “To you?” This was always intriguing, hearing what perked an actual reaction from Mitsuki. But the boy knew, he was skating on thin ice now. Once, Mitsuki cracked open there would be no way to return to the surface of a regular conversation.

“I want….” Shyness stole his voice away briefly. Mitsuki’s blank face changing into one of happiness.

“You want what?” Boruto’s ear twitched, yearning for the truth. He carelessly began naming off stuff he knew Mitsuki liked, “More friends? More adventure? More potato chips? More…” Helplessly, he hit a dead end. He held up three fingers, wiggling them to try and comprehend more of the open ended statement. “More spicy burgers?” He recalled the little burger, that only had one bite taken out of it. “I really thought you liked that. The last time, we got them as a group, you were the only one who didn’t freak out at the flavor.” His eyes melted into disappointment as he saw his friend’s lips were still locked tight.

Mitsuki pierced his lips, in deep thought. He observed Boruto, each sporadic action and frantic gesture, he did to prompt a reaction. But his last sentence was despair ridden and almost tormented. He wanted nothing more than to relieve his friend of such a burden. But he didn’t know how.

“Ya know…?” Boruto started grasping at anything to keep the conversation going. He pointed to himself, rambling, “I really like hamburgers, but it’s cool if you don’t. I also like training and hanging with my friends!”

Reluctantly, Mitsuki agreed. “I like hanging out with my friend’s too.” He nodded his head vigorously, blue locks bouncing. He wanted to channel more energy into Boruto, inspire him to be happy the best he could.

Bright blue eyes marveled at yellow. “But when we hang out, I also want to do stuff that…” Boruto grabbed the hamburger from Mitsuki’s hands, “You want to do! I want to know what you like!” A friendly smile slid on his lips.

Feeling his sunshine’s eyes on him, made Mitsuki cast his gaze to the ground. The dirt beneath their feet, just seemed to insignificant sometimes. It could any other substance below them. Would it matter? Would anyone care if the dirt was gravel, or wood chips? No one would really care long as it still did the job. Long as it covered the ground, no one would really care.

Mitsuki didn’t want to feel like some insignificant dirt. But he did sometimes… he knew he could easily be replaced. So someone wanting to know more about him…

“I don’t know what to tell you.” Mitsuki confessed, his little eyebrows knitting together.

“Well let’s start here,” Boruto tossed the burger into the trash can. “From now on, you be yourself.” His smile grew on his face, as a resounding ‘thud’ of the burger hitting the can rang out.

Mitsuki’s eyes shifted from the trash can, to Boruto, then back to the trash can, only to land on Boruto again. Words didn’t hit his tongue in any way to verbalize his predicament. All he could was repeat, “I don’t know what to tell you.” as if a broken record.

“Come on it’s not too hard.” Boruto gave a thumbs up at the face written in concern. A new bubbly hope stealing his vocal cords, “I know for a fact, Mitsuki likes his friends, he likes training, he likes french fries, he likes randomly popping out from nowhere.”

These so called, ‘facts’ slightly bothered Mitsuki. He titled his head to the side, “How do you know I like that stuff?”

Boruto scoffed, “I watch you.” That should have been obvious. “When you’re around your friends you can usually pick up on stuff like that.” A pouty look crossed his face, as he took another fry and poked it hastily at Mitsuki’s cheek. “But you’re an exception! You spend too much time trying to imitate me. You make it really hard for me to tell your likes and interest!”

“So you don’t know for sure if I like any of that stuff…?”

“Well, only you can declare what you officially like.”

“What if I don’t know?”

“Just choose stuff until you discover something you like.”

There was a bit of confusion encasing him again. A rumbling sensation in his soul, that was steadily being comforted but also separated him from the current event. Mitsuki looked so lost, so vacant, a shell of himself. “Sometimes, I wonder if my choices are really my own.” His voice was velvety soft as he spoke, sad, somber, tender with concern. “If my likes or interest are really my own.”

Boruto shared Mitsuki’s grief for a few seconds. He could sense his uneasiness just based off how withdrawn he seemed to be. He figured Mitsuki looked in mirrors now and questioned his very existence. There were no true words to comfort, something deep and thought provoking as that.

All the blond could do was uttered, “Well, you’re yourself.” Reassuringly, he placed a hand on Mitsuki’s shoulder. He gave him a friendly squeeze of admiration. “You think for yourself. You do what you want for yourself. Everything you do is because you want to, right?”

Mitsuki bit his bottom lip, anxiously. Stiffly, he nodded, so far everything Boruto said checked out factually.

“So what, somebody made you?” Boruto shrugged carelessly, “They didn’t make who you are, you make yourself.” He concluded, blue eyes blazing with compassion for Mitsuki.

The boy raised his pale hands up, “I make who I am.” Mitsuki uttered. He looked from his hands to Boruto, almost as if this was some dream.

Pretty blond locks bounced, as Boruto jutted his chin upwards with pride. “There is no one who can say what you like or dislike, because they’re not you.” He bragged, “They can only do what I do, watch, observe and assume. Only you have the final say.”

This time with more confidence, Mitsuki said, “I make who I am.” He ate the fry from Boruto’s hand.

“Yup!” Boruto agreed, “And I plan to unravel, who Mitsuki is!” He felt his heart swell up with joy from seeing Mitsuki steadily coming out of his reserved shell.

Mitsuki’s eyes beamed at Boruto. He stood up, with a new found enthusiasm. “Then you’ll help me, discover all I like?”

“You know it!” Boruto declared. It was an unofficial statement of, “I’ll always be there when you need me from now on. I won’t let any of my friend’s get so distant from me again. Especially you Mitsuki.” Helpfully, he offered. “We can start with little things. Like….” His eyes landed on the fast food bag loaded with condiments. “How about ketchup?” Boruto offered, trying to discover if Mitsuki liked that.

Mitsuki shook his head.

Boruto’s glee fell slightly, “No ketchup?”

“Tomato not being a vegetable makes me uncomfortable. I don’t know what to classify ketchup as,” Mitsuki tapped on his chin. “So no ketchup.” He smiled a bit. It was one of those rare to see smiles. A nice little moment, as he looked at Boruto endearingly. “But, I did discover something I know that I like today.”

“Huh..?” Boruto’s eyes shifted over to gaze into Mitsuki’s. “What?” He jumped off the bench, grabbing the soggy fast food bag. “What is that supposed to mean?”

Mitsuki let out a little hum. “Well I knew I liked who did it before,” He took a few steps as if completely enlightened by sunshine. “But now I know I like it.”

“How is this supposed to help me, uncover your mysteries?!” Boruto complained, “You’re talking all funny again!”

Mitsuki blinked at him, then poked his finger against Boruto’s cheek. “I like your smile.”

Boruto’s felt his face heat up, as he stood there looking like a homeless puppy. He reconsidered, his previous assumption. Mitsuki was still a mystery, but the dots were less confusing now. The dots seemed like they were connecting to reveal a huge heart, based off the clues dropped. But Boruto couldn’t be sure of that just yet…

Boruto smiled, “Well then, if you want me to smile to more, from now on all you have to do is ask.”

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borusawa · 6 years ago

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Wishing I Still Had You

She was not ready to accept.

He was not there anymore. Not there when she went training. Not there when she had reunions with their team. Not there, and he would never be there again. She was still trying to accept that, but it wasn’t easy. She lost her childhood friend, her teammate, the person she shared an undeniable bond. Nothing could overcome the pain screaming in her chest. He wouldn’t come back and receiving the news wasn’t even the hard part of it all. Every other thing without him was hard. Knowing he wouldn’t be by her side — again, not that day nor ever — was only the beginning.

It all started and ended on a mission. It was supposed to be C-ranked one. Sarada wasn’t sure how things escalated that way, but Boruto got lost from them during the fight against a group of rogue ninjas. He never came back then. The rest of team retrieved, not for Sarada’s liking, and notified the Hokage about his son gone missing. Sarada never gave up on looking for him, even when they tried to say that he was definitely dead — he was not, he couldn’t possibly leave her alone, he said he would protect her. She went to the funeral but didn’t shed a tear. He was alive, she knew it, but nobody believed her. Every time she said that Boruto was alive people would look down at her in pity, saying it would be better for her just start dealing with it as soon as possible. The coffin never had a corpse, but it had a name. The name of the boy she loved. After years of denial, she knew. Sarada also knew it was too late to love a dead person — it was never a good time to love a dead person.

He had no right to die.

It was hard picking up from where he left things off, however, she was thankful that people gave her time to mourn his “death”. She was at her room, like most times since the funeral. She never cried, — what was the point of crying for someone that was alive? — for she was waiting for his return. She heard a knock and rushed to the window. Of course, nobody was there. Boruto was the only one that used to appear that way and her heart expected him to be there. The knock repeated, and she realized it was only the door.

Sarada sat on her bed. “Come on in.”

Sakura opened the door slowly peering before she entered just to see her daughter staring at her feet. She thought her daughter’s beliefs were normal since she just didn’t want to deal with the loss of a special someone. With measured motions, she got closer and sat in the bed with Sarada.

“How are you doing today?”

The girl raised her sight to her pink-haired mother. The same look full of pity that everyone gave her captured in green eyes. Sarada averted her gaze, she couldn’t believe her own mother saw her like that. “You know, I’m fine as always.”

Sakura sighed. She knew Sarada was not fine. “Do you want to talk?”

