Musa
The characters are Kishimoto's.
From the top of the building next to the Hospital, he watched her leave tired and quiet.
He was not on duty that day and had plenty of time to walk around and draw any beautiful image that showed up before him. Not that the Hospital was one of the modern and newly constructed buildings of Konoha ... It was no architectural miracle ... And neither was near any green area ... He didn't know exactly what he was doing there, but for some reason, his feet brought him to this place. To her. They always led to her, in the end of the day…
Inojin watched as the 18 years old girl, the hair as black as the darkest midnight sky, wearing red glasses, walked quietly, still in her medical uniform. It was late afternoon and the setting golden sun's rays painted the floor in front of her... Behind the feet of the young Uchiha, a weak and elongated shadow distorted the perfect silhouette of the young girl, cutting through the orange rays illuminating her white complexion and ... Possibly, her sking would be so soft to the touch.
The young Yamanaka didn't know a more perfect shape than that of the young doctor. Ample hips, shapely legs, tiny waist, angelic face, full lips, deep black eyes. She had been his favorite model, since they reached puberty. Not that she knew it, though. There was a folder full of sketches dedicated to her. Some were only scenes that he captured of her daily life. Other pictures he had drawn after waking up from far from innocent dreams. He felt compelled to draw her to not forget how she had made him call for her in his dreams.
He took his pencil and began to draw another one of his portraits of Princess Uchiha. Her ebony hair, now grown on her waist line, fluttered in the evening breeze, while her left hand was reluctant to move away a few strands that crept forward her glasses.
When he looked at scene, while he tried to capture a bit of the beauty of the moment in his draw paper, he noticed a man approaching her. He rolled his eyes. Another of her dumbass admirer... Sarada had a small army of fans, although she was not exactly the kind of woman who gave much importance to these things.
She was the Uchiha heir, the bearer of a powerful doujutsu and her family techniques. She had become famous for being the first medical-nin able to perform complex procedures, having seen them only once. Her chakra control was as promising and perfect as her mother's. Her brute force, equally impressive. Sakura Uchiha was even considered one of Konoha's royalty, being the daughter of two of the Sannin's heirs.
The red-haired man had a broad smile, when he came to find her. He was a chuunin, if he well remembered. One of those cocky people, full of bravado and that promises to be great, but that would never obtain any of that.
He brought in his hand a large bunch of red roses. Inojin snorted.
"Fool! Can't be creative! I bet you bought them without even knowing what they mean!"
The blond man, son of a Yamanaka, obviously had been raised around the beauty of flowers. He knew each one of them and understood each message they wanted to express to one person that received them. In addition to his drawing and his paintings, he devoted himself to cultivate the beauty of a living garden. It was one of his favorite hobbies... He understood the nuances and meanings behind the care of another living being. It was a way of humanizing his shinobi side, which more than once, needed to take lives for the sake of his village.
He watched from a distance as the young man offered flowers to his muse. He saw her whisper something. Probably a simple thank you. Then it would come to the part where she would say she was sorry and that she was not interested in romantic encounters.
"She will date him, you know." ChouChou appeared out of nowhere and sat right beside him. She had this ability to find people and meddling in their private lives, for whatever reason. She must have been bored to death and looked for him for some time now.
"I doubt it very much." The Yamanaka said incredulously, putting the pencil and notebook in this bag. Something told him that Akimichi would not leave him alone. It would better draw when he gets home. "She never dates with any of them."
"She will date him." The redhead reaffirmed surely, opening one of her favorite snacks. "She wants to try something new, meet new people... You know, she is 18 years old and want to experience a bit of romance. She's tired of waiting for a certain someone."
The blonde looked haunted as the young Uchiha reach out to achieve roses and nodded her head affirmatively. He also watched as the idiot offered his arm to her... What was his name again? Hokkaido... Hokami... Doesn't matter! She was reaching for him to accept it and wrapped it with her own arm, without any hesitation.
"But..." Inojin was stupefied by the Sarada's action. "What the hell is four eyes doing?"
Chouchou laughed. This was one of those rare moments when Inojin felt her mother's outbursts, but was as dull as his father about what had made him feel that way.
"You lost, pretty boy." Chouchou shrugged. "I said a million times that admire her from afar was not going to take you anywhere. I thought you were lucky that Boruto had not entered the contest for her heart… yet!
"What do you mean?" Inojin asked, suddenly worried. "Boruto likes her?"
"You know... People talk!" Chouchou said taking one or two chips and inspecting them carefully before putting them in her mouth. - The Hokage and Sasuke always had a rivalry. Sarada and Boruto are their children and teammates. They spend so much time together. People think it would be cute if the two of them would end up falling in love, especially being the children of who they are... But, well... Anyway, I heard that Sarada had arranged to go out drinking with team Konohamaru... Who knows where this would lead to, right? Young people drinking, talking, dancing…
"That's not the point..." The blonde interrupted, somewhat frustrated, running his long fingers through his hair, obviously nervous. "Boruto likes her?"
Chouchou shrugged.
"That's not the point." The Akimichi said softly. The question here is: what will you do, Inojin?
Inojin did not wait a second longer and tailed Sarada. The chuunin was not a problem. He would find a way make him get lost at the first time he went to the bathroom. The point is that competition seemed to be getting worse these days.
None of them was a threat. And to be honest, he had been content to admire her from afar. Until now... The idea of another man touching her rosy face, or someone taking her soft lips... Or holding her waist ... Something sparked inside him and it was bubbling. She had spent so much time getting rid of the guys that he never thought she would actually date one of them on day. He could not see her with another guy.
If Boruto came on the scene ... He couldn't even think... He had to do something. And now!
A/N: First story in English. Please, be kind. :) I accept and worship constructive criticism. :)
I saw an image of Inojin and Sarada together. At first, I was a bit hesitant… But then, I thought they would be great together. :)
I was thinking about writing some little chapters at my own pace. Hope you like it. :)