Hello everybody!

It's been years since I've started another fanfic-chapter on anything, so I apologize for being a little rusty - but I hope you enjoy this new story I'll be working on! My last story (The Endearment of Fake Dating) was my last fun project, and I'm hoping to complete this one for the long run as well! This story, while definitely containing some SaradaxBoruto, it's going to be a bit of a Parent-Trap/Sasuke learning fatherhood kind of story. I am IN LOVE with the new Boruto anime and I can't wait to continue writing this Sarada Fanfic! I hope you enjoy! Thank you for reading, everyone!

Chapter 1: PROLOGUE

After Sakura takes a business trip overseas, her daughter Sarada - done with wondering about her long lost father - decides to run away and journey across the world to Japan to finally meet the man.

"We will be arriving in Leafville, Japan at 12:20 PM," announces the speakers.

It's been hours since take off, and we're almost to our destination. I've been tapping my fingers the whole time, or twiddling with the bottom of my sweater, or twisting a strand of my hair. I just can't seem to sit still, and somehow the twelve hour flight hasn't felt long enough.

I'd try to distract myself with other thoughts than the actual goal of the trip, in order to calm my nerves. I think about how I'm still not used to having such short hair. It's cut up above my shoulders, and instead of contacts I now have these annoying glasses, that occasionally fall past the bridge of my nose, so I have to push it back up sometimes.

So annoying.

But no matter how much I distract myself, I'll always drift back to him. To Dad.

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It all started JUST last week only. Right towards the end of school and well into June. We had one last project to finish up: the family tree research project every seventh grader has to do before summer.

I had my reservations. My mother, Sakura Haruno, for some reason just will. not. talk. about my dad. Once. I don't even know the man's name. I don't pester, but he's obviously not a legal subject in the household. So I've never really paid mind while growing up. Of course, I ended up doing my own research one day for the family tree project, and after a few four-hour-sleep nights, the internet finally delivered:

"Chairman of Uchiha Enterprises..." I'd read in disbelief. Chouchou and I are up during lunch break in the computer lab. There were articles all over the screen, and pictures of this gorgeous, model-like young man. I could even see the similarities between him and me. It was so scary, because I'd never looked too much like my mom. Now I knew where my eyes and hair came from.

"You're that guy's kid?" Chouchou pointed in disbelief, almost dropping her chip bag all over the computer lap floor. "Whoa!"

"Yeah... " I said breathlessly, just in as much shock. How did Mom- When did they?- Why'd-? WHOA.

Just too many questions.

So many that I didn't even care about the family tree project anymore. (I just made up fake names in the end after all) and instead came to the bigger question: will I ever meet him? He's ALL THE WAY on the other side of the planet. In fucking Japan. But, he's there…

My curiosity overnight slowly turned to a desperate desire to meet him. Not just so I could fulfill my dream of finally meeting the man, but because it finally hit me - Mom was going on a business trip overseas to Paris for most of the summer.

Which meant-

I could go see Dad.

...

No Sarada that's insane.

But the second glance at my fake family tree sitting on my bed does it. And on that whim, I spent the rest of that afternoon with a notebook and calculator and laptop. Post its, index cards, markers and colorful pens, scattered all over the kitchen table. I was going to plan the shit out of this crazy idea, because it was going to work.

"No way," Chouchou gaped over the phone later that night.

I nodded, pacing in my bedroom with a notepad in hand (calculating costs), and cell phone between my ear and shoulder. "Yes way."

"NO WAY!"

"Chouchou."

After all the planning, and accepting that this was actually a doable plan, I called Chouchou up and explained everything to her for a very important second opinion. "So, let me get this straight, you're going to take a plane, fly to Japan, and just, go see your dad?!"

I nodded confidently, feeling all the acids in my stomach shooting everywhere. "Yes."

"Girl you are insane," Chouchou said. I could imagine her shaking her head.

"It's simple, I've calculated it down to a 'T'. I'll use mom's left over luggage, pack my essentials, buy the ticket online with all my savings, and-"

"-wing it," Chouchou put in my mouth. "Your perfect plan down to a T is to wing it."

"It's kinda hard when I don't have that much money," I said realistically, sitting on the bed.

"Do you even have any money to use when you get to Japan?" Chouchou asked.

"W-Well, not really," I frowned. Barely. The conversion from dollars is hard, but I definitely didn't have enough money to support my self for more than a day there. "But my dad's the pres. of Uchiha Enterprises – Chouchou they're in history text books. If anything bad happens, he can just, send me back on a plane and, show's over."

"You sure you're prepared to meet this guy? I mean, for the richest man on the other side of the world, you sure he's, you know, nice?"

"To be honest I have no idea," I relented as I collapse into my bed. I'm so anxious. "But by the time my mom comes back home I'll regret never having gone to do this. I have to meet my father."

In the end, Chouchou wasn't the only supportive friend I had.

Before the bell rings on the last day of school, I was surrounded by Chouchou, Denki, and Iwabee. "What's up guys?"

Chouchou held out a fat white mailing envelope, taped shut with my name on it.

Slowly it dawned on me what this is. No they didn't. I held my hands hold up. "Chouchou I can't take your money."