“There’s nothing to say.”

After a few moments of silence, Sakura tried again. “Dear…”

“What if you’re right and he’s dead?” Sakura’s eyes widened when Sarada shouted. “How does it makes things better, then?”

Sakura could do nothing more than hug her daughter and when she did, she got surprised that Sarada hugged her back. She found herself even more surprised when she felt the tears pouring through her kid’s eyes. Muffled sniffs and sobs started to leave Sarada’s petite form and Sakura couldn’t avoid her own tears.

“You loved him, didn’t you?”

“I still love him.” That night, Sarada understood she needed to get over it. Nonetheless, love was what Uchihas did best, so she knew she would never stop loving him.

But when things got tough, so did she.

“At the age of fourteen is harder to see things clear”, Sarada got used to give that as an excuse for her behavior back when Boruto died. He was dead, she was sure of it now. Seven years after the incident, the right way to approach the subject with Sarada was not doing it at all. She would always have a soft spot for Boruto, and that was getting in the way of every single relationship she tried to engage. The guys were all nice, they indeed were. They just weren’t him.

Sarada gave up on trying to find a replacement and decided to only pursue her dreams, considering that it was what “he would want her to do” — nobody ever asked about the things she expected him to do, though. She worked four times harder than she used to, becoming Jonin, getting ready to become Hokage one day and achieve her dream — their dream. Her skills were now incomparable to any shinobi in her rank, that’s why she was assigned to an A-ranked mission in a distant village she never heard about before. It didn’t matter, it was only one more mission. She would go to that one alone, receiving strict orders direct from the Hokage.

“Sarada, I hope you understand that we are in a really complicated situation right now. This village is under some kind of mafia command and I want you to recall information for a later mission.” Naruto said from behind his table. His voice and face exhibited both age and tiredness effects. Sarada only nodded. He still resembled his son for her. She imagined how Boruto would look like by then. “You’re going by yourself . Are you okay with that?”

“Sure.” She answered.

Shikamaru handed her a scroll. “You’ll be leaving as soon as possible.” And again, she only nodded.

She was somehow happy that she was alone in that mission. Sometimes, the teamwork simply didn’t go as flawless as it was supposed to be — like it was with him. This assignment also reflected the trust the Hokage had in her. She could not fail.

She wouldn’t fail.

Sarada left Konoha first thing in the morning. The trip to the River village would take her four days in regular pacing, yet she was alone and just wanted to get things done so she made it in one day and a half. Sarada did everything according to the script: she chose a regular place to stay the night, flirted a little with the receptionist, got to her room smiling. All make believe, but all necessary. Her accommodation was the cheapest one, so she was not surprised with how empty it was. She left her things back in the room, and went to a quick walk through the village, seeing that nothing beyond suspicious was happening at daylight, despite the weird glances she got from villagers. Soon, the night fell and she returned to her room.

It was an abnormally cold night, too cold for her liking. She laid down onto the small uncomfortable bed and threw the thin bed sheets over her body. Another mission, another night. In her head, Sarada planned out how she would act the next day, planning to take a visit to a peculiar bar she spotted during her walks that was hiring, making her decide to apply for the job. This mission showed up to be an important achievement for her, and she was not willing to do anything wrong. She needed to do her best for her, her family. For him. Even if he wasn’t there, he was still a support for her. That was why she did her best every day.

That was why she did all possible to make things right.

Sarada went to the bar after a small breakfast. For some unknown reason, her heartbeat pounded in her whole body. Was that a presage of something bad? She shook it off, never thinking twice. The bar was in a weirdly empty street. Her pace was careful, even though she could blend in the middle of people, it became harder when no one is around. She thought about going back, but why would she go back? She placed a hand in the door and opened it with no caution. A low song played in the background and the sound of glass tinkling could be heard. The counter had a beautiful girl and the bar had only four men inside, one in the corner, and the other three in a table in the center. Sarada got closer to the lady.

“Hello, good morning. I’m here because I saw you were hiring.”

“Are you here for the job? Good.” The woman smiled, placing her elbows in the counter. Her widened eyes indicated that they were hiring for a long time and no one was interested. “What’s your name?”

“Sayuri.”

“Hi, I’m Naomi. Well, do you have some experience with serving people?” Naomi said.

“Yes.” It was a lie but it couldn’t be hard.

“Okay, you’re hired. There’s no many requirements to work for drunk people. We just need someone to help me when the other worker can’t.”

Sarada smiled a little. That was easy, almost too easy. The man in the corner raised his hand and called the girl, Sarada stood in place momentarily.

Naomi sighed. “Well, can you answer that, Sayuri? Consider this as your training.” Sarada nodded and paced towards the dark corner.

The man kept looking steadily to the bottom of his cup, dark hair covering his face partially. He didn’t look up, not even when Sarada greeted him politely, but he made his request without much further talk. Either way, he didn’t look important for her mission, the men screaming and drinking in the middle of the room were. She came back to the counter and passed the order the other girl.

“Is he a regular?” Sarada asked Naomi.

“The man you just talked?” Sarada nodded, chewing her bottom lip. “Not exactly. He appeared like... last week and he’s been coming here every day since then.”

Sarada was mildly interested in that man and his behavior therefore during the week, she used her free time to investigate him. He did not much daily and his whole routine consisted in waking up, going to the bar, leaving the bar and going back to a small hotel. His habits were making her even more interested in him. Every day, he sat at the same place, required Sayuri, the same drink, the same amount of times: a lot but not enough to get drunk. They bound really quickly, which was good for the mission. However, even when they talked during her work hours, he never shared the things she was willing to know. One day, she decided to see his face, the one he was so constantly hiding behind dark spots in the bar and big coats. At that point, she couldn’t deny the somewhat feelings blowing in her heart towards the mysterious man, but she couldn’t accept them either.

“I want to see your face.” She bravely asked him in the middle of the usual talk without any heads up. His sight remained down.

The guy chuckled. “I know you.”

“Well, I know you know me, we talk every day.” Sarada answered.

“No. I know you, Uchiha Sarada.” The girl’s body tensed and got ready to fight. The guy never shivered. “And I know you’ve been stalking me. Well, you’re stalking me again.” She got even more confused at every word.

“Who are you?” She whispered. The guy chuckled a little again, running his hands through his dark hair, but when he looked into her eyes, she knew. Those were well-known blue eyes right in front of her.

It felt like life was fooling her.

Even if he had a scar in his right eye and his blond hair was dyed black, she would never forget those eyes even after many years trying. A lonely tear fell from her eye, and her heart was shattered. Sarada wasn’t able to describe the urge she was feeling of either hug him or kill him, not even to understand why she was numb — she waited, he never came back. She turned around and went straight to the back of the bar, followed later on by a hurried Boruto. Their motion called unwanted attention, both from other customers and from Naomi; Sarada got angrier only by seeing that he was right behind her.

“What do you want from me?” She furiously turned to face him, doing her best to hold back the tears while Boruto wasn’t even trying to hide his. He spent all these days waiting and wondering how could he tell her the truth. It turned out he never should.

“I want you.” He said, without thinking twice and looking at her straight into those black eyes.

She shook her head slightly, feeling the tears start to pour like water from an open faucet. “You had me.” She whispered. “You had me, but you chose to never come back.” Sarada took a deep breath. “I don’t want you back in my life now.” That was a lie.

“I just want to talk to you and explain everything.” Boruto never meant to hurt her, but he also never thought they would end up finding each other.

Sarada heard footsteps getting closer and her shinobi instincts told her the mission could be in high danger if she didn’t act fast. With that she opened the closest door, and they shifted inside, closing it softly, and keeping silence while the footsteps could still be heard beyond the door. Sadly for both of them, the room where cleaning material were stored was too small for two people, making them smash close to fit. While the darkness enveloped them, Sarada felt observed and none of them moved nor talked. Of course Boruto didn’t have to say a word to have an effect on her — she knew that, she always knew — but this wasn’t the right time to feel a thing. She needed to avert him at all costs. However, when he simply raised a hand to touch her right arm, she couldn’t avoid anymore — she was not trying anymore.

She was still in love with him after all that happened.

His touch on her skin sent shivers throughout her body, she bit her lower lip and closed her eyes. He did nothing more than run his fingers down her arm towards her hand, and that touch didn’t last for long. Her heart was betraying her — she wanted his touch longer, she wanted him everywhere — despite her mind was doing the best to keep her standing still. Sarada was so concentrated in her situation that she totally forgot why she was there in first place; the steps were long gone. Boruto raised his hands once more and soon, Sarada felt his fingers caressing her face, wiping away the tears. She once more did nothing to stop. Seven years and all she wanted was to feel him instead of all the others she felt in frustrating attempts of getting over him, and even if rationally she understood he shouldn’t be forgiven that easily, it was getting harder not to touch him back and push away the desire killing her for so long. She never knew love could hurt this good.

A mistake, that was all it was. A weak moment. Their lips were connected, a passionate, lusty kiss pushing their bodies together, the heat going up abruptly. Committing a mistake had never felt so good. She cried both for sorrow and happiness, his hands traveling her body as if he knew it — he should be there to discover her body before. The same way the kiss started, it finished.

“I want to fix things between us.” Surprised by his words, Sarada retrieved her hands, formerly placed in his hair. They shouldn’t have kissed, they shouldn’t have met again. That should only be a mission.

