Hey guys! Long time without writing makes you expand your horizons :) So here's a new fanfic but a different fandom and pairing. I hope you enjoy this new story I'm working on, so without further ado, here it is! A BoruSara 'That Girl' fanfic. Enjoy friends! :) :) :)


Boruto huffed as he released a heavy breath, drops of sweat sliding down his chiseled jaw and onto his black wife beater tank top*.

Today's training with sensei was by far the toughest he had ever endured. He cussed silently as he thought about how he had laughed when sensei explained what his task was for today.

'So let me get this straight. I just need to snatch that stupid bell from you and I can eat all the Yakiniku I want?' he smirked 'Oh man, the boys and I are gonna feast tonight!'

Heh, guess he underestimated his sensei's abilities again. But never mind that now.

He grinned as he tightened the headband around his head. This was a challenge, and all be damned if Boruto Uzumaki didn't like a challenge.

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Four hours later and it was over. Boruto landed on the ground with a dull thud. Sweat was pouring out of him like crazy, his tank top was in fact bathing in it. He struggled to lift his hand, somehow managing to bring it above his head. He smirked victoriously as he looked at the bell hanging from his fingers, chiming in the breeze.

'Seems like you succeeded.' He heard his sensei say as he watched the black-haired man sit on the ground across him, drips of sweat equally rolling down his face as it did on Boruto's.

'I'm impressed. You have really improved in these 3 years that I've been away.'

'Pff, you ain't seen nothing yet' he said, pointing at his headband 'I've been practicing with the sword you gave me too.'

'Is that so? …Well I sure would like to see that. Might as well teach you a new thing or two.' He gave him a small smirk.

Boruto smiled, and for a fact, it was the first real smile he had in days. He just loved when his sensei came back to Konoha from his journey. It always meant he was gonna learn new techniques and get stronger, and getting stronger was necessary for when he's going to face his father.

He managed to lift himself up, forgetting all about his bruises and sore muscles and instead walking towards his bag. 'Want me to show you? I have the sword right here in the b-…'

'Dad'

At the word, Boruto's whole body froze and he remained stuck in the place, his back towards the two.

This voice, it was familiar to him…very familiar. In fact he was 200 percent sure this voice belonged to non other than-…

'What is it, Sarada?' Sasuke said, turning towards his daughter.

'Mom's home.' He heard her say.

Boruto let out a shallow breath he didn't even know he was holding in, the hair on his neck lifted and he felt goosebumps washing all over his body. But he soon shook his head, getting out of the daze before he got noticed, and proceeded to reach for his bag.

'Is that so?' he heard Sasuke.

'Yes, she said dinner's ready and that you should come before it gets cold.' she spoke slowly and evenly, not even a little waver was heard in her voice.

And suddenly that little fume in Boruto lit up as he reached for his sword, sloppily getting in out of the bag.

'Um, excuse you.' He said, turning towards the two as he got up from his crouch. 'Can't you see Sasuke sensei and I are in the middle of training?' He said, a cocky smirk was playing on his lips, the usual method he used to hide his anger.

The raven haired kunoichi looked at him, her face was blank of emotion but he swore he could see a tiny lift of her brow before she completely ignored him, turning towards her father again.

'So are you coming?' she asked, her voice still as smooth and as composed as ever.

Gosh, Boruto hated that. In fact he hated the whole appearance that was Sarada Uchiha.

He hated the way she talked, so full of formality and not a hint of grammar mistakes, but as always she managed to make her voice seem so smooth and womanly...it was really irritating. He hated the way she walked, so business woman like, her posture straight, hair flowing elegantly as she swung her hips from side to side. He remembered for a second the way Mitsuki was looking at her while she walked, like they weren't partners but lovers instead. He gritted his teeth.

But above all, he hated her smile. She barely showed it to anyone, but he caught a glimpse of it while she was talking with her friends. It had bothered him ever since. Cause she had never smiled at him that way, and he never understood why.

