Admiration
A/n:
so once again, I know I have several other fanfiction to be working on, (Road to Hinata Uzumaki, Road to Temari Nara, etc) but I unfortunately hit a little writer's block with those stories and after a little search through the tags on tumblr, I went ahead and wrote this oneshot hoping to kick myself in the groove. It's a little stressful here, especially with school and crap like that right around the corner again. But I'll try my best to keep things up with my works.
I hope you guys enjoy this piece for those that read it. And I also write oneshots, so don't be surprised if you see me upload some every once in a while. And don't be surprised if it's for a bunch of different ships, I'm a huge multi-shipper especially when Naruto and/or Sakura is involved. They just, they're personalities are so flexible its so easy to do so!
And don't be afraid to insert requests and things like that, as long as it's not things like non-con, character-bashing, etc. I'm generally pretty lax about things when it as long as I actually like ship. There are just some ships, I cannot right for. So if you're interested in a oneshot, just let me know and we can discuss the details via PM.
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+Admiration+
It was no secret among her mother's friends that Himawari greatly admired Sarada Uchiha.
In fact, it wouldn't be that far from the truth to say that the tiny blunette adored the glasses-wearing girl. She was always with her in some kind of way whenever the two of them had the chance. Surprisingly though, Sarada, herself, wasn't that annoyed by it. She was just a little confused, or rather curious.
The two of them had met officially a long way back, after her father had left for the mission he volunteered to go on. It was through their parents, though that was no surprise since their respective mother and father were teammates. It was pretty much a mini Team 7 get-together. Sarada had chose to sit back, much like Inojin, by her mother instead of running around playing like the Uzumaki siblings. Then not too long afterwards Sarada found herself being pestered with a billion questions by a certain one Himawari Uzumaki.
"Looks like Himawari's latched onto Sarada with a vengeance." Naruto had told Sakura and Hinata with a chuckle.
"It's the Uzumaki curse to always want to befriend an Uchiha, I suppose." Sakura replied with a smile of her own.
Sarada supposed it was true. Sure the several years gap in their ages could be troublesome, first with Sarada becoming an Academy student and then later on becoming a genin while Himawari was a student. But the two of them stuck strongly by one another.
But what Sarada, for the life of her, could never understand, was why.
Why did Himawari like her so much?
The question never came to mind until one sticky afternoon when Team Konohamaru was heading their way back to Konoha after an escort mission to the Land of Wind.
"Ah, I can't wait till we arrive home." Mitsuki said with a yawn. "I want to sleep for two days straight."
Konohamaru nodded in agreement with his student, "I could sleep for a week."
Mitsuki smiled mischievously, "Are you sure that you aren't just excited to get back to Konoha so you can see Hanabi-san?"
"Oh shut up or you're going back to Konoha in a scroll!"
Sarada chuckled at their behaviour. It was no secret among [this] Team 7 about their sensei's interest in Boruto's aunt, Hanabi Hyuga, head of the Hyuga Clan. It was blatantly revealed about a month or so ago back when they hadn't developed much of a rhythm as a team. Konohamaru had been trying to ask Boruto things about what Hanabi liked when the boy realized what the man was trying to do, then he unintentionally announced it for all those on the Team 7 training grounds to hear. After that, Konohamaru couldn't look his students in the eye for about a week until Boruto officially apologized for saying it so loudly- mainly because Sarada and Mitsuki kept shooting him long, scolding looks.
"Don't tease, Konohamaru-sensei too much, Mitsuki." The Uchiha told her white-blue-haired friend. "He just might do it." That was when the girl noticed that her typically loud teammate, Boruto, hadn't said anything in a while. "What's wrong with you?" She asked.
Boruto shot her a sour look, "Nothing." He grumbled.
"Are you still upset about Kaname-sama are you?" She asked.