Sarada took a deep breath to keep more tears from falling. “I don’t even know why I should listen to you. I buried you, you’re dead. You are mistaken if you think forgiveness will come easy.”

“It wouldn’t be you if you just forgave me. I need to tell you the truth.”

Sarada crossed her arms. “Then say it. I’m all ears.”

“Not here. Find me in my hotel lobby in 10 minutes. You know where it is.” Sarada sighed and Boruto moved to open the door.

Her touch stopped him mid way. “First I need a proof you are really Boruto.”

Boruto smiled and Sarada felt the touch of two fingers in her forehead, making her face heat. Not completely satisfied, he got closer and whispered really close to her ear. “Also, that was not our first kiss.” He kissed her cheek softly. “I’ll be waiting for you. Ten minutes.” He went outside first. Sarada was afraid. Her feelings were in the way again, exactly like it happened seven years ago; she was trapped in his incantation, seeing no possible way out.

And maybe this was how things were supposed to be all along.

She was there. Ten minutes later like he said. He was late and this had Boruto written all over it. After five more minutes, dark hair emerged from the stairs, and he waved at her. They went to his room, and he promised it wouldn’t take long. He told her everything indeed while she sat numbly in the bed. Boruto was there in front of her, telling how he escaped that day seven years ago when he found out why the rogue ninjas were attacking them. It had a reason, they wanted the sharingan. Boruto knew that he, as her protector, — he would never forget that promise — needed to stop them. It was a big organization behind that one attack and finally the last arm was about to get down; they were in the command of the small village Sarada was sent to mission. By then, she wondered if it was destiny who forced them to meet or if something she could not describe was working in her favor — their favor — but she could not be more grateful.

Boruto had a plan to come back to the village eventually, but not right away, he needed to be sure everything was safe so, no longer later, they had to say goodbye for the second time when Sarada went back to Konoha. It took four days for her to be home, thinking about how to tell everyone what happened — they would say she was crazy again, wouldn’t they? — all the way, her pace was mostly guided by the slight breeze always present in the Land of Fire.

She was ready to wait.

“I’m serious.”

“You need to rest, it was a long trip.”

“I’m not tired, mama.”

“Have you talked to Naruto already? He would like to know his son is alive.” Sakura did not believe her daughter, memories of the times around Boruto’s death vividly present in her mind.

“I did. He believed me.” Sarada was slightly exasperated by her mother’s reaction. She knew she was not crazy. “Boruto will come back.” With that, she stood up and went to her room.

Sarada couldn’t avoid the tears — all over again, she was reliving things — but then she heard a knock.

“Mama, just leave me alone for a while, please.” She heard the knock a second time and got up to open the door. “Mama, I said…” But no one was there. She froze in place. The third knock was not a surprise.

Sarada hurried to the window, knowing pretty well who was there — who was finally there, like she always needed — and as soon as the curtains were open, they revealed her blond boy smiling at her.

“Sarada, I’m sorry for...” He started.

“Don’t. I am glad you are here right next to me now.” She ended.

When he came back — to her, for her — she knew it’d been worth the wait.

Special Note: read only the bold parts now.

A/N: This is in the end only because the request give it all away so.. Anyway, I would love a feedback since I want to know your thoughts <3 I’m not a angst writer but I tried And send me prompts!! so I can disappoint you. I know I forgot to say I’m accepting requests so... I’m saying now, love u all.

Pairings: BoruSara

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Warnings: too late for this.

Word count: 3,370

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momoiina · 6 years ago

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Only One Month: Ch. 6

Chapter Six: The Blue Takes Her

Author’s note: the last chapter! :O I hope you enjoy!!

The last week of their arrangement comes with rain and foggy landscapes. After the soccer match the week before, Boruto has been doing the utmost to make it up to Sarada, taking her to restaurants and filling up her free time with as much laughter and warmth as possible. This time, however, Sarada has insisted on planning the whole thing. She finally wants to take it to the next level with Boruto.

Whenever she suggested during the past weeks to move to something further than just making out, Boruto stalled. The first time, she assumes, it was because of Chocho being next door and she doubts Boruto would like to sleep with her or stay the night if Chocho is sitting on the other side of the wall, listening.

The other time, his teammates could have come in any second – and while it had frustrated her, she also had to admit that he had been right.

This time will be different though. Chocho is at her parents’ home, away for the break, and Sarada had the dorm to herself. Boruto will come over by 3 pm, so by 2 pm, Sarada has cleaned the house, showered and cooked a meal for the two of them. She also manages to find her best underwear and a pretty dress to wear on top. The lasagna she made is ready to be served and only needs to be reheated quickly in the microwave.

But it turns out, Boruto is late, because by 3:30 pm he still hasn’t arrived and Sarada is starting to get anxious. Either she has gotten ditched by him or something happened and he cannot make it to her.

Retrieving her phone from her bag, she types in a quick message.

You: Hey, where are you? Everything alright? We had a date at 3, remember? Sent: 3:34 pm

Boruto: No I haven’t forgotten! How could I forget you? traffic is just shit Sent: 3:45 pm

You: So you’re on your way? Good! I put on a nice dress, just for you! ♥ Sent: 3:46 pm

Boruto: Yeah, I’ll be there in ten Sent: 3:56 pm

Sarada knows ‘the traffic’ isn’t shit at this time of the day, the most traffic flows away from her house during this hour, but she doesn’t mention it to him in another text. Instead, she beings to pace anxiously across her bedroom. He sounded distant, she thinks. Why does he sound so distant? It took minutes to reply to her when usually he would reply on the spot. Maybe he hasn’t left the house yet and is just looking for an excuse so she won’t get angry with him?

Now that seems like Boruto, but he’s never been late to any of their dates. He’s been punctual, always there on point, never a minute late. Their dates had been too important to him to be late – or at least that’s what she thought.

For a terrifying moment, Sarada firmly believed that whatever evolved between them in the past weeks only existed in her head, but she knows this to be an untruth. There’s no other way.

And just like he said in his messages, ten minutes later Boruto appears at her front door, dressed casually. When she leans in to hug him, he lacks of the scent of his aftershave, the one that she likes so much. This, too, confuses her. He’s always made sure to smell nice for her these past weeks, even at university.

She likes this scent.

“Well, you certainly took forever. The food is all cold I bet,” Sarada tells him.

“You cooked for me?” His eyes widen as if her cooking for him surprises him. “What did you cook?”

“Lasagna. With feta cheese and garlic. I’m sure you’ll like it. Come in,” she replies, taking his jacket and hanging it nearby the door. He looks around and Sarada gets the sensation that he feels lost. He looks lost.

“Is everything alright?”

His eyes snap back to her and he manages an easy smile. She sees through the face mask with ease.

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

Sarada puts both her hands onto her hips and tilts her head to the side, eyes shrewd. “Somehow, I don’t believe you. You look like something bad happened. You can talk to me, you know?” she says before leaning towards him gain with friendly demeanor.

For a second he hesitates and her stomach drops about ten feet below. Quickly her mind skims over every bad thing that could have happened in the last twelve hours. There are no traces of tears on his face, no red cheeks. He hasn’t cried and Boruto – despite trying to come off as extremely manly and collected – is the type to cry when upset, depending on the situation.

“Is Chocho in her room?” he asks, scratching his head.

“No,” Sarada replies, “she has returned home to her parents for the break. She won’t be back for another two weeks.”

“Ah,” Boruto says, but doesn’t elaborate. The silence is heavy in the room, like a third person who is watching them with accusing eyes, every little breath is loud in her ears.

“So…do you want to have dinner or not?” This time, Sarada’s voice has no playfulness, just a factual tone. She demands an answer, Boruto must know this, his behavior is too strange to be excused without a reason.

“I can’t stay.”

“You…what? Why?” Her voice is a tone too high even to her own ears.

His shoulders sag, suddenly he looks exhausted, years older than mere 23 years. When he looks at her, his eyes are still the same blue shade that she has spent years looking at. Blue like the sea, blue like the sky during its best hours, blue moon. But there is something else too, it takes her a moment to understand it.

Looks like…fear.

“I can’t stay with you.”

Sarada stops herself from flinching, even blinking, her hands falling loosely down her sides, limp and useless. There is no feeling left in her fingers, her hands, her arms. There is a sudden disconnect between her, her body. Between her and Boruto. She doesn’t see the blue in his eyes anymore, his face is engulfed in the dark of the fleeting evening sun.

She bites down on her tongue by accident, almost choking and then swallows her saliva.

Tastes like…gun metal. She doesn’t like this taste.

“Wha-What do you mean, exactly?” she whispers. With the silence so heavy in the air, Boruto must hear her clear enough.

“I just can’t do this anymore, alright? The dating. It’s just…it’s no good for me anymore, you know? I mean…” Boruto wants to explain but when Sarada steps closer he trails off. Her body still is not connected to her brain, to the now new and all-consuming reality.

“What exactly do you mean with ‘no good’?”

He has enough shame to lower his eyes and stare at his feet as he explains. “I just can’t take this anymore. Dating you was good and all, but I don’t have the endurance to continue this-“ he motions between them with his fingers as if she cannot understand “- anymore. I, uh, I guess I am sorry for wasting your time.” Boruto grimaces as he looks into Sarada’s eyes. She isn’t crying, not yet at any rate, but she is confused and hurt.

Her brain tries to make her come up with a variety of curses or demands that Boruto needs to follow, but her body isn’t hers at the moment. She can only stare at the boy in front of her. When she doesn’t try to talk to him anymore, it seems he figures that he said all he needed to say.

