Sorry on the wait for Mother! I feel so bad but I haven't been able to piece a thing together. I promise it'll be up soon. But in the meantime, have an oneshot.
The tearoom filled with soft scents of jasmine, floating carelessly through the open windows. The garden they inhabited was filled with azures, emeralds, reds, and lilacs, winding up the house or around the pond. A swallow would chirp in the large oak at the back of the lavish greenery, crickets waking at the twilight sky, fireflies relishing in the warm summer sunset. All door and window leading to the outside world left open in hopes to capture its gorgeous essence. Pure tranquility filled the rooms occupants as they sipped at their tea. All sat still, ebony irises sealed off with closed eyelids. The only noise threatening the silence came from the kitchen, light laughter muffled by the drapes separating the rooms along with the clattering of dishes. Only one stood out in the sea of dark features. With his bright cerulean eyes and even brighter golden hair. He fidgeted, anxiety contorting his boyish face.
He couldn't be blamed. The Uchiha's intimidated his father (the damn Hokage) as well as the elders of the town. He was not ignorant to the threat they posed to the Leaf; it was widely spoken about amongst the adults here.
The Uchiha had planned a revolt long ago, a taboo subject like his father's demon. As far as the boy knew, the eldest son of the main Uchiha family quelled the insurrection peacefully. But knowing at any minute they could possibly take the honored son of the Hidden Leaf Village hostage left him restless.
"Boruto? What troubles you?" The voice had him frantically searching. They all sounded so much alike, which had addressed him? All their eye's remained closed and postures statue still.
"N-nothing, sir..." He trailed, hoping that they would leave him alone now.
"Baka. You are just like your father. I can see something is worrying you." It was his uncle Sasuke speaking with him. Of course he'd weasel him out.
"Don't be so crass, nephew." The one named Madara, Sasuke's uncle, laughed, finally looking at Boruto. "You are the most frightening of the five of us."
Sasuke made a face, giving his blood a look over. "Sure I am. How could I forget I am the most terrifying between two Anbu captains," He looked to his brother and what Boruto assumed was a branch member of the family, "A second Ibiki," then to his uncle, "And a police chief." And finally at his father.
"I am not scary. Take that back." The branch member, Obito grumbled not meeting the youngest main family's son head on.
"Right, so," Itachi laughed, "Transporting people to other dimensions is not in the least bit deterring." If Boruto had his pick, Itachi would be his favorite. He knew what his reputation was, he had read his fathers bingo books, but he was so unlike his field ops self that it was nearly comforting.
"Better then sending then into their own mind just to torture them." Sasuke jested, smirking slightly.
"I could be you," The brother smiled knowingly. "Ripping limbs off other children."
"It was a kill or be killed situation." He had never seen his uncle huff. It was quite comical.
"You three." Fugaku barked, making only Boruto jump with a small noise. The other's just looked bitter that their fun was ruined. "You're scaring Sarada's guest."
Boruto thought he heard a resounding 'good' but was too fidgety to acknowledge it
"How is your mother, Boruto?" The head of the family had a softer look to him, tilting his head slightly.
"She's good." The boy still shook, evident in his quivering voice.
"Now look what you idiots did," Madara hissed, "Done scared the boy into a mess."
"No, I'm fine. I'm use to it by now." He swallowed. "I spend a lot of time with Sasuke-Oji."
"That you do." Itachi nodded. "And are his training methods... Adequate?"
"Wha-what do you mean by that, Uchiha-Sama?"
"My little brother is not one for words. It may be difficult to work with an ape." Itachi didn't flinch when a salad fork was caught between two fingers. "See what I mean?"
"Oh." If the fifteen-year-old wasn't rattled previously, he was quaking now. "No... Sasuke-Oji is... He's pretty cool... Taught me some shurikenjutsu as well as chakra control..." The blond scratched at the back of his head, a trait only seen in Naruto.
"Aw, look at him lie." Obito laughed, catching the dinner fork with a humored smile. "Oh calm down, cousin. I'm just harassing you. I don't get to often."
"After I rip your tongue out, you wont ever be able to again."
"Can't we have a nice family dinner without you men throwing each other's egos in the other's face?" A roar mightier than his grandmother's that could only belong the hospitals general startled all occupants. "Drink your damn tea while we finish dinner quietly."
If there was one thing all six could agree on was that Uchiha Sakura was the scariest off all.
"And Boruto hunny, Sarada just text me that she is halfway here. Why not wait for her on the porch?"