Kaname was the person they were escorting back home. He was about 17 or 19 from what Sarada was able to guess, and he was a carpenter from Suna. Kaname was handsome, but his personality wasn't that great. Even Konohamaru, though that was after the escort was over, was in agreement that Kaname was a wringer. Much like Boruto, he was quite cocky and prone to bragging, and it caused them to butt heads.
Boruto scoffed, "No way." He replied tersely. "That guy isn't worth my moping time. And I don't mope anyway."
The ravenette raised an eyebrow. "If you say so." She wasn't going to push him to say anything if he didn't want to. "I wonder if Mama's been eating right." Sarada wondered aloud. Her mother could be quite the workaholic and that bothered her endlessly, so it was her personal mission to make sure that Sakura took care of herself.
"I'm sure she's fine." Boruto answered.
"That's not the point." Sarada crossed her arms. "Don't you ever worry about your family?" She worried about her Mama and Papa all the time.
Her blonde teammate snorted and smirked at her. That punch-wanting smirk that annoyed her so much. "Nope! Uzumaki don't need the worrying!"
Mitsuki inserted himself in the conversation with a chuckle and an amused look. "He saves his worrying for Himawari-chan."
Ah. Himawari. That wasn't surprising. "I can see that." Sarada said with a look of curiosity directed towards the sky. "Himawari usually has positive things to say about you, so it wasn't that hard to imagine." Except Boruto being nice. But Himawari was his sister, so she was bound to see things Sarada didn't. Like Boruto being nice.
Boruto groaned loudly, "Ugh!"
"What's wrong with you, geez?" Sarada jumped back, surprised.
"You're always with Himawari!" Boruto snapped. "You already have Chouchou, so do you really need Himawari following you around all the time? She's always going, 'Sara-chan and I sparred today' or 'Did Sara-chan use her super strength? I want her chakra control one day! Shin-sensei says mine will be good like Kaa-chan one day!' She doesn't even admire me anymore!"
Sarada felt a mix of exasperation and flattery. It wasn't her fault that she and Himawari got along well in that sense. Himawari was generally an easy person to get along with. "I'm pretty sure you're over exaggerating, Boruto."
Boruto shoved his hands into his pockets. "No I'm not. Hima is! I don't even get why she likes you that much, after all, isn't your dream to be Hokage?" His blue eyes gleamed. "If you become Hokage all you're going to do is be busy with paperwork and you won't even have time for her anymore."
For once, Sarada didn't have a comeback of some sort to say as Boruto stomped forward to walk beside Konohamaru.
She felt a hand on her shoulder, "Don't worry, Sarada." The pale boy said. "He's just being a jealous big brother is all."
Sarada didn't reply, she only nodded and fell deeper into her thoughts.
Why did Himawari like her so much?
She was a sweet kid, patient and always caring for her brother and she wasn't any kind of upset towards Sarada who typically called him annoying.
In fact, there wasn't really much to admire about herself, Sarada thought. She was no where near the levels of strength her parents were at! Sakura was the proud founder of the Konoha Children's Mental Clinic, former apprentice of the Legendary Sannin, Tsunade Senju whom she surpassed. Sasuke was the sporter of one Sharingan and Rinne-Sharingan and perfected many arts Sarada could only hope to do, and that was still with just one arm.
Just from that alone, Sarada knew there was a long way to go before she call herself truly powerful, even if she was an Uchiha (something Chouchou told her a while back).
Himawari on the other hand was plenty outranking, and so was Boruto, Sarada had to admit.
She was the daughter of a Hokage and extremely skilled Byakugan user. Not to mention she was an Uzumaki, so her mortality would be something fierce on missions. Her father had even saved the world twice, her mother greatly helping with the second time. She couldn't say anything about the Uchiha Clan having that, and she was one of the remaining ones in existence.
For the remainder of the trip, Sarada tried to push the subject out her head. But she couldn't.
Was that why Boruto was cross when she finally noticed his odd silence? Probably. She would probably be a little jealous if her sibling always hung out with her rival.
