Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto at all. Just a fan with some ideas that is testing their writing ability.
Author's Note: After reading Naruto Gaiden, Chapter 1 this week I came up with an idea for the next chapter. I can't help but feel this whole, 'is Sarada Karin or Sakura's child?' is a ruse for the audience. This has been set up to make Sarada angry with her father and set the ball rolling for his return and the chemistry that is about to ensue. So, below is what I would like to see happen in the next chapter. It is probably wishful thinking on my part but hey, I have a right to my views and dreams.
Naruto Gaiden – Bonds
Sarada looked at the picture in her hands for what must have been the thousandth time. She couldn't help but repeatedly ask the question in her mind as to who the woman in the photo was. The woman that stood next to her father was smiling and had happy demeanour that for some reason bothered her. Who is she? She wondered again. There was another figure in the photo, a man with white hair that she had never seen before. They were clearly people her father knew well but when or where she wouldn't have a clue. Her mother had never mentioned these people before and this was the first time she had ever seen a photo of them.
My mother…. Sarada thought to herself, her expression growing grim as she sank to the floor. She recalled the argument she had with the pink haired woman that had raised her all these years. She had accused her of not being her mother and not really being her father's wife. The accusation had angered Sakura to the point of losing her temper and literally bringing the house down to the ground. Sarada had immediately felt guilty for saying what she did, but she couldn't help it. Watching her friends every day with their parents and training with their fathers, moaning and complaining about things when they had no idea what it was like to not have that bond, was something she had to fight all the time. It was growing increasingly harder to not be bothered by it.
Sometimes she wondered if it would have been better if her father was dead rather than estranged. That way she wouldn't have to worry about what he will think, when he will be back, if he would be proud of her or not and if he loved her or thought of her at all.
Water fell onto the photograph in her hands and she wiped her eyes with the cuff of her sleeve. There is no use in crying, she told herself, it won't make any difference. Getting angry with herself a little at a time was the only way she could help move forward. Standing up she purposely avoided looking at the photo again and instead folded it up and placed it into her pocket. I will ask mum about this later, I am sure there is an explanation for this, she rationalised to herself. "There has to be" she whispered out loud, as if hearing her own voice would help reaffirm the fact.
Taking in a deep breathe and letting it out again she looked around the environment and the left over waste of what used to be their home. "I better keep looking" she told herself. Climbing over the rubble she continued to pick up and select the items that she knew were of personal importance to her and her….mother. She gritted her teeth and forced back a lump in her throat. She picked up another photo frame that had an image of her mother, father and the seventh hokage when they were around her age with the 6th hokage standing proudly behind them. She looked so happy back then, she realised, her fingers tracing over the image of a young Sakura. Her eyes glimmered over at the figure of her father. He looked like he couldn't care less about the people next to him and was stubborn. She recalled her mother telling her that he was a genius and good at everything, sticking his nose up into the air about most things. Naruto on the other hand was the complete opposite. Looking at it now she found it hard to believe that the man she knew as the seventh and a close friend of her mothers, a man she saw as strong and kind, could have been so bad at jutsu in school. Yet if Boruto was anything like his father back then she could completely see it.
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Boruto sneezed and wiped the hanging snot from his face with the cuff of his sleeve. He felt like someone was talking or thinking about him and his skin trembled with goose bumps. Just to be cautious he turned around to examine the environment behind him and smiled when he realised no one was there. Hah, got you dad! He thought in his mind. Trying to run from his father's clone day in and day out was becoming a frequent game of his. He was gradually getting better at it and proud of being able to deceive him over and over again.
If anyone asked why he did it he would tell them honestly, that this is just a clone. If his real father was able to spend pure quality of time with him he may not have to revert to such tactics all the time, but it upset him his father was always so busy. So busy that he often wasn't home for dinner and spent nights in the Hokage's office. He knew he always sent out clones to be with them and play with him and his sister, but it wasn't the same. It felt lonely and he felt resentment for it. His mother was kind and gentle and patient and she reassured him. She tolerated his father's behaviour and seemed to be content with the situation but that in itself also bothered him. He wished that sometimes she would just get angry and say what is on her mind. He felt that if she got mad his father would be forced to listen.