Boruto was thankful she was evil to the family's men than to him. Quickly he left the room.
"Aw, Sakura-chan, we were simply gauging his will." Itachi sighed, waving a hand dismissively, then falling into a shrug.
Bright viridian glinted with malicious intent.
"Shut up, Itachi." Sasuke secretly enjoyed the death glare his wife shot his brother. She was the only person in the village unaffected by the Uchiha's. She had even yelled at his father for being so indifferent with his youngest, warning that if he were to act this way with their daughter Mikoto would be widowed. Sasuke knew he picked wisely.
"Anyway. Sasuke." Her scowl was now directed at him. "Be nice to him. This is the only person, besides Chōchō, that my girl has taken any interest in. Or else."
Sasuke's eye twitched, but he smiled, not minding her explosive attitude. "Yes, dear."
Sakura smiled and disappeared from the room.
It was true. While Sarada is more sociable than he in his younger years, she did not attach herself to others. He had made a point to encourage her to make more connections, but she was adamant on keeping to herself.
"Tadaima!" Sarada smiled, walking in with a hesitant Boruto. "Hello Itachi-Oji, Madara-Oji, Obito-Itoko, Otosan, and Ojīchan!"
"Yōkoso hōmu, Sarada." The Uchiha men smiled. They all had the softest spot for the daughter of Sasuke. She was like them in intelligence and looks, but held the kindness of his mother. She always smiled, too, making her hard not to dote on.
"Where is Okāsan and O bāchan?"
"Kitchen." Fugaku kissed his granddaughter's head as she hugged him. She let Itachi poke her forehead, Obito ruffle her hair, Madara smile towards her, and Sasuke pat her hair. She then ran through the curtains to greet the Uchiha women.
"Hello again, Boruto-kun." Itachi smirked, slumping his head on an open palm.
"Hello, Uchiha-Sama." Boruto muttered, nerves rising again.
"Again, you may call me uncle Itachi, or even Itachi. No need to be so formal."
"Sorry, Itachi-San."
Itachi gave an overdramatic sigh.
"Dinner is ready!" Mikoto announced. They filed to the open dinning room.
The room had a view of the west side of the garden where the pond was in sight. Lily's sat at the waters edge, bellowing in the wind. Boruto found himself entranced by the gardens. He hadn't stepped foot in the main house. Sarada lived close to it, but her family lived in a smaller house on the compound.
"So, Boruto, dear, how is your mother? And Himawari?" Mikoto smiled while setting the table.
"They're good. Himawari entered the academy, Mom and Dad were at the entry ceremony."
"Ah. How old is she now?" Sakura sat down a plate of fish for each inhabitant of the table.
They clasped their hands together and said their thanks, and picked up their chopsticks.
"She'll be twelve next Tuesday."
"Oh yeah!" Sarada animatedly gestured. "I have to remember to give her the gift I got. Hopefully she'll love it."
"Well that's good. I assume my son here has been training you well."
Back to training. Sasuke was getting rather irked his family doubted his training skills.
"And you, Sarada? How are you coming along with your training? It has been awhile since we've spoke." Fugaku beamed at his only grandchild.
"Very good. Momma taught me how to smash boulders and the ground. Papa taught me how to use my Sharingan and his chidori."
He nodded, a faint smile on his harsh aging face.
"Enough talk of training." Mikoto grounded out with a smile, "Eat."
They quietly enjoyed the food, small talk rounding the table. Boruto was quite content with the conversation veering from him to Uchiha affairs. He learned quite a bit about the family.
His uncle Sasuke was not one to speak unless spoken to, and aunt Sakura was one to talk with no head. Mikoto reveled in listening to her husband and son talk over some recent police things. Fugaku never went into detail of his doings in the force but whatever it was, it surely had to be important. Itachi was warmer than his family members, engaging in any topic they threw his way. Obito and Madara appeared to be the same person, sharing views on all.
"So, Boruto. What brings you to dinner?" Sakura was itching to ask; hoping one of the males would inquire before she. The question struck a nerve with the small boy, who choked on the cake being served.
"Well."
"Mamma. Leave him alone." Was it just Sasuke, but did his daughter just blush?
"No." Was his prompt reply. This was not happening at the moment. His daughter was not engaged in any kind of relationship other than being a teammate to the Uzumaki child.
"Papa..." Sarada warned as her blush faded.
"Absolutely not. You are fifteen."
"Well actually, I'll be sixteen soon."