That was it. Sarada made up her mind. She would just ask Himawari herself.
"Great!" Konohamaru's voice brought the Uchiha girl out her thoughts. "The village gates are finally within seeing range!'
Sarada felt an ounce of relief as well as she suddenly remembered her mother. She would have to see her first before stopping by home.
"Sara-chan! Onii-chan!"
At the sound of their names, Boruto and Sarada perked up as they saw a familiar girl with a yellow jacket waving both of her arms excitedly. Sarada noted a side glare from her peripheral vision before Boruto ran ahead. "Hey Hima!"
Mitsuki looked over at Sarada, "He'll come around. Just let him be his usual big brother self for now." His yellow gaze directed to their sensei. "Do we all need to go report to Hokage-sama?"
Konohamaru shook his head, "You all go ahead and just relax, I'll handle the report." And within a flash, the Sarutobi was already dashing ahead to the Hokage office.
"Victory burgers then?" Mitsuki asked, as they got closer to the gates and the two Uzumaki up ahead. The hamburger shop was where there generation often ate at after missions.
"Maybe later." Sarada replied. "I wanna check on Mama first before I do anything. And I also want a nice long bath too."
Mitsuki hummed. "That does sound better. Maybe tomorrow then and maybe Konohamaru-sensei can come too if he isn't trying to woo Hanabi-san."
Sarada giggled at that. Looks like the team wouldn't let that one slide for a while. "Definitely."
"Sara-chan!" Sarada looked ahead to see the familiar blue-haired girl heading her way. "Welcome home!" Himawari hugged her tightly, and feeling a certain someone's burning gaze on her, Sarada hugged her back awkwardly.
"Hi, Himawari."
"No welcome back for me?" Mitsuki asked playfully and it caused Himawari to erupt in giggles as she let go of the Uchiha.
"Hi, Mitsuki-kun." Her smile was reminiscent of the Hokage's. "How was your mission?"
"It was just a C-rank one." Sarada answered. "And the client wasn't the best either." Understatement of the year, but she didn't feel like delving far into it.
Boruto stepped in to prevent to conversation lengthening any further, "C'mon, Himawari. You said today Kaa-chan made apple pie, let's go eat some!"
But his sister pouted and held on to Sarada's arm, "But Sara-chan's back." Himawari had said that with so much conviction it almost sounded like a reasonable answer. "She said when she got back we'd water our garden together."
Oh, that's right. She had said that. Sarada remembered guiltily. She honestly forgot about that. The two of them actually had a garden. Or to be more correct, it was just a small spot on the Academy grounds they had chosen as a spot to plant cosmos. But they referred to as their garden ever since, and it was off limits to anyone else.
The elder Uzumaki groaned, "Can't you do it tomorrow?" He asked, looking disgruntled.
"How about we do that then?" Sarada looked at the shorter girl. She owed her teammate this much. "The flowers can wait. After all, Boruto kept on talking about you. So we can have our time tomorrow."
Blue stared at black for a few more moments before Himawari relented and let go of Sarada's arms. And with a subdued 'alright' Boruto and Himawari continued on their way to the Uzumaki household. She would just ask the girl about the whole admiration thing tomorrow. Then she bid Mitsuki ado as she walked to the hospital.
Sarada poked at a purple petal tenderly as she remembered how this entire 'secret garden' got started.
It was a couple years back and back when she was still an Academy student, and that day was Relative Day. It was before her reunion with her father, so the only ones who showed up from her family was her mother and her grandparents with their awful comedic duet. When break was upon them, Sarada offered Himawari a tour of the school she one day be attending and during the tour they found a wilting bunch of flowers.
Since then, it became the spot they heightened their green thumbs. Himawari's especially.
"We're working on chakra control in class now." Himawari told Sarada with a small smile.
"That's nice." Sarada said distantly. "Mama says that having good chakra control is key in being a medic-nin."
