Boruto/Sarada: Fighting to Win

Part one of a two part story (?) with my favorite precious BoruSara couple. Side dishes of Chouchou/Mitsuki and Himawari/Inojin included, of course...
Hope you enjoy~

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.

Thank you kind reviewer who fixed my mistake on the InoShikaCho trio! And of course, thank you for the other kind reviews! :D


Her eyes kept following him as he ran around with his friends. He was the same age as them, but he had surpassed them by far in terms of skill. She couldn't help but smile to herself at that thought.
"Lookin' at Boruto again, huh?" Chouchou grinned.
Sarada blushed profusely. "I-it's not like that...!"
"Yeah, whatever," The young Akimichi chuckled. "I can't blame ya...he's not bad looking or anything..."
Sarada struggled to find words that would refute that claim.
She did in fact find Boruto pleasing to look. He had obviously inherited his father's sunny blonde hair, and lively cobalt eyes. But he had his energy and zeal for life, as well. But the way his cheeks would turn red, and the way his hair waved, was similar to his mother. He had inherited a gentle heart from both his parents, though. She could see how their love had managed to create someone like Boruto.
Chouchou sneered at her struggling friend. "He has his father's looks, all right...but I can see his mother in him, too."
Sarada nodded, silently agreeing.
"But personally, I think Mitsuki's kinda cute. Even if his dad is that weird snake guy..."
Sarada smiled sheepishly at her friend's comment. Mitsuki was her teammate; she found it impossible to think of him in a romantic way. Although Boruto did seem to be an exception, even though he was under the same circumstances.
"It's too bad I'm in this silly InoShikaCho thing, though...I'm basically friendzoned for life...and it sucks, because Shikadai and Inojin are really cute!"
Sarada watched Shikadai and Inojin spar with Boruto. She didn't know very much about them, other than the fact that their mothers often spent afternoons sipping tea together or shopping. She did acknowledge the fact that Shikadai and Inojin had inherited their parent's looks, however: Shikadai had his mother's beautiful emerald almond eyes, and Inojin had his mother's healthy blonde hair and shimmering blue eyes. Sarada did in fact find the two women beautiful. "Yeah, I guess they aren't half bad either."
Chouchou leaned in closer to Sarada, and cupped her hand around her ear. "I hear Boruto's little sister has a crush on Inojin~" She whispered. "I heard Boruto yell at him the other day...it's so cute to see him be an overprotective brother..." Chouchou giggled, her cheeks slightly pink.
Sarada felt her cheeks turn hot as well. 'Yeah, that is pretty cute,' She thought.
Chouchou leaned back in the bench the two sat at. "Man, I just want something interest to happen already, you know~?"
The young Uchiha raised an eyebrow.
"I mean, when our parents were our age, Suna tried to invade this village, and then we launched into that World War...I mean, I'm not wishing for anything that drastic to happen again, of course...but some spice would be nice, you know...?" Chouchou paused for a moment, "Mmm...some spicy curry sounds good right about now..." her later comment causing Sarada to laugh. "Hey, let's go get lunch," Chouchou suggested.

Sarada glanced at Boruto one last time. The image of him sitting proudly on top of a pile of his defeated friends caused her smile. "Sure," Sarada agreed, still smiling.

-x-x-x-

"Mom, how did you win Papa over?" Sarada questioned her mother at the dinner table.
Her mother, taken aback by the sudden question, turned a bright flush of scarlet, which was identical in color to the dress she wore. "I-I, uh...why do you ask, honey?"
Her emerald eyes watched her daughter, her cheeks turning a sheer shade of pink, fidget.
"I'm just wondering," Sarada said, twisting her fork into her pasta.
"Oh, is it about Boruto again?" Sakura asked, winking at her daughter.
Sarada only turned her head the other way, revealing the dark, ebony back of her head to her mother.
Sakura chuckled, knowing this familiar sight too well. "You're just like your father,"
Memories vividly flashed into Sakura's mind.
Sarada turned her head to face her mother again. She softly smiled, realizing her daughter had inherited her father's cool detached nature.
"Hm...now let's see...where shall I begin...?"
The pink haired kunochi began telling her story. She began with how Sakura fell for Sasuke right away. She then continued on about how he would say "You're so annoying" to her. Sarada would frown for a few seconds upon such negative feedback, however, her lips would curve upwards into a smile again when her mother mentioned something positive, such as how Sasuke saved Sakura and Hatake Kakashi, the sixth Hokage, from Kaguya's wrath. Sarada patiently listened. She absorbed everything her mother said about her love story with her father.

"...So, in the end, you need to fight for his love! Don't you dare cry when you lose, if you never even fought to win!"
Her mother grinned at her young daughter.
Her daughter grinned in response.

That night, after getting dressed into her nightwear, the young Uchiha couldn't stop hearing her mother's words echo inside of her mind.
"...So, in the end, you need to fight for his love! Don't you dare cry when you lose, if you never even fought to win!"
She made a promise to herself, as the moon's light shone into her window; the light illuminating the fiery hope she had inside of her.

-x-x-x-

She threw kunai at the target practices.
'100% accuracy...'
She continued to throw kunai. She attempted changing variables, such as closing her eyes or changing the height of the kunai being thrown.
Few managed to hit the center of their target. Frowning, she continued to practice.
'Need to try...harder...'
"Are you seriously training on a day like this?"
'...That voice...!'
Her onyx eyes met his beryl eyes.
"Sarada, you need to relax. No one else is going to take the Hokage title from you," He smiled.
She stiffened her posture, and readjusted her glasses. "Easy for the son of the Seventh Hokage to say."
He looked so relaxed; his hands were in his pockets, and his posture was lazy. His hair was a mess, furthering his relaxed demeanor. "Yeah, whatever," Rolling his eyes, he added, "daughter of Sasuke Uchiha."
She rolled her eyes back at him in response. "I should be saying that to you,"
His feet took large steps, walking closer to her. Taking some kunai from her hands, he covered his eyes with one hand and threw kunai with the other hand. He managed to hit every mark.
The young Uchiha's charcoal eyes widened. "W-what? How did you-"
Boruto grinned largely at her. Veins suddenly protruded around his eyes.
They were no longer a beryl shade, but a soft lavender shade.
Sarada's own eyes widened in shock. "The Byakugan-"
"C'mon, Sarada. You were gifted with your own Dojutsu. Make use of it,"
"When did you awaken it?"
"Awhile ago. This makes using the Gentle Fist easier," He winked at her.
His cheeks slowly began becoming redder and redder.
"Sarada, don't train without me from now on...! I need to become just as strong as you, so that I can protect you when you become Hokage!"

She felt as if the world around her had stopped; blurred and erased into nonexistence. Her heart began beating faster and faster, becoming her own clock hands that were signalling her future rapidly approaching. They were hidden underneath layers and layers of trees and their shade, but somehow the sunlight came in and shone on the boy before her.

"Yeah!"