"It's all of ours," Denki spoke up. "Last night Chouchou called us and told us about you leaving to find your dad." My eyes widened and I looked to the girl, who returns a not too shameless smile. "Chouchou and I, and even Iwabee, pooled all of our allowances and our savings. There's about $900 in there."

Oh my god.

"Cash," Iwabee adds. Is he threatening me? "So don't lose it." Charity isn't really Iwabee's style, so this definitely means a lot.

"You guys are the best," I smiled, hugging them all. Chouchou's been with me since elementary school, Denki's been a reliable academic study buddy for years, and Iwabee, well, he and I can totally relate on the single parent sitch. The four of us have been inseparable, and they all knew how desperately I've been dreaming about meeting my dad.

Part one of plan: to pack. Done. Part two of plan: a disguise.

According to Chouchou, if I ever managed to get to Sasuke Uchiha, a man often in the spotlight of the media, I'd need a completely different look if I wanted to stay off Mom's radar. Any magazine or news clipping with a photo of me and I was long dead before I was grounded.

Thus the haircut and glasses.

"I haven't worn these glasses in ages," I inspected doubtfully as Iwabee combed my hair. Chouchou insisted. "You sure I can't just keep my contacts?"

"Do you want your mom to catch you?" Chouchou exasperates.

Iwabee started snipping, and my long waist length locks hit the floor. Denki looked more nervous about the haircut than I did. "Jesus Denki lighten up. I know how to cut hair," Iwabee said, irritated.

"S-Sorry, it's just," Denki could see half my hair on the ground. "Is all this change necessary? It's kinda extreme."

"I agree," I frowned, removing the contacts carefully so I don't mess Iwabee up. "Do you really think it's possible for my Mom to see me on some tabloid?" I ask skeptically.

"Trust me, you'll thank me later. Just look at how many magazines your dad's on." Chouchou turned her laptop around. On an internet search, countless magazines with his face. I guess she was right.

Part three: sneaking away from Karin, the babysitter.

Mom's not an idiot. She has a close friend, Karin, who is usually my long-term babysitter for when Mom does her business trips for more than a few weeks. And Karin is fantastic. A little antic and paranoid, but definitely cares. She and her two friends Jugo and Suigetsu usually spoil me when I'd miss my mom, or ask when she's coming home. They've practically raised me alongside mom.

Sorry Karin, but I'm definitely doing a number by pulling this stunt.

A quick bus ride to the airport instead of 'Chouchou's house' quickly turns into a one way trip to Japan. I'd left Karin a note under my pillow for when she'd eventually come looking for me. I turned off my phone, left behind Mom's emergency credit card, and promised her I'd contact her soon and to not tell mom. Not sure if she'll actually follow through on that, but I've made sure to not leave a trace.

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And I fully intend on keeping that promise. I still feel a little guilty because I know how worried Karin will get, but I have bigger things to focus on. Once I land I'll have everything together I'm sure.

I can still remember the last night at home, going through mom's room for anything there that might come in handy on the trip. Nice clothes she bought too small. Extra socks. Something. And amidst her desk, tucked behind the mirror, a photograph ripped in half. And just like I saw on the internet, the face of that onyx eyed man. It was the wedding day, and she has one half of the photo of them up at the alter – this half of the hidden away photo containing Sasuke Uchiha.

It makes me wonder if he has the half with her in it. The thought of mom in her wedding dress makes my heart flutter. She's been such an independent woman all my life, never needing anyone's help and never having gone on a single date at all. The idea of her in marriage felt so far away, until now.

I look at that photo on and off throughout the twelve hour plane ride. It's a long time to sit by yourself. Scenarios come through my head on how I'll arrive, how I'll tell him 'I'm your daughter'. Surely he remembers my mom. They were married once. Will he accept me? Love me? Dispose of me and send me back? I want to be prepared for every possibility (as impossible as that sounds), but really…. I just want him to want me back.

"Passengers please turn off all electronics. We will be descending momentarily."

PREVIEW:

"Shit where the hell is Boruto," Naruto panics quietly, scanning around past the crowds of photographers.

"You should learn to keep a hold of your kid better," Sasuke comments amidst his friend's panic.

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Boruto coincidentally looks down and sees my passport at the bottom of my bag. With a quick thought and glance between me and the bag, he darts his hand into my luggage and I notice too late as he already has it.

"Hey!" I run and try to grab it back, but he pushes my face away while trying to read it.

"Sarada Haruno, Sex Female, Age 12, From the US," he reads aloud before I finally steal it back. I swipe it close to my chest and hoard it like a secret. By now he has the oddest and most confused expression. "Well you're a long way from home."

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Naruto frowns, looking stumped before he shakes his head no. "Nah, nah not really. He's kind of a jerk when it comes to press actually. Makes most of my downtime trying to repair his mess ups with our clients and partnerships." Dad... really sounds like an asshole. "He's pretty much an asshole."

Dear god. "So... how come you almost try to make him sound like a good guy?" I ask, almost hopelessly.

"Because I know deep down he is," Naruto says whole heartedly, wearing that goofy grin he had when I met him.