"Does that matter?"
"Sasuke..." Sakura was going to get nowhere id her stubborn husband scared off her only hope of grandchildren.
"I say no." Sasuke was absolute in his words.
"Let him speak his intentions with my grand-niece, nephew." Madara grumbled, not liking where the conversation was heading either.
"Yes, I am curious as to why he is so nervous around us." Itachi smirked.
"I... Uncle Sasuke... I came to ask your permission to be Sarada's escort in the coming festival." Boruto rushed out, almost becoming incoherent.
"Oh! How precious!" Mikoto put her hands to her heart, a glint filling her eyes.
"I think it's cute." Sakura agreed, much to the youngest Uchiha boy's dismay.
"No." He continued.
"Sasuke, knock it off before I knock you into next week." Fiery emerald clashed with disapproving ebony. She then turned her gaze to her future son-in-law. "You may, hunny."
"Father, a little help?" A perfectly arched dark brow lifted.
"I agree-."
"See?"
"That it is precious. She should go."
Both Sharingan users glared, electric tension filled the air.
"Relax Ototo. He will take care of her." Itachi ran a hand through his bangs before he stood up. He kissed his mothers cheek, then his sister-in-laws, and then niece's cheeks before excusing himself. Obito took the cue to follow without word.
"Maybe if you actually attended the festival, you'd be less apprehensive of letting her go." The rosy-headed woman seethed, daggers at her other.
"I am still not attending. Go with Ino." Sasuke huffed, looking away as to not challenge her.
"Papa. Please?" Those eyes would be the absolute death of him. The way they widened with just enough sadness to make any heart shatter. Even the stoic, sadist, reborn mad man, Uchiha Sasuke.
"I know it's not much, but you've been training me. You know I'd be more than capable to protect her."
"I don't need protecting, Boruto..." Sarada groaned. "I am an Uchiha. I can look out for myself."
"Yeah, but, if he's worried about me not being enough to defend you against anything, then he should know I am worthy."
The adult watched the two bicker the way their parents did amongst each other. It was enjoyable enough to get snickers from Mikoto and Madara. Fugaku was just mildly amused.
"That is not what I'm worried about." Sarada's father's eye twitched. "Making stupid assumptions, like your father."
"Sasuke." His mother frowned. "She wont be a baby forever. Let her go."
And after the sentence escaped his mother's mouth he knew he was helpless in fighting further. It was one thing to argue with your father, wife, brother, uncle and cousin, but an entirely fruitless effort to argue with ones mother.
"Thank you, Papa!" Sarada jumped from the table to leave a kiss his cheek. She held most signs of affections back unless truly excited.
"Thank you, uncle Sasuke."
"Sure." Sasuke was still reluctant to give his yes.
"Sarada," Fugaku softly smiled, "Go show Boruto the gardens."
"Yes, Ojīchan." The two teens happily ran from the room.
"Such a noble man..." Sakura rolled her eyes, kissing her husbands cheek before helping clear away the table. Mikoto did the same, mumbling about her great grandchildren.
"He'll be kind to her... After all." His father smirked, "He has the Uchiha family to watch out for. Son of the Hokage or not."
Sasuke smirked back, mentally reminding himself to train the boy extra hard.
His mother was the most beautiful woman in the world. She had the sweetest voice as she cleaned the dinner table. Despite her attention being on her duties, she spotted he was standing in the doorway.
"How was dinner at the Uchiha's?" His father had walked up behind him, piece of bread in one hand and a scroll in the other.
"Why did you let me go by myself? I was nearly eaten alive, old man!" Boruto moaned, slumping.
"So I take it Sasuke is goin to rip my head off." Naruto chuckled. "Well?"
"He didn't say yes, but she is going with me."
"Good! That means he'll attend."
"Naruto, I don't think it was a great idea using your son for this. He practically invoked Sasuke's wrath."
"Nonsense! Teme wouldn't go if I asked. Sakura even asked, and you know he can't say no to her. I even got his own daughter to ask him. Besides, just think of how much more angry he'll be when he's realized Boruto is accompanying his daughter to his own surprise party!"
Both sighed at the Hokage's antics.
"He's gonna run me ragged tomorrow." Boruto continued to whine.
"You did great, Boruto! Sasuke is gonna be so surprised. It's not every day you turn thirty-five!"
Boruto whined again, crawling up the stairs. Naruto carried on laughing like a crazed man. Plan trick Sasuke into his own birthday party was a go.