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Boruto: Hey, did you hear the rumor that you have a crush on Sarada?

Shikadai: A rumor? You mean people are DOUMBTING it???

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Shikadai pequeño, no lo pedían, pero sé que lo necesitaban, hace mucho que no traía un dibujo ShikaSara :,D

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SHIKASARA (SHORT FIC)

I definitely want to see this ship sailing next to Mitsusara. 😂

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Lazy as he is, Shikadai can never disobey his mother’s orders. Even if it’s troublesome, he’s the one who’s gonna get in trouble if he doesn’t follow. Kicking small pebbles that he passes along the way, he accidentally hit someone.

“Ow!”

Shikadai was in big trouble. He never thought he would hit Sarada. Of all people that can be hit by a pebble, why her? He’s done for he knows it. Once she punches him or used Sharingan on him, it will be such, such, such troublesome.

“Aah! Sarada! I’m so sorry! I did not know it was you!” He cried as he helped Sarada get up.

‘Please spare me!’ He thought.

“It’s okay. It’s just a scratch though.” Sarada replied as she saw that her knee was bleeding.

“No it’s not! I could get killed by your father! Come'on. Let’s go to my house.” Shikadai was definitely terrified. If Sasuke knew about this, it will be his head on their table.

“But I’m okay!” Sarada insisted.

“Just please come with me. You and I don’t want to get stuck in any troublesome situation, right? So, please.” Shikadai pleaded. The mere fact that he’s taking Sarada in their house was troublesome.

“Fine.” She finally agreed.

Shikadai led the way to their house and called his mom on the top of his lungs.

“Mom! I need some first aid kit!”

“Why?! What’s wrong?! Did you get hurt?!” Temari rushes into the living room and found out that Sarada was with her child. She had mixed emotions regarding the situation. Is this it? Will Shikadai finally introduce his girlfriend?

“No. But Sarada is. We better treat the wound before her father finds out.”

“Isn’t her mom a medical ninja? Or does she know medical jutsu?”

“Mom, if her mother finds out, she’ll tell Sarada'a father. I could get killed! And nope. She doesn’t know medical jutsu.”

Sarada, watching them is a little embarrassed. Since her mom is a great medical ninja and she can’t do medical jutsu, it’s a little bit sad and embarrassing.

“Aah. I see. Well, at least she got her father’s skills. It’s alright, Sarada-chan. Your father’s a great shinobi.” Temari comforted her.

“Aah! I forgot! The first aid kit!” Shikadai face palmed at the forgetfulness of her mother. Temari arrived with a small box in her hand, giving it to her son. Shikadai, a little bit confused, gave his mom ‘whydidyougiveittome look’. Temari answered him with a 'it'syourfaultsoyoushouldberesponsible look’. And just like his dad, he made a 'whatadrag look.’

Shikadai poured alcohol on Sarada’s wound and she winced a bit.

“Does it hurt?” Shikadai asked.

“A little. The alcohol stings.”

Shikadai blew her wounded knee so that the pain would ease. He put a cream and sealed it with a band aid.

“There. Uhm, can you just tell your father that it was an accident?” He requested, still frightened of what may happen.

“Please, Shikadai. Don’t overreact. I’m sure he’ll understand it. And besides, it’s just a little wound.”

Shikadai sighed in relief.

“Where were you going anyway?” He asked.

“Oh! I was going to the bookstore and buy a book that will make me cry. I was bored at home.”

“A book? Hmm. Well, I have some books. I just don’t know if it will make you cry.”

“Are you letting me borrow them?” Her eyes sparkled and her smile widened. She looked like she was seeing a glimpse of heaven.

“Well, yeah if you’re going to return it of course.” Shikadai scratched his head and a little bit embarrassed when he saw her beautiful smile.

“Of course, I will!” She exclaimed. No one was interested in books besides Shikadai and her.

“Thank you, Shikadai!” Sarada was completely happy and excited as soon as Shikadai let her borrow his books.