"Found you" a familiar voice broke Boruto out of his thoughts and he bumped into a crouching and irritated Naruto. This time though it wasn't a clone, it was the real thing.
"Dad!" Boruto couldn't hold back his excitement and surprise.
"You are getting better at tactical stealth" his father commented, rubbing a hand on top of his head, making his son blush and pull away. He was getting a little too old for that now and it was beginning to become embarrassing, even if he secretly liked the attention.
"How did you find me?" he asked, a little irritated.
"Sage mode" Naruto replied with a shrug as if to show his son he still had a lot to learn. Boruto couldn't help but feel that Shikamaru-sensei was right, his father was competitive and child like in many ways.
"That's cheating!" Boruto retorted, "bet you couldn't find me if you didn't use that!"
"Wanna bet?" Naruto asked with a grin as if he would gladly take on the challenge.
Boruto wasn't in the mood for more hide and seek and instead chose to change the subject, "are you going to be home for dinner?" he asked.
Naruto nodded, "Yep" he said as he stretched out with a yawn, "I miss your mum's cooking" he commented, "today I have worked up an appetite"
Is that all you miss? Boruto wanted to say but didn't. Instead he walked behind his fathers footsteps as they headed home, wondering if he would ever be able to fill them.
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"Sarada!" Sakura gasped as she sat on the edge of the bed and saw her daughter standing in the doorway of the hospital room. The young girl looked a little dirty, with dust and mud all over her clothes and face. She didn't look her in the eye and instead lowered her gaze, looking torn about whether or not to enter the room. Sakura felt her heart sink into her stomach, the pain in her daughter's expression made her want to reassure her. She had seen that look before.
As Sarada entered the room Sakura stood up and walked over to embrace her but the girl pulled back and pushed the older woman away. When she noticed the pang of pain and concern in Sakura's face she felt a stab of pain in her heart as if someone had struck her. I can't do this, she realised. She had promised herself to not bother her mother anymore and to move on, but going through all of their belongings she discovered a few more things she didn't know about and now was left feeling so confused and betrayed. She couldn't even bring herself to look at the woman in front of her.
"What's wrong?" Sakura asked softly, her voice quavering as she detected something wasn't right.
"I…" Sarada started, passing to compose herself before she could bring herself to continue, "I went to the house to collect something's before the contractors got there" she stated honestly.
"I see" Sakura replied. It explained the dirt at least but when she saw Sarada put a bag of things down on the floor and then proceed to reach into her pockets for a piece of paper Sakura felt the earth open up beneath her.
"I found this" Sarada continued, slowly gaining the confidence to speak and noticing the change in Sakura's demeanour.
Sakura looked at the folded paper in Sarada's small hand and noticed the girl watching her carefully. Suddenly she felt completely exposed and nervous. She reached out hesitantly and took the paper from her hand. As she opened it the image of the man she had loved appeared before her eyes along with two other figures. Sakura's gaze fell on the woman known as Karin and she felt her knees begin to shake.
"Who is the woman with the glasses standing next to my father?" Sarada asked.
Sakura looked down at the child before her and realised slowly that Sarada was no longer a child, she was growing into a woman and she was mature and smart for her age. Her maturity and cold attitude was very much like her fathers and reminded her often of Sasuke.
"Her name is Karin" Sakura replied eventually, passing the paper back to Sarada with a shaking hand and hugging herself with her arms folded across her chest. "She was part of a group Sasuke led called 'Hawk'" she continued. "It was a time back when he was away for long periods…I don't know much more than that" she finished, making it clear from her sudden tone that she wished to not talk about the matter any further.
She is hiding something from me! Sarada concluded, watching how Sakura twitched, grimaced and avoided her gaze.
"Is she my real mother?" Sarada asked out of the blue. Sakura's head spun round to look at her so quickly and they stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity. Sakura's expression got angry and she moved over to where the bag was, picking it up and walking to the doorway.
"Now isn't the time for this, we need to find a place to stay for the night" she retorted.