Cerulean blue eyes glistened curiously, "Do you want to be a medic-nin?"
Sarada shook her head. "Not really." She answered truthfully. "But it might come in handy to know some jutsu and be able to make some healing ointment though."
"My Kaa-chan says that used to make ointment for her teammates all the time." Himawari said. "Maybe I should learn how to make some."
"I'm sure you'll be able to make good ones with how good you are with plants." Sarada complimented the girl.
Himawari looked down at the flowers with a small smile and pink lightly dusting her cheeks. "Aah, then, when I get better at it I'll make Sara-chan ointment for her missions." Her eyes suddenly flashed with a little worry. "If you don't mind that is!"
Sarada felt her heart flutter for a second. "Yeah," she said, sounding strained. "that's fine."
It was silent for a moment.
"Ahem." Sarada cleared her throat. "I'll go and see if there's any fertilizer or plant food we can use." Himawari didn't say anything back, only nodding silently as Sarada stood up and left to find the greenhouse shed.
Sarada had been there many a time with the number of kunoichi based classes she had to take. Plus, Chouchou complained about the unfairness of it so much Sarada wouldn't be able to forget even if she wanted to. (Not that she didn't agree.) Also, with Shino-sensei's permission, they were able to have access to use a little bit of the tools as long as it wasn't detrimental to the continuing classes.
The ravenette sighed as she picked up a plastic baggy and began scooping some plant food into it.
So much for asking Himawari that question. Sarada sighed once more. Her heart fluttered again as she remembered the soft look that Himawari had on earlier. This was a foreign feeling. I guess I'll just try again when I go back. She gazed around at the plants in here. It put the 'garden' she and Himawari took care of look like a bunch of dandelions. Maybe they'd have one like it one day she thought fondly.
Sarada finally exited the greenhouse taking long steps.
She wasn't going to avoid the question anymore. It was time for her to-
"Ne, Akizakura-chan(1), can you keep a secret?"
All of her movements halted when she heard Himawari's voice, and Sarada peeked from behind the tree she was crossing. All she could see was the back of the girl, yellow, blue, and pink all settling with one another nicely. Sarada couldn't see anyone else there, so she reasoned that Himawari was just talking to one of the flowers.
"You see, I really like Sara-chan." Himawari continued. "But I don't think she likes me back. She's really cool though! And really nice too. She always looks after me too and even will hang out with me it looks like Chou-chan wanted to be with her. I wanna hurry up and be a genin too so then maybe we might have missions together like how Kaa-chan and Tou-chan did so I can help her too." She sighed. "Onii-chan's so lucky, he gets to spend all day with her."
Sarada could barely feel the bag of plant food slipping out her fingers as she gasped lightly, sputtering a bit.
Wait.
Himawari liked her? Liked her liked her?
As in, the way her Mama liked her Papa?
Her sputtering was audible as she saw a blushing, wide-eyed Himawari looking right back at her, causing her own face to heat up.
"Sara-chan?!" Himawari stammered, jumping onto her feet.
Sarada felt overwhelmed, she'd never encountered a situation like this before. "Er, um." Sarada's eyes darted around everywhere but Himawari until she noticed that the girl was opening her mouth again. "I'll see you later okay?!" Then as if she were trying to avoid being caught by an enemy shinobi, Sarada turned around and ran.
"Wait, Sara-chan!"
But Sarada couldn't wait and she continued on running until she got home.
"Sarada, honey?"
Sarada shoved her face further into her pillow not caring if the frames of her glasses hurt her face. Her heart was still pounding and it was showing no signs of stopping at all anytime soon. She didn't want to see anyone right now as her mind was still racing. Himawari liked her.
It was evening now, and she could smell the sweet and sour smells wafting from the kitchen and under her door. She didn't want to eat though, even if she could feel her stomach growling.
She heard her door creak open. "Sarada."