Shikadai, on the other hand, is in some trouble. A trouble that makes him smile and his heart race. Oh yeah, a one of a kind troublesome event.

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Hello! I hope you are doing great :) I would like to request Sarada x Shikadai fanfic with "Hoodie/Jacket" topic. Have a nice day!

Interesting pairing! Here you are, Anon!

Winter’s Embrace

Sarada’s ragged, panting breath fogged before her face as she tilted her head upwards to look up at the heavens. The quintessential winter sky was painted above her head, smudges of every shade of gray blurred together in one puffy cloudy mass. Every so often the clouds would shift just so to allow a beam of sunlight to pass through and shoot down to earth like a glowing comet trail; it would pierce the pillow of snow like a spear, illuminating the powdery stuff in a small circle of golden brilliance. The wind was still, only murmuring every so often to excitedly rattle the naked branches of the trees encircling her. Really, it was a perfect winter day.

A perfect winter day for training, that is.

“All right! Once more!” Sarada cried as she stood up and aligned the kunai knives in the gaps of her fingers. Eight knives, eight targets, all hidden behind trunks and rocks and branches and thus invisible to her naked eye… But she didn’t rely on her naked eye. With a burst of chakra to her eyes, she activated her Sharingan, and the red and black arrangement of her visual jutsu replaced her dark black pupils. With a grunt, she vaulted herself into a backwards somersault, carrying herself further than a normal human by rocketing herself from the ground with another burst of chakra. Using her visual prowess, she released the kunai one by one, then rapidly plucked some shuriken from her pouch to toss them into the flying projectiles and alter their trajectory at the key moments. One by one, she heard the kunai thunk into the hidden targets. She landed lightly in the snow with a confident smirk. “All right! I’ve still got it!” she crowed while pumping her fist in the air. Though she had mastered her shuriken jutsu quite some time ago, she made sure to practice it every day, because it was a very important skill for an Uchiha to have.

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Mother

Grief can do a lot to someone. Desperation can too. Kaguya was afraid, desperate, and terribly sad. When had everything gone so wrong? Her innocent need for peace and happiness for all had turned into a power struggle. Her desire to protect her precious people had become greed and anger. She had attempted to protect her family–from her own family even! She had rebelled against her own clan in order to create a home for herself here. However, Kaguya had soon found that in order to protect this planet, she would have to sacrifice some to maintain her power. However, as she gazed at her two infant sons, she told herself it would be worth it.

She should have known…she should have realized that her sons (half human, not quite Gods) would have reacted this way to her attempts to protect them. Where had her young and innocent babies gone? They were replaced with angry, rebellious teenagers (had she been so different when she had come to this planet?). There was no use musing on that now though, they had somehow surpassed her and now she was going to be sealed away and would no longer be able to protect them: from themselves, from those humans so prone to war… No. She had to protect them. Using the last bit of chakra she had available to her, she created another child, out of nothing. He was a bit structurally unstable and would have to cling to living materials to survive, but he would help watch over her children and ensure their safety…

His existence was pain. He had been created by his mother, but only had hints and tastes of her love. He was incomplete and knew not the full embrace of a parent. Early on he did do what Mother had asked: protect his siblings and their own. However, the hunger and craving for a Mother’s love grew in him: he missed what he never had. Of course, Mother had created him with intelligence and he knew that there were ways to bring her back.

He watched for a while, as her fully formed sons grew and then her grandsons took over and he realized that Mother had been right: War was always inevitable. These children, in every generation, would fight and bring conflict and hatred.

Yes, conflict was inevitable and he had a vague sense that Mother could end it all. So he began the process of scheming and manipulating from the shadows to bring her back. He did miss her so much and simply wanted to be officially a part of a family–to belong, to be embraced.