"Don't change the subject!" Sarada shouted as she turned to see a hunched back of the pink haired woman leaning in the doorway, fingers of one hand clenching and holding tightly onto the frame. "I was right wasn't I?" she continued, "You aren't my mother…you aren't married to my father…you were just someone who was dumped with me while my parents go around the world. I'm just nothing to you right, just a burden, just a lie. This whole time I have lived nothing but a lie!" she couldn't help the words coming out of her mouth.
SMACK
Shock filled Sarada and she slowly lifted her head to look up at a furious pink haired woman towering over her, tears falling from her face.
Realisation at what she had done, hitting the young woman in front of her, caused Sakura to feel guilty and sad. She reached out a hand, "Sarada I'm sorry" she started. Sarada hit her hand away for a second time.
"I hate you!" She spat, venom coming through her as anger threatened to take over, "stay away from me!" she continued, tears flowing down her face as she pushed past the older woman and ran into the corridor behind them.
Sakura dropped the bag in her hands onto the floor and studied the hand that had hit her only child. What have I done? She asked herself. Her hands covered her face as her knees finally gave way beneath her, forcing her to land hard on the ground as she pleaded to whoever could hear her for help.
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While Boruto wasn't looking Naruto picked up the pieces of 'Naruto' with his chopsticks from his dinner and popped them into his son's dish. Hinata couldn't help but giggle softly along with their daughter as her son turned around and noticed the added ingredients in his meal.
"HEY!" he protested, looking at a whistling father who pleaded ignorance. Getting revenge he leant forward and snatched a bean sprout that he knew his dad liked.
"Why you!" Naruto protested, reaching over and trying to grab his son's wrist. As he did so Boruto loosened his hold with the chopsticks and Naruto was left to watch his son catch the food in his mouth and chew proudly. Shortly after the two continued to bicker like children in an entertaining fashion until a knock at their door surprised them and Hinata went to answer it.
As Hinata returned to the living area a gentle hand was placed on top of the shoulder of a dirty Sarada Uchiha.
The seventh hokage slowly put down his chopsticks and looked from the girl to his wife and back again.
"Sarada? What are you doing here?" Boruto spoke up addressing his friend first.
"I had no where else to go" Sarada stated, purposely avoiding his eye contact and trying to not burst into tears again.
"Is it okay if she stays here the night?" Hinata asked her husband. Naruto barely heard her, his gaze focused intently on the girl in front of him. He slowly nodded in agreement and went back to eating his food without saying a word. Boruto couldn't help but look from one parent to the other and get the sneaky feeling something was wrong. As if picking up on the sudden awkward silence Hinata made a soft cough in her hand and moved in front of Sarada and towards the table, "have you had anything to eat?" she asked. Sarada merely shook her head.
Taking note from her mother's actions Himawari stood from her seated position and ran to the kitchen to get a spare bowl and made room for their new guest at the table. Sarada slowly approached and knelt down next to the younger girl, forcing a fake smile to show her gratitude. The atmosphere suddenly felt tense and she couldn't shake the feeling that she had made a mistake, I shouldn't have come here, she realised. Yet at the same time she didn't know who else to turn to. Out of everyone that she knew for some reason she felt the seventh was probably the only person that might be able to give her the answers she needed. She raised her head to sneak a peak across the table at the older man and caught his eye momentarily before he immediately focussed all of his attention back at the bowl sitting in front of him.
"There you go" Hinata spoke up, serving some of the home made ramen to Sarada.
"Thank you" the girl replied with a small nod. If anything her mother had always taught her to be civil around other people's homes, accept what was given, not to complain or be rude and how to show manners. The thought of her mother's devastated face came into her mind and she bit her lip, hiding her face with her hair and picking up her chopsticks to examine her meal.
"So what happened to you…you look like you've been in a fight?" Boruto asked through mouthfuls.
"Boruto!" Hinata snapped, silencing her son. He looked confused as if to say what's the big deal? But understood enough from the awkwardness in the room that it might be best to not talk about it.
"Mum…." Sarada swallowed a lump in her throat and stared at her food, Naruto looked up at the girl on hearing the mention of his comrade. Someone he held dear to his heart and was like family to him. "She knocked the house down again" the girl finished. It wasn't uncommon to everyone in the village that her mother had a short fuse and it wasn't the first time this had happened either. Yet the fact Sakura was able to destroy a whole village with one punch wasn't something to ignore either. She had a lot of pent in energy and emotion.