With a heavy breath, Sarada turned her head to see her mother who flicked on the lights. Her pink hair seemed more vibrant in the new found light. "Yes, Mama?"
Sakura sat on the edge of her daughter's bed with concern reflecting in her jade green eyes. "Your Hinata-oba just called me." A deep feeling spread into Sarada's stomach. "She sounded really worried on the phone. She told me that Himawari-chan came home very upset today saying you didn't like her anymore. Did something happen?
"No." Yes. Sarada avoided Sakura's gaze by cleaning the smudges off her glasses.
She didn't want to talk about it.
Sakura placed a hand on Sarada's shoulder, "You can't lie to me, dear." She said with a light smile. "I can tell when you're upset about something."
"I'm not upset." Sarada said. And it was true, there was no way she was upset in any way right now.
"So did the two of you get into a fight?" Sakura asked, not wanting to beat around the bush any longer. "You know, good friend's always fight. Ino and I used to fight all the time, usually it was something really silly. Like boys." The Uchiha matriarch's eyes glazed over as she looked as if she were remembering certain things.
"It's not a boy or anything. And it we didn't fight either." It definitely wasn't a boy.
Sakura looked at Sarada expectantly, "Then what was it?"
Sarada looked down at her knees as she put her glasses on. "Then, you promise you won't tell?" She asked. "You can't even tell Papa!"
Sakura nodded, "Yes, dear." She had the hint of an amused look. Kids, her face seemed to say. Them and their needs for promises.
Sarada took a deep breath and balled her hands into tight fists. "Well, you see," she paused feeling her chest fill with anxiety. "Himawari confessed to me." After a moment or two of silence, Sarada looked up to see the silent surprise written all over her mother's face.
"Himawari-chan did?" Sakura asked numbly and Sarada nodded. "That, would be quite the surprise."
"You aren't weirded out?!" Sarada exclaimed, not sure if she was relieved or shocked. It was probably a mix of both.
Sakura ruffled her hair, "I learned over the years that love knows no gender, Sarada." She said with a smile. "I guess you could say I was thinking more about Naruto and Ino."
"Why them?" Sarada questioned, confused. What did the two of them have to do with the situation.
There was a huge grin on Sakura's face, "The two of them have had this bet for years over who would marry you between Inojin and Boruto. Ha! Looks like they were wrong!" Well, sort of. Sakura fixed her statement.
The revelation made her only child gag, "What? Ew, no!" There was no way she would ever do something like! Dating was one thing, then there was marriage. And the thought of marrying either of them was too weird to comprehend. "It's not funny!"
Sakura giggled, "Sorry, Sara. Your papa said the same thing." Sarada was glad that at least Sasuke was on her side. The pinkette sighed as her giggles finally halted and she took a deep breath. "So what did you say to her confession?"
"Well," Sarada moved a stray hair behind her head. "I wasn't supposed to hear it. I went to go get some plant food and when I came back she was telling all that to flower."
"She's so cool though! And really nice too!"
Sarada blushed as she remembered what came out of Himawari's mouth. "But she saw me and I ran off before anything else could happen." She felt guilty now. She had gone home upset after all, and now the sweet blue-haired girl assumed the worst out of Sarada's reaction. "Ugh, shannaro! Why did I just run off like that?!"
"Do you like her back?" Sakura inquired and Sarada looked at her mother blankly. "You won't be able to avoid Himawari-chan forever. So do you like her?"
Sarada fumbled with her shorts, "I don't know…" She admitted. "I mean, I always thought she was really cute but, I guess I didn't really start thinking about it until today. How do you know if you like someone, like the way you and Papa like each other."
"That?" Sakura blushed a little. "Well, for one thing, you see a lot of that person's good points. And even if there are flaws, you like all of that person anyway. You also want to support that person no matter what, and if you ever see them going off the wrong track… you want to get them back on the right one." Sakura's eyes darkened as memories came back to her. "It's a very complicated emotion, Sarada. But it is all up to you."
