*non-canon-compliant fic over here. i haven't read boruto outside of the articles google keeps recommending to me.
**so far i'm doing this on mobile because test run so formatting gets pretty stupid.
***i feel like someone should've predicted that this would happen sooner or later.
i lived for the rush (died for it too)
prologue
When she died, it had been a blur.
Her mission was complete, the explosives planted, it was time to go.
She'd been ready to walk away unscathed, cool guy sunglasses on with an imaginary badass OST playing in the back of her mind, just as she always did as the saboteur on these sorts of missions.
Then, a boom. Glass shattering, heat at her back, screams, and agony.
She blacked out after that.
Stuck in this limbo, laying spread eagle, staring blankly at the void and feeling it stare back, she was hoping the mission had been a success. That she had only been an unfortunate casualty.
More than likely, it would be correct of her to assume that— even if she'd died, the explosives were already in position, it would've brought down the building and the ship anyway. Damn, her group would be hard pressed to find a badass like her anytime soon though.
Aw, her group... Now she was hoping they cried like babies at her funeral. They better wear those furry suits she picked out specially for them, if they didn't she would find out and personally dig herself out to make them strip and put on those fucking suits.
..She's no master of self deception, she got anxious just telling a little white lie. She'd never been good at lying to herself either.
So, she quickly accepted the fact that she probably died and that her mates were probably sobbing themselves raw as they made her a grave.
Probably.
Most likely.
...Definitely.
Man, if she knew she'd be the first to go she would've... still joined to spit on the government actually. She hoped her last word was "Finally." considering how long she's made clear that Death was her calling. She couldn't really remember much.
Though if she'd known being stuck in limbo was the hell chosen for her she would've thrown a fit.
Like some sort of cue was made, she felt something distant, faded, a maw opening and squeezing around her.
If I was assigned reincarnation by whatever being is up there, I'm really really hoping that's not a vagina I'm feeling. She thought with a quiet sort of horror.
Wet. It's so wet. And slimey. What the fuck.
Only a blinding light was made clear to her, making her shut her eyes tight and hope that wasn't the sun she just stared at for 5 seconds.
Crying. A baby's crying. Oh my god, where are your parents? Your caretakers? Why— with a sudden jolt as she felt something cold wash over her, she felt mortified and confused to realize that the crying baby sounded way too close for it to be from anyone but herself.
Am I fucking baby—?
Sakura stared on in a dazed wonder, tracing a finger around her baby's face. Softly pressing on her baby's cheeks. Smoothing over the few hairs she had on her bare head.
Her baby. Her daughter.
The new mother felt something like pride and affection rise in her, like a switch was flipped, the very same thing that she'd witnessed with her patients— the mothers with their babies, throughout the years. She'd seen them, seen the tired look in their eyes after exhausting labor suddenly be replaced with a mother's unconditional love, wonder and amazement.
She wondered if she looked like that too, if someone could see the love she felt for this baby, her daughter.
Despite being exhausted beyond belief, her sight hasn't diminished in the slightest. Sakura could see that her baby, newlyborn as she was, wasn't the cutest thing to look at right now, but something just made her want to coo and go 'aww' over this tiny red-faced being.
She couldn't wait for Sasuke to come home and stare him straight in the eyes as she brandished this little bean.
Well— she thought as she looked up from her admiring, hearing the door swing open, revealing a giddy Naruto and the rest of their batch; Maybe I'll do that when I'm fully rested.