He watched with envy as generations upon generations of Senju, Uchiha, and countless other clans grew up with mothers who loved them; hugged them; cared for them. He had inherited his Mother’s deep love, but also her deep rage at inequality. Over the centuries this sense of injustice expanded to include himself: He deserved to be loved; those two brat brothers of his only threw their mother away… they didn’t understand–no they didn’t deserve her love. His plotting continued.

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fight - s&s.

pairing: shikadai nara x sarada uchiha

request:

word count: 3,103

when it happens: they’re 23 here

warnings: none

a/n: that was incredibly hard to write, i don’t know why. i didn’t revise it either, so just ignore if there is any mistakes. hope you enjoy :)

MASTERLIST

“That is not necessary, Shikadai,” Sarada told her boyfriend, who was now standing next to Yodo from Sunakagure.

“Sarada, we have to work as pairs if this is going to work,” Shikadai rolled his eyes at his girlfriend. He was the most frustrated he has ever felt, not being able to understand why she had been behaving like he was her enemy lately. Sarada would question every word, every plan, always ending up in a huge fight were she would go back to their apartment earlier, so when he arrived there, she would be sleeping.

Girlfriends are just that troublesome.

“We can work with people from our own village, we know better each other abilities,” Sarada pointed out. It has been years since Shikadai and her started dating, but they have never passed through a rough phase like that one. It seems they couldn’t agree at anything anymore. Plus, everyone were aware about Yodo’s feelings for Shikadai except for himself, and this had been bothering Sarada way more she could put into words. How someone that smart cannot notice when someone is using him just to get closer? She thought as she swallowed hard.

The thought of losing him to her was terrifying.

“If I combine my abilities with Yodo, our attack will be super effective and incredibly quieter. It will surprise the enemies, for sure,” Shikadai tried to reasonable with her once again.

“Sarada, his plans have been working just fine, stop being such a crybaby,” Yodo retorted, shrugging.

Sarada felt her blood boiling in her veins, she opened her mouth to give the Suna girl a smart comeback when a arm held her, pulling her closer.

“Don’t worry, it will work,” Boruto said, his grip on Sarada’s tightening as she opened her mouth once again. “Good to work with you guys,” he nodded to Shinki and the rest of his group. “I am starving, me and Sarada are going to get some hamburgers, anyone? No? Okay, just us then. We will see you tomorrow.”

Boruto pushed Sarada to follow him as Shikadai narrowed his eyes at his blond friend.  

“Boruto, we didn’t f-” Shikadai started but they were already out of his voice reach. He never fully understood Boruto and Sarada’s whole dynamic friendship, but at that moment, he felt a little relief. Just the thought of having another argument with her in front of everyone was terrible for him.

The sun was already dipping behind the mountains, the orange light reflecting on their expressions. As soon as Shikadai wasn’t close anymore, Boruto let Sarada go. He saw the girl sighing deeply, clearly bothered by something. The fact was Boruto knew her way too well after all these years.

“Let’s eat ramen,” he shrugged, pointing to Ichiraku’s. Sarada just looked at it and nodded, she knew Boruto wasn’t that big of a fan of ramen, but the effort he was doing for her didn’t go unnoticed for her.

“What’s going on?” Boruto finally asked, after they spent some time eating. Sarada was just playing with her food, her stomach sick from what happened earlier.

“I don’t know,” she answered.

“Why are you jealous from Yodo, Sarada?” Boruto asked, not wanting to waste any time pretending he wasn’t aware and that he didn’t know she was lying.

“Wait, what? I am not jealous,” Sarada hissed at her best friend, as he put some food into his mouth. All he could do was stare at her until she cracked up.

“Okay, I am! Yodo clearly likes Shikadai,” she blurted out.

“And?” Boruto stuck more food into his mouth.

“And what, Boruto?” Sarada wasn’t just in the mood for Boruto’s games.

“Who Shikadai likes?” He simply asked, finishing his bowl. The question caught Sarada completely off guard, as she struggle to answer him. “Well, it should be an easy answer, Sarada. You, my friend. He loves you.”

