A/N: I am boiling in anger at Sasuke's apparent lack of fatherly love, so I made this.
"Cold, hard truths…facts…None of that matters. As long as deep down inside, you want to help her…that's what makes it the real thing!" She was shocked to hear such declaration from the Seventh. Boruto might be an annoying braggart of a brat but he has a father that loves him unconditionally, the kind that makes some effort to see his child. And somehow, Sarada envied him. If only the Seventh had been her father. "Whaddya' say we go hurry and save your mom!"
Sarada nodded. Seventh was right. She recomposed herself. "Can you please leave me for a while?" She asked. She has to settle first her emotions.
"Okay." The Hokage smiled and exited through the doors.
'Through it all, Mama had been with me. When I was sick, she cancelled every meeting or mission. Or when it was my first time in the dentist or when I first joined the Academy and when I graduated. Okaeri, Sarada. It was her that welcomed me home. It was always her. And not that woman in the picture. Not that Sasuke. Only Mama and no one else. Giving birth to someone doesn't automatically give you the right to call yourself a parent.'
A tear rolled down her cheeks and she sniffled. How could she hate the one person who loved her the most?
'Even if I'm not her real daughter, she took care of me. But that doesn't mean that I will forgive my father for leaving us. I don't have a father. There was only me and Mama in the whole world.' She wiped her cheeks with the back of her hand. She has so many questions that she wanted answers to. And that can only be found with her father. No, if it meant that she'll talk with that ball-less coward, then she'd rather not find anything at all.
She pushed the doors open. Her Mama is more important right now. Her questions can rot for all she care. She strode towards the exit, fully intent on finding her mother, passing by everyone. Even if she went alone, that's fine. Maybe it's even better if that eunuch won't join. She won't be troubled by trifle feelings.
"Sarada." Sasuke put a hand on her shoulder and gave it a mild squeeze.
"Get your hands off of me." Sarada spoke in a silent, grave voice without turning her head. It still remained. If anything else, it tightened. She ignored the collective gasps that came from everyone in what supposed to be her little-girl-tantrum.
"Don't start. We have to find my wi..." He started, a hint of annoyance and threat in his cold voice.
"Wife?" A bitter a laugh escaped her lips as she kept her back towards them. The fact that this man still claimed to be a husband somehow amuses her. 'How thick can you be, Uchiha?'
"Sarada, listen to your father". The Seventh cried. Sarada resisted the urge to hiss. After all, the Hokage has been more of a father to her than the stranger beside her. What Hokage-sama said was true in the fact that hating her own mother was pointless but the Uchiha was a different story.
"Sasuke is not my father. I denounce the blood of that Karin-woman and the name of the Uchiha. She turned back towards him and burned her eyes towards the man in the black coat. "I am a Haruno. Sarada Haruno."