It's all up to me?
"How about we go eat dinner?" Sakura stood up. "It's hard thinking when you have an empty stomach."
On cue, Sarada's stomach growled. "Alright." She said.
Dinner was good and like Sakura had said, it actually did serve to make Sarada feel a little better, even if for a little while.
She laid wide awake in her bed as she stared up at her ceiling, even though it was too dark to truly do so.
Did she like Himawari, the way the blunette liked her?
Sarada definitely liked her more than most people. Himawari was gentle, caring, unlike her brother, and she was also a very cheerful girl. She could talk a lot, but Sarada didn't mind because as it would stand, she really liked hearing her voice.
It was sweet, and was light.
And there was also her smile. It was strange. It was a big mix of her Hinata-oba's and the Seventh's, according to her parents, but all Sarada could think of it was just as the 'Himawari smile'. There was no other like it.
Sarada also really liked Himawari's whiskers. They were just cute to her though she had told anyone that.
Himawari.
Sarada was also very fond of Himawari's named. It rolled right off the tongue. It was a happy sounding name as well and a good choice for the girl it was given to. It mean sunflower, and now that Sarada thought of it, Himawari was kind of like one. Always reaching out to make something sunnier rather than gloomier with hair reminiscent of sunrays.
The Uchiha girl's hair sped up again.
She didn't know of anyone else that had that effect on her.
Not even Chouchou, her wise-cracking diva of a best friend. She loved Chouchou to pieces and didn't want to ever imagine a time where they wouldn't be friends, but Sarada was always much quicker to snap at her when the time called for it. And if Chouchou ever made her heart race, it was from laughter, not potentially romantic feelings.
"Himawari Uchiha?"
Sarada blushed and shook her head. It was way too early for things like that! But it still was a nice-sounding name. And admittedly, Sarada Uzumaki had its own appeal as well.
"Aah, then, when I get better at it I'll make Sara-chan ointment for her missions."
Sarada wanted the feeling she got when Himawari had said that to always be there. She was very certain of that.
Of liking Himawari Uzumaki.
[;';]
When Sarada saw that it was Boruto Uzumaki who had opened the door, she knew she wasn't in for a warm reception.
His blue eyes shone fiercely as he opened his mouth, "Oh you've got some nerve coming over here after the way Himawari came home yesterday." He looked like he wanted to punch her in the gut.
Sarada tried to get rid of the guilt she was feeling. She was here to fix everything. "I'm here to see Himawari, Boruto."
Boruto snorted at his teammate and was already closing the door shut, until a pale hand intervened and prevented him from doing so. "Hora, Boruto." Hinata Uzumaki looked at her son sternly then blinked in pleasant surprise as she saw who it was. "Ah, Sarada-chan."
Sarada gave a polite bow, "Hello, Hinata-oba." She ignored the burning blue glare that came from Boruto. "Is Himawari home?"
Hinata nodded and she opened the door wider to allow Sarada in, and Sarada removed her shoes. "She's in her room right now." Hinata looked over in the direction of it. "She's still a little upset. Did the two of you have an argument?"
"Not exactly." Sarada answered nervously. It was hard enough telling her mom, but it was a whole new difficulty level if she had to explain this to both her Aunt and her son. "Do you think she'll let me in if you tell her I'm here?"
Hinata smiled thoughtfully, "Just go ahead and walk in. I'm sure she'll cheer up if you walked in unannounced." Her opal eyes were warm. "Go ahead and make up okay? I'll go make something for you all to eat. Boruto, come help me okay?" She had a firm grip on Boruto's shoulders as she lead the two of them to the kitchen. Sarada vaguely heard the word of 'cookies' as she continued on to Himawari's room.
Placing an ear on the door, Sarada listened to see if you could hear any kind of crying but was only met with silence. She gulped, "Himawari, I'm going to come in alright?" She opened the door and Himawari was scrambling in embarrassment.
