I wonder who could this red haired woman wearing glasses . And why is she standing next to dad ?...
She took a look in the mirror across the bed and asked herself if she really did know who she was. Yet something inside her reassured the young Uchiha of her own identity. But this did not stop her from asking her mother more about it.
"Are you really my mother ?"
Sakura blinked quickly as in shock, but tried to remain calm. She did not see something like this coming.
"Excuse me ? What do you mean, Sarada ? Of course I am your mother !..."
"But we do not really resemble that much…and you didn't even get to see dad for a couple of years. Maybe…"
"Sarada, this is enough !"
For those of you who read Naruto Giaden, I will directly jump at the part where Sasuke returns, also considering Sakura being hospitalized.
Tsk, what am I going to do now…our house is wrecked and I really have no place I can go to… I wonder how dad feels traveling all by his own like this. It must be hard.
As she wandered away from Konoha, she was getting closer to the nearby woods. It was her favourite training place, but she didn't feel at all like training today. The only thing she wanted was to reflect on things all by her own. She reached to a clearing and decided to lay down and rest for a while.
No sooner had she touched the ground than a black figure entered her visual field.
She was in utter awe. The man standing now in front of her was no other than the one he was scrutinizing in the family portrait a few hours ago.
Without realizing, she opened her mouth and let a firm "dad…!" escape.
However, Sasuke did not reply. For a couple of seconds, even minutes, he just stood there, analyzing the not so little girl.
She was beautiful. Nothing of what he had expected to meet when he would return back home to the woman he loved.
"She has grown. A lot…" he said to himself, gently walking towards his own flesh and blood.
He wanted to say something, but talking was never his strong point. Not in this context, at least. When he was close enough to his daughter, he kneeled, so that their eyes could meet, just like a clash of two oceans of darkness.
Right after, Sarada realized that his father did not wear glasses. But what was she wearing at the moment was a warm, fatherly embrace she so longed for.