He doesn’t leave a trace as he leaves her dorm, only the car’s engine roaring, first still near, then further and further away from her until she only hears her own breath. His feet do not leave prints behind, nor does his scent linger. Sarada supposes that without the cologne his scent just isn’t that strong perhaps.

Not strong enough to stay with her at any rate. She misses his scent.

The disconnect between her mind and her body comes to a stop in sudden waves. At first she lifts her hands, watches them tremble, then her mind catches up with her legs and she sinks to the floor. With a thud she is on her knees, ready for a prayer, but her voice does not yet come to her.

Next are her lungs, filling with air, bigger and bigger until her breath shudders. At first a sigh, then a sob, followed by a second one. Tears spill over the brim of her eyes and fall to the ground as she shakes without control. Faintly, she can make out noise from the outside world. Has it begun to rain outside as well? Or is it just her, raining by herself, on the ground, knees and hands almost ready for a prayer to save herself?

The last thing to return to her is her voice.

“Oh God,” she cries, all by herself, not praying, but cradling herself, “Oh God, he left, he really left.”

She lets her head sink onto the wooden floor, her body rushing forward and spilling over the floor in one single, fluid wave. As she holds herself together, holding herself to not spill over, she does not pray to anyone.

She lets the blue take her.

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One, two, three, four, five, six – with a single, solid punch he manages to push the bag as far away from him as possible. In those movies the super heroes always manage to punch these sandbags down and into a wall, but that is not reality. Or maybe he just isn’t a hero.

It’s been three days since he broke up with Sarada and he is still miserable because of it. Not that he expects this to change very soon, but the constant heartache is enough to make him want to punch something other than a bag.

“Your aim is getting sloppy, Boruto. Are you thinking about Sarada again?” The tone in Mitsuki’s voice is not mean or cruel. It is matter-of-fact, no feelings attached. Still, Boruto wants to punch him for even saying her name. It’s hard enough to think about her, worse if he has to talk about her. Mitsuki had been the one to find him crying in his room, alone and miserable. Mitsuki didn’t ask any questions besides the bare minimum and just made Boruto watch a movie with him. Boruto was glad for the distraction, but it didn’t help.

He is already terrified of the beginning of the next semester. How will he deal with Sarada looking at him from now? Will she look at him at all? The thought is unbearable, too painful to even think about and so he pushes the thought out of his head with every punch he takes at the bag.

He and Mitsuki train for another 10 minutes before another figure enters the gym behind him and he can immediately tell who it is, just by the figure and vague hair. Chocho is making her way across the floor, right to him.

As if he doesn’t feel bad enough already.

“Boruto!”

Before turning to her he wipes the sweat from his forehead and takes a sip of water, better to brace himself on the inside for what is about to come. He doesn’t look at Chocho, but she doesn’t need any cues to start talking to him.

“I can’t believe you would do this, I just cannot. I thought you were going to be good for her, but really, you’re just one big disappointment! I should have never encouraged her to go out with you! I should have tried to get her to date anyone but you!” she yells, while a few other people stare them down from across the room.

“Chocho, can you please lower your voice?” Boruto bites back. Talking about Sarada makes his heart ache and he doesn’t want to break down in the middle of the gym.

“NO! I CANNOT!”

Her voice is loud enough to create an echo and Mitsuki comes around and places a hand on her shoulder with a smile. “How about we calm down and you talk to Boruto in a lower voice – people generally tend to listen more when they do not get yelled at.” For a moment, Chocho looks like she is going to murder Mitsuki, but then she just turns around, exhales in the most dramatic way and looks at Boruto again.

“You really broke her heart,” she begins to explain, “do you know that? That was so incredibly cruel of you, I can’t believe it. I thought you were better than this.”

“I don’t think I broke her heart,” he retorts. “She looked surprised when I left but otherwise she looked alright. She didn’t even ask me to stay or anything, you know?”

“Because she was in shock! She told me everything, about the nice evening she had planned for you two, the food, everything!” Chocho gestures with her arms. “And you just dumped her! What kind of behavior was that? I thought you’re in love with her?”

Heat lights up in his chest and the pain it creates is like white fire on bare skin. “Of course I love her, you know I do, everyone knows I do because I am a big blond idiot.” Boruto bites on his molars to cause himself from saying other, more personal things, things that are none of Chocho’s or Mitsuki’s business.

“The question was if she was in love with me. Yes, she might have liked going out with me but she could have still dumped me.” And I wouldn’t have been able to bear getting dumped by her, he thinks. I would have never recovered.

“You didn’t know if she was in love with you too?” Chocho voice drops to an angry whisper. “Whoa, you’re really dumb. I expected more of you.”

“Well, yeah, and what did you expect of me?” he replies with biting sarcasm.

“I expected you to notice that she prepared an entire date night with you. I know that she tried several times to initiate sex with you – and you refused.” She sounds like she is explaining the obvious.

“She wanted to go all the way with you and you were the one that didn’t go along. Are you shy? Or why are you behaving like this?”

“That is so none of your business.”

“I know it’s not! But what I know for a fact is that Sarada is at home, bawling her eyes out and she was so devastated she called me to come take care of her even though I was on a break from school with my parents.”

She’s crying, fuck, he hates it when she cries. Sarada doesn’t cry a lot, she bears most hurdles in life with a stoic attitude, but it has happened before that he witnessed her breaking down and cry. He’s hated people crying since he was a boy and old enough to become protective of his little sister. As a big brother he’d naturally taken on the role of a protector, but Himawari would sometimes cry nonetheless. Somehow, Sarada crying is different and at the same time worse.

Because I make her unhappy, he tells himself in silence.

“Fuck, I mean, I didn’t want to disappoint her with that cancelled date, I really didn’t mean to, it’s just…I just can’t go there with her. All the way. She’s not really my girlfriend, I just can’t.”

Opening himself up only to be dumped in the end isn’t in his plans, he wouldn’t recover. So better to get this over with sooner than later.

“She’s not disappointed about the date, she is disappointed you dumped her!”

“Huh?” The world suddenly spins around him and he has to take a step back. What Chocho just said doesn’t make sense to him. On a certain level he understood what she said, word by word, but he cannot make out the actual meaning.

Why would Sarada be disappointed – unless she had planned to continue dating him of course. But would she really do that?

“How do you know this,” he asks her. “How can you be sure?”

“Because I have known my best friend for most of her life.”

And just like that, he takes off with a dead run, Mitsuki calling after him, “Is our training session cancelled?”

“It better be.”

Yeah, he’s got something else to do right now, he has to get his girl back.

The drive over to her place is painfully long, in spite of him driving well over the tempo limit. If he gets caught by the police, his driver’s license is done for and his father is going to take away his car too. Plus, whatever fee he’d receive would bite him in the ass as well. He’d like to call her while driving to make sure she doesn’t leave the house, but he’s not quite that lax about breaking the driving laws.

He turns into her street still sweaty from his workout, but now with a fierce determination instead of dreadful anxiety fueling him. He wastes no time checking his appearance, it’s useless now at any rate. He’s sweaty, still in gym clothes and he hasn’t shaved this morning so his chin is covered in blond stubble.

At first he thinks that she may really not be home, but then his ears pick up on her light steps behind the door and he starts to grin as she opens the door for him.

“Hey…” he begins, but cannot finish his sentence. Her face is blotchy and she isn’t wearing her glasses. Her eyes are red enough to let him know that yes Chocho didn’t lie. Sarada has been crying. The guilt takes physical form inside his guts with painful stabs.

“Hey.” Her face is somber, not smiling or friendly. She’s really hurt.

“I came back.”

“Yeah,” she whispers, “I can see.”

He scratches his chin before leaning in. “Can I come in? It’s easier to explain with privacy, you know?” She doesn’t reply and just lets him slip past her into the hall.

“I’ve come back because Chocho talked to me just about 25 minutes ago. She was hella mad at me.”

“Uh, yeah, that’s typically Chocho.”

“And what she told me really got me thinking and, yeah,” he says, cheeks red, scratching his whiskers again. His prior fierce attitude vanishes with each passing second. He sighs, “Anyway, I want to apologize to you. I owe you an apology for dumping you and I was wondering if you’d hear me out.”

Sarada simply shrugs with a quick motion; he takes this as a yes.

“I know I am stupid, sometimes at the very least. And when you and I got a thing, I was so happy, but the more we went out, I don’t know, the more attached I became. And with each passing date I thought about the end of our deal. I assumed you would dump me.

“And you see, I’m also a coward, often enough at least. So I decided to dump you before you could do it to me. But really, I didn’t want to dump you, I wanted to continue what we had!” He uses his hands to gesture wildly and hopefully make her understand at least a tiny bit of what he wants to express.

“And I guess, what I want to say is, what I need to say is, that I am really in fucking love with you. Have been for a while. Dumping you out of fear was dumb and I wish I hadn’t done it.”

He looks into her eyes, eager to receive an answer but she keeps looking at his hands. Sarada is motionless and white, even soundless.

Please say something, please just say something.

But she doesn’t speak, instead she wraps two arms around herself and begins to cry again.

“Oh, no, please don’t cry.” Without hesitation he engulfs her with his arms, pulling her against his chest in a gentle embrace. “Did I do something wrong again?” She shakes her head and sniffs, then buries her face in his chest.

