This is a birthday fic for one of the loveliest people I have ever met. May you continue to be filled with sunshine. Happy birthday, Bingbin! :)
I don't own Naruto.
Spring time has blossomed, and blew soft kisses. Pink petals fluttered in wind, raining down on the two figures sitting beneath a curtain of pink.
"Aunt Sakura." Boruto looked down and twiddled with his thumbs. "Am I doing the right thing? I don't want…" He swallowed the lump forming in his throat. "I don't want her to hate me."
"Why are you doing this in the first place, Boruto?" Sakura was gentle, but firm. She wanted to know his true intentions for leaving the village. Her voice took on a sad tone. "You know, Sasuke-kun did something similar when he was younger."
He landed his blue eyes on her green ones. He looked surprised that she would even mention that. He looked away. "Hurting Sarada is something I never want to do," he whispered. "But I need to do this." His voice was filled with his resolve. "Not just for dad, but for Sarada, too."
Sakura chuckled and tapped his forehead with her knuckle lightly. "Why did you even come to me, when you already knew the answer?"
He scratched the back of his head and laughed nervously. Sakura felt her heart swell with fond but sad memories. Boruto looked just like Naruto whenever he did that.
He removed his necklace and handed it to her. "She won't accept this from me now; she's far too upset." He laughed. "But I want her to have this." He placed it in her palm.
It felt warm in her hand. Sakura took a good look at the bolt pendant hanging on a simple chain. It was the one that he wore every day.
"Could you please give it to her for me? She'll know why I'm leaving it with her."
A/N: Bingbin is such an amazing and awesome person. She not only has the patience to beta read for me, but also never fails to send me rays of sunshine that get me through the day. AND! She's a talented writer. Please check her stories out, and greet her a happy birthday! Hihi. :)