Under this blue sky
A story by The Alternate Writer
Disclaimer:
I do not own Naruto and all relative official works and products. All rights reserved.
She was in front of her bedroom mirror, staring intensely at the reflection of her image. Her eyes analyzed every single detail of her slender body, from her shoulder-long pitch dark hair to the rest of her body. Today she was wearing a modified black gakuran jacket without the sleeves. Although it is usually a male piece of clothing, She found it comfortable and fitting for her "personality".
She adjusted her frames on her eyes then stared again at her reflected face in the mirror…
"Sharingan!"
"..."
She stayed there, alone in her room, for a whole minute, before accepting that nothing happened. Yet. Again.
She couldn't yet awaken her bloodline trademark dojutsu and it frustrated her enough to clench her right fist, while looking at her reflection...
"I will succeed. I can do it."
Then she lifted her clenched right fist to her face and closed her eyes while baring her teeth with rage...
"Because..."
She suddendly opened her eyes and pointed her right fist to the mirror…
"I am Uchiha Sarada."
"..."
"Sarada-chan, come down! Breakfast is ready!"
A voice from downstairs rang through the house. Sarada stood frozen in her place for a few second then yelled her answer…
"Yes mom, coming right now."
Sarada made her way downstairs. She was near the end of them when she noticed a picture in a wall-frame, hanged by the stairs.
It was a picture of her father.
She stopped right in her tracks and stared at the image of her dad. He was there, not even looking at the camera, looking somewhere else with a slightly annoyed face, with his arms crossed. In the background, she could see the typical trees of the woods surrounding Konoha.
She touched the photo with her left hand and her black onyx eyes locked with her dad's in the picture.
"I wish you were here… with me… with us..."
She looked down at her feet, while a strand of her hair shadowed her eyes…
"I… miss you so much… dad."
Haruno Sakura was watching her from the door frame of the kitchen, with a lightly sad expression on her face. She knew what her daughter was feeling. It was not different from what she herself felt all those years ago, when she was a very young kunoichi.
"Sasuke-kun. Please, come back soon."