“No, you didn’t do anything wrong now. I’m so glad you’ve come back to talk to me,” she whispers, pressing her nose against the fabric of his shirt and inhaling. “These past three days were awful. I don’t want you to leave again.”

Boruto chuckles and kisses the top of her head. “I don’t plan on leaving you again.” Not so soon if he can manage it.

“You’re sweaty though,” she mumbles and they laugh in union and Boruto squeezes her even tighter. “Yeah, I worked out before I got here.”

“Oh yeah? Well then you need to take a shower.”

They both look at each other and this time Boruto doesn’t pull away. Instead he dives deep and kisses her, first softly, then with more depth until they both forget about the past awful days.

“Also,” Sarada begins to tell him as they head towards the bathroom, “in case you haven’t noticed yet. I want to take a shower with you because I want you whole. All of you, entirely. Because I also love you.”

He smiles and pulls her closer again, for one, two kisses, because after only one month, this is all he ever wanted.

#oom #ff:only one month #borusara #boruto #sarada #fanfic

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kairi-chan · 6 years ago

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I Got You (XVII) - BoruSara

Title: One Down

Genre: Romance/Humor/Angst

Rating: T

Chapter 1: Childhood Friends, Chapter 2: The Dinner, Chapter 3: Disconnect, Chapter 4: Spill It, Chapter 5: Nighttime and Bottles of Beer, Chapter 6: Sunsets and Ninbucks Frappes , Chapter 7: Past and Present Dates , Chapter 8: Contemplation, Chapter 9: Awkward AF, Chapter 10: Punch Some Sense Into You, Chapter 11: Anything For You, Chapter 12: Reason For Jealousy, Chapter 13: Permission, Chapter 14: He’s Perfect, Chapter 15: Dreaming of You, Chapter 16: The New Girl in Town

A/N: Thank you to everyone who has supported and encouraged me to continue this story. I really thought you guys didn’t like it enough to care if I didn’t finish this. ^^;

This is unbeta’d. All mistakes are my own. Sorry about that!

“I’m sorry I’m late!” Sarada plopped on the seat in front of her best friend and released a deep sigh. Her hair was in disarray, and her clothes were wrinkled. It was very un-Sarada like.

“Honestly!” Chocho pouted. “I never get to see you anymore and when we do, you’re late! I had to start eating while waiting.” She took a big bite of her pasta and continued to pout at her friend.

Sarada laughed nervously. “Please go ahead. I’m really sorry. Kagura-kun didn’t want me to leave.”

Chocho’s amber eyes scanned her friend again, landed on the yellow scarf around her neck, and smirked. “Oh? I wonder what you two were doing for him to not want you to leave.”

Sarada froze and looked away, hiding the heat that had risen to her cheeks. “It’s not like that!”

She laughed and munched on her food some more. “No shame, girl. But really, Sarada. He’s always with you. We never get to hang out with you anymore.”

“I know, I know.” Sarada slumped back in her chair and released a heavy sigh. “Mama and Papa have been wanting to see me more often, too. I’m just glad I get to see Mitsuki since he’s been helping Mama these days and staying over more often.”

“Ooh? He got that internship he wanted in Auntie Sakura’s hospital?”

Sarada shook her head. “I don’t think you can call it that, but I think he has a good chance of getting it. He comes over and stays in Mama’s library, and she goes over her cases with him.” Sarada waved her hand in the air. “You know how Mama favors him.”

Chocho nodded and spoke in between bites, “Well, it seems like he’s been struck with the lovebug. Too bad for him, Mitsuki will never stand a chance with me.”

Sarada blinked. “What are you talking about?”

The brunette let out a loud and dramatic sigh. “You really have been gone and out of the loop! A few days ago, we were at Wasabi’s place. He confessed to having feelings for someone, but we couldn’t get him to tell us who.”

“Mitsuki likes someone?” Sarada grinned. It was so unlike him, but she was glad he finally had found someone. She made a mental note to go and interrogate him later.

Later that day, Sarada was packing up her books in the library, when one of her friends approached her.

“Hello there.”

“Oh, Sumire.” Sarada pushed her glasses back up the bridge of her nose and put her books back down on the table. “Doing some studying, too?”

Sumire smiled and looked down. “Actually, I wanted to ask you something, and I hope you don’t think I’m being too bold.”

Sarada grinned. “Don’t be silly. We’re friends. Ask away.”

The girl shuffled a bit before she finally raised her gaze and made eye contact. “Do you like Boruto?”

“Me?” Sarada was shocked, but managed to smile. “No way.”

“Well, I do.” Sumire admitted.

This confession made Sarada’s mind go blank, but she was certain her face was betraying her, and showing her confusion evidently.

Sumire giggled. “I wanted to ask you if--if you thought he might like me, too? I want to ask him out. Do you think he’ll say yes?”

Her dark eyes widened and her lips parted. That was not what Sarada was expecting to hear. She stared on for a few more seconds, and Sumire was patient enough to smile and wait kindly for her response. Sarada shook her head and said, “Boruto goes on a lot of dates, as far as I know, he’s never turned a girl down.”

Sumire’s eyes lit up and her smile grew. She looked so happy, and yet it twisted Sarada’s gut to think about Sumire and Boruto dating. Her pocket started vibrating and she fished out her phone. She looked at the screen.

Mitsuki: where are you?

Sarada raised a brow and took a peek at her watch. “Oh! I need to go!” She hastily stuffed her books in her bag and slung it over her shoulder. “I’ll see you soon.” She ran out of the library, earning a heated glare from the librarian but that didn’t matter to Sarada. She was late, again.

Sarada jogged over to Mitsuki’s car, holding on to the strap of her duffel bag, and an apology ready on her lips. She knew Mitsuki wouldn't even need to hear it, but she said it anyway. “I'm so sorry I'm late!”

Mitsuki smiled, took her bag and placed it in the compartment. “It's no big deal, Sarada. Were you with Kagura-san?”

She shook her head. “No. I was at the library with Sumire.”

His fingers nearly got caught on the compartment’s lock. “Ah.” His clumsiness did not go unnoticed. Sarada blinked a few times, but chose to stay quiet. Instead, she hopped in the passenger seat and strapped her seat belt on.

The car ride was mostly quiet, but comfortable. Mitsuki’s presence always calmed her, and placed her mind in a state of peace. Sarada always did like Mitsuki’s driving. It was fast and smooth, but still careful. They chatted here and there, catching up with each other's classes and other extracurricular activities. Soon enough, they reached the Uchiha Mansion, and Mitsuki pulled up the front. The two unloaded their belongings, and entered.

Sharp steps echoed from the top of the stairs. “Mitsuki, Sarada, welcome home.”

The boy bowed slightly, while Sarada climbed a few steps to give her mother a kiss on the cheek. “I'm home, Mama.”

Sakura smiled at the two and said, “Why don't you two freshen up first? Dinner will be ready in a bit. Mitsuki, you'll be staying the night.” Sakura wasn't requesting, it was a statement. One which the boy was accustomed to. He only nodded and said his thanks.

Both of them carried their belongings and made their way up their rooms. Since Mitsuki and Sarada had been friends for a long time, Sakura turned one of the guest rooms into his own room.

Mitsuki turned the knob and pushed the door open. Cream colored walls, light colored furniture, and the distinct scent of the Uchiha Manor mixed with his own scent welcomed him back. The twin bed was well made, and had fresh light blue sheets with abstract snake patterns. There was a desk, a bookshelf, his own bathroom, and a large window that overlooked the garden. He placed his bag down on the floor and laid down on the bed, then decided to stare at the ceiling for a few moments. There were glow in the dark stars stickered on. He smirked remembering how those got there. Mitsuki used to be afraid of the dark, and even if he would never admit it, Boruto and Sarada knew that and understood. One day when they were only twelve, he came by the Uchiha Mansion to drop off some borrowed books, and found his best friends standing on each other’s shoulders trying to stick the stars on. The memory made him smile wider, and he closed his eyes.

The three of them were no longer twelve, and even if they were all still friends, things really haven't been the same. Boruto and Sarada were growing distant with one another, and Mitsuki was getting busier with his classes. Not to mention trying to juggle his work with Sakura.

He opened his eyes. His parent was in the medical field too, and he was often away. He could count with his fingers the time he'd spent with his parent, but for all the times he had spent in this room, in this house, even the stars in the sky wouldn't be enough. Sarada was like a sister to him, and Sakura did far more than teach him how to be a good doctor. And Boruto… He always was Mitsuki’s sun. He made everything fun and interesting. But he wasn't so sure if he still thought that way since--

Knock knock.

Mitsuki sat up. “Yes?”

The door opened and Sarada popped her head in. “Dinner time.”

The two of them walked to the dining room and found Sakura placing down bowls of rice.

“Papa isn't here?” The slight disappointment in her voice did not go unnoticed by Mitsuki and by the way Sakura's green eyes softened, it didn't pass her by either.

“Your father is away on a business trip with Naruto. You know how urgent things pop up.”

Sarada simply nodded and took a seat at the left of the head of the table. Mitsuki sat next to her, but before Sakura sat down, she pulled her phone out and took a selfie of her, the food, and the two kids. Sarada and Mitsuki were quick to smile and hold up peace signs, already used to Sakura's quick photo ops.

Dinner was a lively affair, Sakura badgered the two with questions how their university life was going, and they both answered and indulged her. Sakura cracked a joke about how she was the “perfect balance” of a studious and party going girl during her college days, making Mitsuki and Sarada laugh.