Sarada felt a little embarrassed because she should know it by now. Never for a moment Shikadai had done something to break her trust, he was always understandable, sweet and caring. So why on Earth was she freaking out because some random girl?

“Sarada, the guy has been working like crazy to learn everything possible to help the next Hokage,” Boruto pointed at her face, not subtle at all. “He is doing his best because one day he wants to be by your side, being your advisor. I will be your right hand man, no doubt. But he can be your left hand one. This way you will have two extra pair of hands, and we will always be by your side, you idiot.”

“I hate you,” she said to Boruto, with a smile.

“I know, you both are pretty lucky to have me, I am always saving your asses and this relationship,” Boruto rolled his eyes at her. “On your wedding day, the ceremonialist better say ‘we are here today because of Boruto who continuously helped us to build someth-”

Sarada stood up, eager to go home. “Shut up and I will let you be my best man.”

“Well, about that, I can’t wait to see you and Shikadai fighting over me,” Boruto said teasingly, as Sarada shook her head. She would never in a million years admit he was right about what he said earlier and about her being lucky to have him as her best friend. Happily, both of them were aware of that.

Sarada left Boruto there, walking down the streets of the Village as the night fall on it. The words Boruto told her just haunted her until she got to her apartment, feeling a little emptier than usual. She missed Shikadai more than she could admit to herself. Being together for six years now made harder when they fought, being so used to be around each other. She stripped down as soon as she entered the place and locked the door behind her. Her feet drove her directly to bed, covering herself once she laid in, she really tried to fall asleep, but she was anxious for Shikadai to get home.

He arrived an hour later, guessing she would be already there, sleeping on the sofa, like she had done in the last four nights. It was heartbreaking every time he laid his eyes on her sleeping there, the distance aching in his core.

Except that, this time, she wasn’t on the couch. Shikadai felt his heart heavy as he thought today might have tested her last drop of patient. The worst part was he couldn’t understand why she was acting like that, it was so incredibly frustrating. They always had a good communication with each other, and he lost to figure out where everything started to go wrong between them.

Shikadai felt he had to drag himself to his bedroom, but he stopped as soon as he hit the door.

A slim figure was laying on the bed, her naked back completely exposed. Her black hair, which used to be short, was pouring on his pillow.

The sight did help his heart to feel more at ease. Letting his shirt next to the door, he basically crawled to bed. For a moment, all Shikadai did was stare at her soft skin, not sure about what to do. It seemed both of them didn’t share their bed for ages, and he was afraid to do anything to scare her off, but he couldn’t help himself. The need of touching her was almost too big to bear.

His fingers almost moved by themselves, reaching her back. Shikadai noticed as her back arched a little when he finally touched her, but she didn’t refuse him either. Lazily, he began to draw little clouds on her naked body, adoring the feeling of their skin connecting. Sarada did her best to be still, but she wasn’t able to fight against the sigh that escape from her. It was the confirmation that she was awake that Shikadai needed.

He wrapped her with one arm, pulling her against his naked chest. Sarada didn’t fight or discuss anything Shikadai was doing because she wanted him to. Her eyes shut as Shikadai placed a kiss on her shoulder and held her tighter, his hand cupped one of her breast. It wasn’t a sexual move, all he desired was to be next to her.

“I don’t know what happened, since my cousin and his team got here, things changed,” Shikadai whispered against her skin. “Just help me to understand, Sarada. Talk to me. Do you want to break up? I would do anything to make you happ-”

Sarada turned, so she could look right in his eyes and her heart almost broke when she did. It was filled with a mix of feelings, confusion, fear, frustration, love.

“No, Dai, I don’t want to break up, not today, not ever,” she whispered, her hand stroking Shikadai’s neck.

“So, why are you acting like I am the enemy?” he muttered back, as he watched her head rest on his chest now,  his hand rested below her ear, his thumb caressing her cheek as their breaths mingled.