'Yeah, I'm coming' Sasuke said, snapping Boruto out of his daze as he looked at his sensei, betrayal swimming in his blue orbs.

'B-but sensei-..'

'It's getting late. We'll finish tomorrow. For now, go home and rest.' Sasuke said, getting up and dusting his cloak.

Boruto's mouth hanged open, only remembering to shut it close as he looked at the girl. She spared him a glance, her face shining victoriously under that stern stance of hers. Boruto frowned, his eyes piercing trough hers. He stole a glance of her glasses tucked comfortably in the neckline of her dress.

Hn, can she even see him? He thought, a smirk occupying his handsome face yet again. She frowned, questioning his sudden change of demeanor and in return he lifted a brow, an impish smirk still on, showing a row of straight white teeth.

She snapped her gaze away, nodding at her father as they went on ahead, completely ignoring him again.

Boruto stared ahead, soaking in the view that was a perfect daughter and a perfect father, until the two got out of sight.

He inhaled a breath of fresh air, getting his red bag from the ground and putting back the sword, before he maneuvered his way home.

Still no smile, huh?

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'Tadaima.' He said, as he entered the house.

'Welcome home, dear.' His mother said, greeting him with one of her many warm smiles. 'How was the training with Sasuke?' she asked, a plate resting between her hand and the cloth.

'It was fine' he said, his head bent as he struggled to get his shoe off.

'Well dinner's ready. Roasted chicken and potatoes' Hinata smiled.

'No thanks.' He said, grinning as he accomplished to take of the pesky shoe. 'I'm going out with the boys tonight.'

'Oh' His mom said, but he didn't miss the way disappointment laced trough her voice.

She must be alone.- he thought

'Hey mom, where's Hima?' he asked, partly interested if he was right and partly trying to change the subject.

'She's over at Aiko's.' Hinata said.

'Oh…And he…at the office?' Boruto asked, his head bent…a low growl threatening to escape.

'Un, he's having dinner with the four Kages.' She tried to sound light, but Boruto knew it was only a mask meant for him and Hima.

Seriously, when did she ever think he didn't see trough her? For the 17 years now he had been able to see right trough his mom's happy façade.

That bastard.-He thought, putting a face of his own before he let the anger consume him.

'Oh, okay. Well I'm going up to get ready.' He said, placing a small peck on his mother's cheek as he extended his walk up stairs and to his room.

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'Stupid, stupid bastard' he growled, contemplating whether or not to just slam the door shut, but deciding his mother didn't need a heart stroke too.

As he got his top off, getting ready for a shower he thought about her.

Man, she thinks she's all that and a bag of perfectly arranged dangos. Why does she have to have him for a father? Why does she get to be so lucky? Sasuke wasn't always there, but at least he had a good reason. He had to be on the move, cause if he stayed too long, he'd bring danger to his family.

Hmm, imagine that.- Boruto thought as he laid on his bed, arms spread wide. Being so strong that someone wants to hunt you down and destroy you.

That's so cool!

He concluded eyes shining from awe. And he was his sensei too. Now that's an accomplishment!

But why does she have to have him for herself?

He's finally back and training him so she just had to butt in. Like she doesn't smother sensei all day long, she needs to interrupt their training sessions too. She acts like she's a perfect daughter and a perfect girl and thus gets everyone's attention. A proud Uchiha with the damn Sharingan. Damn her! It's all an act, no one could be that perfect.

So, if I know the truth, it's my duty to show everyone just how fake she is, right?

He knew his reasoning was bad, but he was just so swarmed by the emotions that he couldn't just let her be. And that night while he got ready, he decided on a plan…a risky one, but a plan over all.

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She's not perfect, no one is. And just like she's the one who carries that composed façade, I'm the one who's going to break it into pieces.


* Wife beaters are a kind of tank tops. Oh, the irony!

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