On sync, both Sarada and Mitsuki’s phones dinged. The selfie Sakura took earlier was attached to the message.

Boruto: I can't believe you two didn't invite me to this! That's not fair, ya know?

Sarada smirked, and showed her mother the message. Mitsuki was typing up a reply but then a photo of Boruto with his arm around Sumire popped up on the screen, making Mitsuki stop and frown.

Boruto: Whatever! I'm hanging out with Sumire now. We have to get together on Monday. I think she’s into me. But then again, who isn’t? :>

Sarada was still holding her phone up for Sakura when the message and photo appeared. Her mother’s face lit up. “Does Boruto have a new girlfriend?”

Mitsuki and Sarada exchanged glances, both refused to say a word. Sarada looked at the photo, turned her screen off, and shoved the phone back into her pocket with a little more force than necessary. The tension hung in the air, thick and suffocating.

Sakura clapped her hands together, breaking the silence. “Okay, I think it's time for dessert.”

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A/N: I know it was kinda boring, but it’ll get better in the next. Promise!

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tekka-dan · 7 years ago

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In YOUR opinion, do you think it was Studio Pierrot or Kishimoto that ruin Naruto?

tbch this answer can kind of be controversial being as my opinion/thoughts shift around frequently.but if i'm being entirely heart felt honest I blame studio piss cot for everything. Kishimoto wrote the manga how he envisioned it, and what it was centered around; naruto and sasuke's bond. everything else was semi-important but for the most part it was about naruto reconnecting with sasuke and pulling him from the darkness and absolutely no one will disagree when fans exclaim that kishimoto initially wrote this story about bonds.then studio piss cot decided it needed more things that weren't significant. Kishimoto ended the manga how he wanted to, with naruto and sasuke on that rock where everything began for them. And I thought that was such an honorable way to end his series but piss cot wanted to milk the series.Everyone blames kishimoto for writing sasusaku and naruhina piss poorly but ask yourself, is that even what kishimoto wanted for them in the first place? I mean if he really gave an ounce of a fuck about the relationships, naruto being a SHOUNEN MANGA aside, he wouldn't make naruto and sasuke immensely happier TOGETHER than with their own wives. I mean it's quite easy to draw characters looking somewhat pleased, happy or even slightly content just being around their partners, I mean example being fucking VEGETA who is the MASTER OF GRUMPY PANTS MCNEVERSMILES FACE and he manages to show MORE EMOTION and MORE COMPASSION towards his WIFE AND CHILDREN while on a BATTLE FIELD and even during other activities. Like I just don't buy the "that's just not sasuke or naruto's character" because if VEGETA CAN STILL LOOK PISSED OFF BUT MANAGE TO STILL TREAT HIS WIFE AND CHILDREN EXCEPTIONALLY THEN THERE IS A PROBLEM. But every time we have sasuke around sakura he looks absolutely dead inside. Like he is a walking talking zombie, fucking decaying of emotions. Then we have naruto who around Hinata manages to not even be the same character at all? Dismissing that yes he's older and has a serious role of being hokage, I mean his goofy personality is more apparent when he's on his WAY to JUST SEE SASUKE! like it's INCOMPREHENSIBLE just how pathetic it is they couldn't animate the two of them being DECENTLY HAPPY around their own WIVES AND CHILDREN but around each other they have this unspeakable and unbreakable bond to one another. But then I laugh inside because knowing full well Kishimoto didn't want THIS for them, he draws them like that on purpose. Distant and completely disconnected from their wives and family yet to one another they can smile to each other and the light comes back to their eyes. I mean watch the Boruto movie, the only scene where Naruto genuinely smiles I mean GENUINELY SHOWS ANY REAL EMOTION was when Sasuke stopped by and when they fought together. And then when Sasuke smiled at Naruto in that office after being tailed by Naruto's bitch brat son, you could FEEL the emptiness Sasuke feels instantly DISSIPATE (and let's not even mention the fact that sasuke did not once ever stop by to see HIS OWN family at all during this movie, but managed to speak to naruto, naruto's wife and was damn near bitch slapped by naruto's son in less than twenty seconds all the while twenty seconds in sakura and sarada's life sasuke still remains missing and as far as sarada's concern completely non existent) so yeah.TL;DR is that stupid piss cot ruined naruto.

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aubretia23 · 7 years ago

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A Ridiculous Idea Part 2

Title : A Ridiculous Idea

Chapter 2

DISCLAIMER : I do not own Naruto, its franchise or anything related to it. All recognisable characters, situations and premises are copyright of Masashi Kishimoto, Shueisha, Shonen Jump and Viz Media.

SPECIFIC DISCLAIMER : This fanfiction is a sequel to The Other Talk and its sequel The Other Other Talk. Both are fanfictions written by KuriQuinn and thus her intellectual property. I have taken permission from her to write and publish a sequel to them. Therefore I will try my best to stick to events and interpretations of characters according to her. The keyword here being “try”.

Author Note : Thank you KuriQuinn for the permission. This is my second attempt at fanfiction. Also I am not KuriQuinn, so the writing style will be different. Please bear with me. English is not my native tongue. The variant of English used here is Indian. I have also used my own headcanons , so it might not be an exact sequel but whatever.

As long as you enjoy it, it does not matter.

Alright I wrote this before Episode 8 came out so I don’t think I can stick to canon anymore. This is a fanfic anyway. Also I thought of making this a five part series earlier but now it will probably be a three parter. Therefore, I am renaming the prologue as Chapter 1. This chapter is long and goes a bit in depth with the situation but I will try to steer it back to lightheartedness in the next one.

I don’t know about other countries but in India, marriage registration and weddings are not the same. There is a civil wedding and a legal marriage. If your marriage is registered, then you are legally married but a civil wedding is almost always happens alongside it. It gives societal legitimacy and acknowledgement by the family, the extended clan and the society. If you got married in a civil wedding but didn’t register yet, your wedding will be considered legally valid but it leaves you in a precarious situation if you ever have to prove your marital status especially if you don’t have photos or wedding guests or distant relatives to vouch for the wedding.

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A veil of whispers and murmurs descends upon the assembly. Naruto nods to Shizune who informs the clans’ leaders that the emergency meeting was over. As the last of the leaders file out, a handful of close and relevant people stay back. Shikamaru shuts the door of the hall in order to ensure complete privacy for what was to come next.

“This is utterly outrageous.” Koharu bites out furiously through her toothless mouth.

“The sole Uchiha scion and one of the only two Uzumaki scions cannot marry each other. They have to marry someone else in order to carry on their clan lineages. They are the clan leaders on top of that. Two clan leaders marrying each other is unprecedented. Seventh, you must track your son and your apprentice down. You must stop them before this sacrilege occurs.”

“They love each other. And they want to merge the two clans - the Uchiha and the Uzumaki - into one.” Naruto informs her tiredly.

After all, Himawari’s prodigious Byakugan prowess qualifies her for the leadership of the Hyuga. Even though he doesn’t want it for her, Himawari’s enthusiasm and closeness to her maternal clan has elevated her to the status of the unofficial Hyuga heiress who will succeed her still childless and unmarried aunt. Perhaps if he tries, Naruto can persuade her to carry on the Uzumaki lineage for the sake of the village but he knows that Himawari’s happiness lies in the Hyuga. Her smile is something he can die for to protect.

Koharu and Homura stare at him scandalised.

“Clans branching out is one thing, clans merging together is unheard of-” A laughter cuts off Homura.

Hanabi rolls down to the floor at this point, her stomach aching due to incessant laughter.

Kakashi, his eyes crinkling, grins behind his mask, cementing his status as the only one besides her in the entire hall who is amused at the situation.

“This is outrageous! There is no way that those two are getting away with this.”

Sasuke hisses at Hiashi’s thunderous declaration, his head stubbornly throbbing in pain.

“I had an entire wedding planned out for those two!” Ino wails out, sobbing. Her doting aunt tendencies were at their strongest for Sarada, despite her niece’s stubborn aversion to cheesy romances.

“Well, everyone knew that Boruto and Sarada were meant to be. I mean, everybody knew they were in love with each other since they were in diapers.” Iruka was met with sour looks from Naruto and Sakura. Sasuke shoots him a dirty glare while Hinata shuts her eyes and pinches the bridge of her nose in exasperation, her other arm wrapping around her middle consolingly.

Shino sighs at this. Chouji tries to nervously evade looking at the concerned foursome.

“It’s like it was just yesterday when they were twelve or thirteen. All blushy-blushy over each other and Boruto declaring that he will protect Sarada and support her as Hokage and what not.” Moegi reminisces, a bright grin slowly breaking out on her face. The new Ino-Shika-Cho sniggers at this.

“Yeah, we even have a bet going on who will realise their feelings first and who will confess first. With Naruto and Sasuke’s dense and oblivious genes being unfortunately dominant, nobody thought that it will amount to anything before they turned twenty or something.” Tsunade turns towards Shizune.

Naruto raises an eyebrow at this declaration.

“It is a village-wide bet.” Shizune admits shamefacedly.

“Forget that. They won’t be able to get married. They both are underage.” Temari brings everyone back to the point.

“Well, the law states that the marriageable age is sixteen. Although you need parental permission to get married before turning eighteen.” Shikamaru wants this meeting to be over as soon as possible. Perhaps a cup or two of really strong alcohol might just do him some good.