“How come you cannot notice how much Yodo likes you?” she told him as ran her fingers down his spine, pulling him closer until there was no space left between them and she could feel the beating of his heart against her own tiny body.

“What a drag, Sarada, of course I do,” Shikadai told her, leaving her even more confused than before.

“And you still pick her to be your partner?” Sarada’s mouth ended up this question open. She didn’t want to, but she did felt a little betrayed.

“Yes, because of how our abilities are well combined, just as Boruto and yours,” Shikadai touched the tip of his tongue to his upper lip, trying to analyze the situation from her last words. It took some time, but he finally understood why, even though he couldn’t believe it.

His girlfriend was the girl who told everyone in reach since she was younger that one day, she would become a Hokage. His girlfriend was the only person in the entire village able to control her hot tempered best friend to keep him from doing stupid things. His girlfriend who was one of the last person on that planet that could use one of the most powerful kekkei genkai, her sharingan. His girlfriend who was insanely beautiful, with or without glasses, looking like she belonged to a magazine cover or something like that. His girlfriend who was a daughter of Sasuke Uchiha and Sakura Uchiha, two of the three legendary ninjas from the Fourth Great War.

That girl was jealous.

Shikadai almost laugh, not being able to absorb the new information. Jealousy wasn’t something that was part of their relationship. Of course he already wanted to rip Metal’s eyes from his face once he stared Sarada long enough, or even felt his throat closing when he saw how great Sarada and Boruto were together, but it never actually bothered him for so long, so it didn’t actually matter. He just knew that maybe if others wanted her, she only had eyes for him, and that always made his heart at ease.

So why the hell she didn’t know it either?

She was jealous from Yodo, a girl from Sunakagure. Sure, Yodo was a pretty girl, and maybe, in another life, his mother would even encourage him to pursue a girl like her, but he never actually found her interesting. She was a good shinobi, and that was it, all his feelings for her were merely diplomatic. Totally the opposite of what he felt for the dark haired girl next to him.

Shikadai still couldn’t understand what made her to choose him, of all people who always wanted her. One day, when he was younger, he overheard Mitsuki saying Boruto was his sun. Shikadai felt it was a perfect metaphor for Sarada, as well. She always had people orbiting around her, some were so close it burned them, some were so far, they have never had the chance to feel her warmth. The lucky ones were in the perfect distance to feel her warmness and live with her peacefully. In one way or another, everyone that met her felt attracted to her.

She was the brightest person someone could ever meet.

This making him, the luckiest one.

“But she…” she squeaked, but Shikadai rapidly cut her off.

“In the end of the day, Sarada, all I want is for her to be alive. That’s it. The girl I want to come home with, to sleep, to fight for, to marry, to love, to-”

“What did you say?” Sarada’s eyes widened at what she thought she might had heard. Shaking her head, she convinced herself she misunderstood it.

“To love?” Shikadai asked in response, frowning. “At this point, you still haven’t realized I am crazy about you?” he said, a smile playing on his lips.

“No, Shikadai, before you said love, you said…” Sarada basically could feel the butterflies on her stomach. They were annoyingly agitated.

Realization hit Shikadai hard.

“Shit, that wasn’t supposed to slip,” he facepalmed himself, biting his lower lip to restrain anything from getting out of his mouth again.

“So, it means you don’t want to?” Sarada just hoped it was her imagination that her voice faltered.

“No! I do, but, damn, Boruto just helped to make it into a big gesture, you know?”

“And instead, you just proposed to me in bed?” There was a count of silence and the edge in Shikadai’s eyes seemed to soften a touch.

“Not yet,” Shikadai held her tighter as his teal eyes sliced into her, and the corners of his mouth tilted up. “I don’t want to propose to you after a month sleeping in separated beds,” now he was the one pouting.

“Month? It has been four nights…” Sarada lowered her lashes and smiled wickedly.