"I'm still in my pajamas!"
A giggle erupted from Sarada's throat as she walked in further into the embarrassed Uzumaki girl's room. "I've already seen you in those pajamas you know." She closed the door, wanting to take precautions.
Himawari stopped abruptly, "But still…" But she didn't continue on to change her clothing. It was as silent as the forest. "Sara-chan, I-"
"I'm sorry!" Sarada bowed.
"Eh?!"
"I'm sorry for just taking off on you like that." Sarada clarified. "It was really mean to do that. I was just surprised and didn't know what to say."
Another silence.
"So you don't dislike me?" Himawari asked hesitance in her voice. "We can still be friends?"
Sarada stood back up, and repositioned her feet (a nervous habit of hers). "About that…" She felt butterflies in her stomach. "I-"
Himawari cut her off, "Sara-chan doesn't have to say anything else about that." She said. "I'm okay with just being friends." Funny enough, her voice didn't match what she saying, but it wasn't like Sarada was surprised. "At least I got to tell you how I felt though, so that's always nice, even if it was an accident."
Sarada grabbed one of the smaller girl's hands, "Please confess to me again."
"Eeeh?!" Himawari looked shocked.
The ravenette felt her cheeks burn as she repeated herself, "Could you please say it again? Properly? So I can respond properly?"
Was she asking for too much?
She could see Himawari visibly gulp and the girl suddenly looked even smaller in her frog print pajamas. "Ah, um, er…" This was the first time Sarada had seen Himawari this nervous. "Sara-chan, I, I really like you! More than… a friend."
Sarada's heart was racing like the first time she had created a crater in the ground, except this time it wasn't because of the nerve-racking situation of fighting a hundred clones. It was from one, solitary unique person. And that person was "Himawari." Sarada couldn't fight the small smile her lips were forming. "I really like you too, more than a friend."
Himawari blinked once.
Twice.
Thrice.
"Really?" Himawari asked dumbly.
Sarada nodded, "Really, really."
Himawari's arms were wrapped tightly Sarada's waist in a second. "Sara-chan!" She wailed and Sarada panicked thinking she was crying. But relief filled her as Himawari looked up with a smile and dry eyes, the good kind of dry eyes. "I thought you didn't like me anymore!"
"Impossible." Sarada said. "Himawari is someone I greatly admire."
Himawari tilted her head in a cute manner, "Really? Why? Sara-chan is the coolest."
Sarada chuckled and like her mother and father did to her, she lightly tapped Himawari's forehead with her middle and index fingers with a smile. "I'll tell you next time."
Bonus:
Naruto suddenly sneezed knocking all of his paperwork to the ground.
He groaned with a sniffle and shook his head. For some reason he felt the urge ordering the ANBU to supervise every Uchiha in the vicinity. Maybe he was just overreacting to something unimportant in the cosmos.
XxX
And elsewhere in an unknown forest, Sasuke suppressed a shudder.
Why did he suddenly feel like rampaging on Naruto's clan? He pulled his phone out his pocket to call his wife, Sakura, immediately. There was something amiss in the cosmos.
A/n:
And that's the oneshot! Like I said, -though this is a comment more directed towards those who read my author's notes in RtHU- I'm a multshipper, and SaraHima is a ship I adore! And while I'm quite aware the next gen are their own people and their ships have nothing to do with their parents ships, its kind of like a mini SakuHina. Besides, no one can tell me Sarada and Himawari don't have some kind of relationship with one another, platonic or no. Have you seen how close Sakura is to both of the Uzumaki patriarch and matriarch? You know for a fact that Sarada is probably protective of Himawari and the two of them have hung out on more than one occasion.
Also, translator's note for (1), the cosmos flower is occasionally referred to as an 'Autumn Cherry(blossom)' and in Japanese that would Akizakura. Which is what Himawari called the cosmos she was talking to.
Anyway, I hope you guys all enjoyed the chapter!
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