“Temari’s right. Once the two realise that they won’t be able to get married without your legal permission, they will come back on their own.” Sai tries to reassure his former teammates and Hinata.

“They won’t come back.” Hinata’s quiet statement can be heard over the babel.

“And why not?” is all a frowning Konohamaru manages with broken jaw.

“Because they have our written permission.” Sakura informs dryly.

The hall falls silent.

“What the hell, Sakura?! Why would you guys give them permission to get married while they are still underage? They could have easily waited till they both turned eighteen. That’s a little over an year away!” Ino screeches at her best friend.

“Sarada is pregnant.” Sasuke informs them darkly, the words coming out from a far away place. At least in Sasuke’s mind.

The assembly looks at Sasuke in utter silence.

“Who’s the fa-” Sai cuts himself off as he realises the utter stupidity of his question.

“When did this happen?” Temari demands.

“Well, Sarada is six weeks pregnant.” Naruto replies with a sigh.

The entire assembly stills at the implication of these words.

Two months ago, Uzumaki Boruto was sent on a highly dangerous S-ranked mission. Despite the support of the new triclan team, the mission took a dangerous turn when Kawaki got involved. Sarada and Mitsuki had to be sent in. Boruto completed his mission but Kawaki escaped. Not before fatally injuring the former, one which put him in a week long coma, ripped his vitals apart and nearly costed him his dojutsu and life. It was only due to the timely and combined medical intervention of Sarada, Mitsuki and Inojin that Boruto came out of this mission alive. The scar running down Boruto’s right eye is no longer angrily red but still serves as a reminder of the near-death experience.

Naruto looks at the third Sannin for an explanation. Mitsuki shrugs.

“Sarada was hysterical when Boruto went into coma. We had to knock her out to let her body rest a bit. We left them alone after Boruto woke up because all he would do at that point of time was to ask for Sarada. No one disturbed them after that. At least not for the night after he woke up.”

Mitsuki’s account fitted together with what the Uzumaki and Uchiha couples could glean out from their children after Sasuke calmed down enough from attempting to murder his student. The teenaged couple was reluctant to give out details but eventually under Hinata’s disappointed stare, the one which always made Sasuke feel as though he has kicked a puppy, they gave in.

Underneath what at first seemed to be immature and rebellious teenage dating and sex, and consequent irresponsibly accidental pregnancy, a different story emerged, albeit if only by a bit.

Boruto’s near-death experience had brought him and Sarada to terms with their deep-rooted feelings for each other. Their verbal confirmation of mutual love, trust and commitment was followed by a physical reaffirmation of their passion for each other. Undisturbed by their teammates and traumatised by their experience, the new couple forgot about everything except each other. Everything including something very important.

Contraception.

They had dated for a month after that under the guise of medical checkups, recuperative exercises and training, mostly because they knew their fathers would immediately deem their relationship to be inappropriate or immature or both, before one evening, Sarada began feeling nauseated at the smell of fried octopus while on a date. Boruto had used his dojutsu in order to figure out whether her chakra was off-balance or not. All he saw was a foreign chakra in her lower belly.

Sarada and Boruto were left staring at each other, frozen in shock, as the possible implication seeped in. After several pregnancy tests bought by Boruto’s henged shadow clones, Sarada confirmed her pregnancy.

After initial bafflement, a mild tantrum and some tears later, joy and laughter filled the otherwise empty Uchiha household. Boruto had proposed marriage to Sarada who answered it with pushing him into the nearest bedroom and getting down on her knees.

Unfortunately, the said bedroom belonged to her parents who were not supposed to be in the village for some time. The said parents had returned without a warning.

Once the Uchiha couple got over their initial trauma, they called a kangaroo meeting with their daughter’s boyfriend at the Ichiraku. The meeting ended with Sarada breaking Konohamaru’s jaw for his uninvited interference and Sakura being generally threatening. Boruto had not spoken a word since then and his back had begun to hurt due to rigidity. Sasuke’s death glares might have something to do with it.

When the news reached the Uzumaki couple, Hinata and Naruto were at a loss for words, embarrassment and bafflement being their default settings.

After accidently informing their parents about their pregnancy later that night at dinner at the Uzumaki residence, Sarada had stubbornly refused to back down after her father attempted to murder the father of her child. Sasuke’s irrational anger at that point was met with immature tantrums and comebacks from Sarada’s side. Which was enough to tire her out sooner that expected. Boruto had caught her before she could hit the floor.

His piercing blue eye met his mentor’s mismatched black and violet ones. For the first time in his life, Sasuke felt afraid of his student.

While Sakura checked up on her daughter, scanning her with Mystical Palms and asking her general questions regarding her health, pregnancy and sex life, Hinata had walked Himawari to the Hyuuga Compound where she would be spending the night. Kakashi stuck around hoping to dissipate tensions. Once they all gathered back in the Uzumaki living room, Boruto and Sarada sat down with their parents and Kakashi, hoping to come to a rational resolution.

Protectively wrapping his arms around her, Boruto explained rationally what Sarada was expressing emotionally.

That he and Sarada loved each other. Had done so for years.

That they were dating seriously. And sleeping together. And had no intentions of ever taking a break.

That they were going to become parents.

That their child is the proof of their love for each other.

That they wanted to get married.

That even without the baby, they would have gotten married the day Sarada turned eighteen.

That he and Sarada had enough money to establish a married life and family of their own. Being talented at a young age meant being sent on high ranking missions early irrespective of their nin rank which translated to a high income.

That all they wanted was love and support from both sets of their parents for their child and themselves.

And of course, being still underage, their permission to get married as soon as possible given the circumstances.

Sasuke had stormed out of the house at the end of this conversation. Sarada was reduced to tears while Boruto tried to console her.

Sakura was furious at this point. Whether it was at her husband or daughter or the situation itself was unknown. Possibly the first option because she stormed out of the Uzumaki residence as well after telling Sarada that she is going to put her father in his place.

Hinata and Naruto seemed bewildered even at this point. But soon, Naruto sat down to lecture Boruto on irresponsibility - general, sexual and marital. Hinata diced some fruits and along with a bowl of custard managed to draw Sarada into a conversation over them. Kakashi wandered off outside, hoping to catch his two former students before they damaged public property.

He soon found the couple at an all-night bar. Sasuke could have been mistaken for being passed out on Sakura’s lap after what seemed to be several bottles of very high grade sake.

Except he was sobbing quite audibly. The loss of his only beloved daughter to another man was just too much for him to bear.

Sakura was gently patting her husband’s head, her face decidedly softened since the entire drama began. As she caught Kakashi’s eye, she gently informed her husband about the onlooker. Sasuke immediately pulled himself up to sit straight, swaying a little, and glaring drunkenly at Kakashi, daring him silently to repeat this to Naruto. Kakashi merely smiled in amusement and joined them, ordering shochu for himself and umeshu for Sakura.

Half an hour later, they were joined by Naruto and Hinata. He was carrying a marriage contract. One with an underage permission clause attached to it.

Hinata informed Sakura as the latter poured out a cup of umeshu for the former that Boruto and Sarada had decided to spend the night together at a hotel. Sasuke made an attempt to bolt out of there but Sakura’s steady glare pinned him down.

Naruto broached out the subject of unifying the two clans. It was something unheard of before. Boruto and Sarada’s status as clan leaders easily disqualified each other as a marriage candidate for each other. But Boruto figured that if the two clans were merged into one, something that should not be very difficult granted the meagre number of both the Uchiha and the Uzumaki, he and Sarada, as the joint co-leaders of the new clan, could welcome their child without the explosive question of which clan did he or she belong to. The question of kekkei genkai was a different matter altogether, one which was dependent on sheer luck.

Ultimately, all four of the parents decided to sign over the contract. The reality of a grandchild was becoming more dominant over their children’s idiocy. The two to-be grandmothers began discussing the cuteness and gender of the unborn baby, while Naruto and Sasuke ended up having a chakraless fist fight after the former goaded the latter by saying that he will be the more favourite one out of the two grandfathers. Kakashi smiled in serene satisfaction.

Since the clock at the bar already read 3:43 AM, Hinata thought it would be best to just discreetly have it delivered to their children via one of Sasuke’s hawk summons. It would certainly cheer up both their children, Sarada more specifically to be honest. Half an hour later, they received a note from Boruto thanking them for everything.

Naruto announced that he would be heading to the Hokage’s office. Clan merging or whatever would need a good amount of legal paperwork.

Sasuke and Sakura decided to return to their home. Sasuke being wobbly on his feet had to be supported by Sakura. Hinata decided to go over to the Hyuga Compound, hoping to meet her father personally and inform him about this turn of events. Kakashi decided to stay back at the bar, surrounding himself with more alcohol and pulling out his orange book.

At 6:00 AM, Naruto sought out Shikamaru for advice on legal aspects of the merger.

At 7:30 AM, he called for an emergency meeting of clan leaders at 9:00 AM in which Boruto and Sarada’s upcoming nuptials would be announced. A private meeting with the Konoha Council was avoided, firstly because it was a private family matter, and secondly, because of the excessive high-handed nosiness of the two Elders. With all the legal paperwork set right, thanks to a disgruntled and unsettled Shikamaru and his genius brain, Naruto knew the two oldies could no longer interfere.

At 8:50 AM, he was presented a letter by a very calm and pleased Mitsuki.