“It surely didn’t feel like it,” his heart fumbled a beat and in that pause, a feeling of gloomy darkness seemed to slide like a shadow over him. “Just, promise me we are not sleeping in separate beds anymore. Don’t go to sleep mad at me,” he needed to hear her accepting it so it could finally vanish.

“Deal,” she answered and pressed a sloppy kiss on Shikadai’s jaw. “Now can you propose to me then?”

“Eh? Are you serious?” Sarada’s leg wrapped him and he couldn’t fight the urge of touching her thigh, caressing it slowly. The position they were making very complicated for Shikadai to think straight.

Every time Sarada thought about the skinny boy who used to study with her when she was younger, it was a shock for her. As a boy he didn’t attract the girls, but by fourteen he was filling out, he had muscles from all his training. By twenty it wasn’t just the girl’s after him. He had grown into those features, his bone structure was fine and perfectly symmetrical, and it occasionally would let Sarada breathless.

“Just do it, shannaro!” she blurted out, suddenly blushing from all the thoughts that were hovering in her mind.

“You better marry the hell out of me, you troublesome woman,” the next thing Shikadai knew, he had slammed his lips to hers and nearly knocked all wind from his own lungs. Sarada hardly had a moment to react before he pressed his tongue to the seam of her lips, at her grant of access, delved inside her mouth. Her arms reached up and tangled around his neck, but in an instant, she pulled away, trying to recover some air.

“I get Boruto as my best man, and if you argue with me about that, you won’t be having any of this,” she jabbed her index finder to herself, panting, before she almost drew back into his lips, opting for his neck instead as Shikadai aimed her warm breasts, so responsive to his touch. As soon as his hands is upon them, Sarada’s kisses change, deeper, more sensual.

“Who needs Boruto anyway? Chocho is mine, then,” Shikadai said, regretting it the moment it came out his mouth. Sarada ceased everything she was doing to narrow her eyes at him.

“What? No, that’s not fair,” she pouted, pushing herself away from him, as she laid on the bed, staring at the ceiling. Sarada crossed her arms, her breasts slightly bouncing at the action. There was something so disarming about seeing her naked, a vulnerability moment that she saved only for him. His eyes travel from her face to her collar bone, delicate in the semi-darkness, then to her breasts again. Without the lingerie, they sit lower, more natural, less close together, each so perfect and moulded to her form. Shikadai just swallowed hard.

“You can’t have both of them, Sarada, you already have Mitsuki,” he told her, pulling her closer again. She urged herself to push away, but couldn’t stop herself from laughing from his effort of trying to bring her closer.

“And you have Inojin,” she shouted, between giggles. She failed miserably to keep her distance from him.

“Sarada?” Shikadai tone was now husky, his arms wrapped around her strongly. Sarada’s face was burried on the crook of his neck.

“Yes?” she peered up to see the lust filling his eyes.

“I am really trying here, but you are kind of naked and there’s a slightly chance that I want to kiss every single part of your body,” his hand drifted to her hip, it settle there, pulling her even closer and pressing her body against his. Sarada inhaled sharply, as he began nuzzling her neck with delicate kisses.

“Fine, discussion postponed,” she decreed, “until you ask my dad.”

As soon the words let her mouth, she already started laughing, even before she felt Shikadai gulping next to her. Shikadai opened his mouth to argue but she quickly covered his mouth with hers in a hungry kiss. The kiss obliterted every thought. For the first time in four days, their mind was locked into the present, into reality. The worries and the jealousy of the current days evaporated simply. His usual mode of hurrying from one thing to the next was suspended, he had no wish for the kiss to end. Drunk on endorphins, her only desire was to touch him, to move her hands to the hem of his pants and take it off as soon as possible. Shikadai savoured her lips, the quickening of her breath that matched his own. A kiss like that was just the beginning, a promise of much more to come.

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Shikadai x sarada art, please :)

I actually really like this pairing tbh.

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Sarada: *exists*

Shikadai: Spectacular, amazing, totally brilliant