It explained in Boruto’s rather neat handwriting that he and Sarada are eloping.

That they had registered their marriage at the Konoha Marriage Registration Office at 8:10 AM. The new Ino-Shika-Cho served as their three witnesses.

That he and Sarada intend to exchange vows somewhere alone and to have a long honeymoon as they know that they won’t get any alone time together once the baby was born.

That he hopes that they forgive them.

That they will write to them every week.

That they will be back before the due date because Sarada wants her mother to be the midwife.

And that they will have another wedding just for their parents and the rest of the village on their first wedding anniversary.

At 8:58 AM, a murderous Sasuke had his ribs broken by Sakura when they learnt about this. Hinata was informed discreetly by Shikamaru just prior to the start of the meeting. The look she sent in the direction of the village gates was spine-chilling.

Koharu is the first to gain back her footing.

“This is a sacrilege! What kind of an abomination would this child be?! Born of a half-breed Uchiha and a hybrid of Uzumaki and Hyuga? Seventh, you not only need to stop these two, separate them and forbid them from seeing each other ever again, but also annul this marriage.”

Homura agrees to this, “But first of all, Hokage, you must ensure that this monster of a child is not born. The bloodlines of Byakugan and Sharingan mixing into one being will yield no good.”

Everyone turns towards them in slow motion as the words sink. The room’s temperature drops by a good several degrees.

Sakura is the first to act in the defence of her child’s child. Homura is thrown out of the conference hall on the fourth floor of the Hokage office building, the glass window shattering on his head while on his path down.

Koharu has her chakra points blocked by an absolutely furious Hinata, her activated Byakugan ablaze with fury. Her pointed fingers threaten to damage her heart if the Elder moves even a little.

Naruto feels anger leaving his tensed shoulders as he nods to Shizune to pick up Koharu and send her to the hospital and on her way there, also pick up Homura if he is still alive even after having each and every bone shattered by Sakura’s punch. Sasuke’s broken ribs were the only thing which prevented him from going after the duo and ensuring their demise. The murderous intent of the rest of the gathering was ebbing was well.

The whole group of friends and extended honorary family was protective about the future Ninth Hokage and her bodyguard. Quite naturally, it was immediately and instinctively extended to their child.

A cool wave of exasperated silence and exhausted contemplation washes over the occupants of the hall.

Sai laughs out. “Well, I suppose this is karma. “

“For what?” Sasuke raises an eyebrow at him.

“For having a year long sexathlon of a honeymoon and giving birth to a secret baby about whom no one knew outside the village.” Ino trills in.

Sasuke groans out loud while general amusement at his expense ensues.

Everything will be fine, Naruto supposes. As his eyes meet Hinata’s, a smile blossoming on her face, Naruto feels lighters, happier, giddier.

A grandchild would be nice, he thinks. Yeah, it would be very nice.

“Well, if anything, all this will come back to bite them in the ass.” Sakura says lightly. A tremor of devilish amusement enters her voice. A dangerous smirk slowly snakes out on her increasingly gleeful face.

“What do you mean by that?” Hinata frowns.

“I found this out while I examined Sarada. I wanted to inform Boruto and Sarada about this after the meeting but since they have decided to behave irresponsibly and idiotically again, I suppose it will be cosmic punishment when they learn about this.”

“Learn about what? Is the baby and Sarada alright?” Sasuke asks.

“ You mean the babies.”

“Huh?” The entire group looks at her bewildered.

“Boruto and Sarada are going to have twins.” Sakura says happily.

Naruto feels a sense of dread entering him. Flashbacks of Boruto’s antics in childhood and admittedly his own come back to the fore.

Konoha is truly doomed, he thinks meekly.

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Hair - A KakaSaku Drabble

tl;dr - I’m not done with the series so most of this is my headcanon. See end of drabble for more details

He starts to notice something’s wrong once her hair reaches just below her shoulders. She twists and turns the strands, wringing them nervously, tugging, pulling, stretching, rolling the ends of it between her fingers as if it’s a nervous habit. The pink strands seem to be reaching out for attention as she plays with the ends.

Kakashi can’t remember her hair being this long since before Team 7’s first attempt at the Chunin Exams. He can still remember with vivid clarity seeing Sakura emerge from the Forest with locks that were roughly hewn to just below her chin-line. She looked fiercely defiant and he had been forced - for the first but by no means the last time - to begin to see the potential in the kunoichi he had consistently underestimated.

Now, however, he noticed that her hair was growing longer. It had gotten close to this length in the Shinobi war, but she had constantly trimmed it with a grim smile. Ino’s hair, by contrast, was nearing her waist, but Sakura’s was still bobbed.

Soon, her hair is touching her collar-bones and he realizes that it’s been months since Sasuke made an appearance and he’s starting to doubt that the Uchiha will ever return. She seems to yank at the strands with a desperation when she’s lost in thought, as if by some miracle she could pull them from her head. She stretches the hair out, away from her face, absently looking at a medical chart, and Kakashi thinks that she might just be trying to rip the ends.

She seems uncomfortable at best, miserable at worst, as she fiddles with the every growing pink locks. It isn’t until she’s got her hair bunched up and wound around her hand - the strands now long enough to wind around her hand twice before she would touch her head, that Kakashi decides to broach the subject.

“Uhm,” he mumbles, glancing up from the report that he’s reviewing as Sakura stands in front of his desk, hair wound around her hand as if she were holding an enemy shinobi hostage, “Sakura… Are you trying to kill your hair or does it really bother you that much?”

Sakura seems to shake out of distant thought with a start, quickly unwinding her hair from her fingers. “Eh?” she fumbles, her fingers snagging on a snarl she had accidentally created by unconsciously moving her fingers like a weaver in a loom. “Sorry? Oh, uh, no, I guess I’m just not used to having long hair anymore.” She smiles weakly, like it takes all of her effort to make it seem effortless.

(She fails.)

“Why did you grow it out after so many years?” Kakashi asks delicately, a casual curiosity, but with an edge of concern as he notes her fiddling with the knot she had created. Her fingers are shaking.

“Oh, well,” she turns pink around the edges and again Kakashi is forced to reconcile this powerful woman with the kunoichi he had underestimated as a genin. She is still the same and yet so different. His heart jumps but he pushes it to the back of his mind.

After a long pause, she finally continues. “Sasuke told me that he liked my hair when it was long. He said that I looked better with it that way. I decided I would grow it out again.”

A slow-building white hot rage bubbles in Kakashi’s stomach. Ever since the return of Sasuke (and his subsequent absence), the Rokudaime Hokage had been dealing with the aftermath - not only politically but in the broken pieces of the people left behind. For fleeting moments, Kakashi had seen Sakura almost happy.

(He tries not to think about the ‘almost’ - the bitterness over the forgiveness she had freely given the Uchiha when Kakashi wanted to do nothing more than pound the Uchiha’s face in for everything he had ever done to Sakura, followed by her freshly re-broken heart as he abandoned them once again.)

Following the rage comes a sick sadness that threatens to overwhelm him. Her unspoken admission nearly drowns Kakashi in emotions he’d rather not evaluate.

Sasuke likes my hair long, so if I grow it out maybe he’ll come back to me.

“Mm,” is all Kakashi can come up with in response as he quickly turns his eyes back to the report. He can sense the awkward tension gathering around Sakura and he tries to quiet his pulse. Feigning nonchalance, he flips through the report. “Well,” his words are cautious, “Sasuke is entitled to his opinions, but I always find that there’s power in functionality, don’t you?”

She doesn’t grace his comment with response, but he can almost see the fire in her eyes and it warms him up once more - this time with a happy glow instead of angry fire. She nods once, before taking her leave of his office.

He see’s her two weeks later as she presents her quarterly report from the hospital - and she radiates a beaming smile as she presents the report to the gathering of village elders and the Hokage. Her hair has been cut back to her ears and Kakashi sees once again the fiery kunoichi that helped save the village, her friends, and even himself.

Her words blended into sound as he watched her present her report, mentally memorizing every expression on her face and the way her hair - now so light - swayed with her movement.

Sasuke was right, he had to admit to himself begrudgingly - Sakura was gorgeous with long hair. But seeing the confidence and joy on her face was far more breathtaking than any amount of hair and if Kakashi had his choice - he’d give up seeing her beautiful hair to see her beautiful smile any day of the week.

Authors Note: So, if this comes off as Kakashi telling Sakura how to look please forgive me - it’s very late and I’m very sick and this was done very fast. What I wanted was a fic about her hair because as a woman with very short hair I hear from men a lot that “I still think women look better with long hair” and it’s like “haha okay yeah but idgaf what you think” and tbh I don’t think Sasuke has ever said anything like this and I think Sakura’s hair is still short in Boruto but I could see that being a plausible thing. I just wanted Kakashi to remind her that if she doesn’t like her hair long (like me - and after enough years of it being short believe me it’s annoying once it gets that long) then she shouldn’t have to have her hair long.

tl;dr - I feel like Sakura probably feels the most confident and powerful with her hair short because that’s how it was when she started to come into her own as a kunoichi

#kakasaku #my writing #gaaaaaaaaaasp #kakashi hatake #sakura haruno #naruto #i did a thing because i keep seeing her with long hair in fanart #and idk #but #i feel like sakura would keep it short #because she feels powerful #i have short hair #and i've been more myself with this hair #because of my past with short hair #than i ever was with long hair #idk i have a lot of hair feels?

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