Boruto raised an eye brow in surprise and looked from his shocked mother to his unsurprised father. Boruto didn't know much about Sarada's mum but he knew that she was his dad's team mate once, before he became the hokage and everything changed.
Naruto watched the Sarada play with her food and frowned, putting down his chop sticks he leant forward on the table, "Sarada, where is your mother?" he asked, his voice possibly a little more stern than he had planned.
Sarada shrugged, "who cares" she replied coldly.
Boruto watched as his fathers grip on his chopsticks tightened and his hand went white. His mother looked over at him slightly worried and gently placed a hand on his forearm. Naruto looked at Hinata and she shook her head softly. He let out a sigh and tried to force the tension in his body to relax. This kid riled him up just like her father did many times many years ago.
"You are just like him" he spoke up, looking at his food again. Sarada's head shot up at the hokage's words.
"Like who?" she asked, verifying what he was trying to say.
"Your father, Sasuke Uchiha" he replied.
"Why do I get the feeling you don't mean that as a compliment?" she answered sharply, picking up on the tone in his voice.
Naruto studied the girl carefully and chose not to answer her question. If he was honest with her it could back fire big time. He knew enough about her mother to know it was best to not go down that route.
Himawari shuffled her position slightly to get more comfortable and accidentally bumped into the Uchiha girl and breaking her eye contact with Naruto. "Sorry" she spoke up.
"It's okay" Sarada replied, adjusting her own position so they weren't so close.
"What's that?" Himawari asked innocently, picking up a piece of paper that had fallen on the floor from the girl's pocket. Interested himself Boruto leaned over and snatched the item from his sister's hands and out of her reach.
Sarada immediately jumped up, knocking over her bowl and trying to grab the parchment from his hands, "Hey, give that back!" she shouted.
Boruto got out of his seat and started to run around the table, laughing and teasing her; "catch me if you can!" he started, stopping for a second to open it up. "Whoa is that your dad?" he asked, having heard many stories from his father about the man but never having met him. "Whose the woman?" he asked, noticing a sudden likeness.
In that moment Naruto was up from his position at the table, smacked his son on the back of the head and took the photo from his hands, giving it back to the teary eyed Uchiha girl before any more harm could be done.
"Hey!" Boruto protested, "I was only messing around!" he complained.
"At someone else's dismay!" Naruto barked back, visibly angry, "I despise people who pick on others the most" he warned. Boruto's expression changed to one of anger and upset.
"I don't want to hear that from a man that practically neglects his family!" he spat back. His words cut Naruto with a knife.
"That is enough Boruto!" Hinata snapped, beginning to lose her own temper, which was a rarity in itself.
"Why do you always take his side?!" the boy turned his pain over to his mother whom he felt was partly to blame for a lot of what went on in his life.
"Enough!" Sarada snapped, gaining everyone's attention back to herself, "You always complain, everyone complains about their parents and that they aren't there enough or there too much. You should be grateful you have any parents at all!" she shouted, tears now fresh on her face. Her words took Boruto by surprise; he had never seen the cool headed, cold hearted Sarada look so pained before. "At least both your parents are here!" she continued, unable to stop herself any more, "at least you know who you are!" she snapped again, stepping closer and forcing him back a step, "I don't have any parents!" she finished.
"Sarada-san, you know that is not true" Hinata spoke softly, placing a hand on the back of the girls shoulder as she approached but Sarada pulled away and turned on the woman.
"What would you know?!" she shouted.
"Sarada where is your mother?" Naruto asked again with a strong tone. Sarada glared at him.
"Which one?" she asked coldly. Naruto stiffened. "The one that has raised me in a lie or the one that is in this photo and dead for all I know?" she waved the paper in front of his face.
Naruto grabbed her wrist to stop her, "don't talk about Sakura-chan like that!" he warned.
"Naruto…" Hinata's voice spoke up softly, pleading him not to do anything rashly.
"Why not?" she asked, "I was forced upon her. She sacrificed her career for me and got in debt for me. I bet she wishes I was never born!" she snapped, spewing stupid nonsense that kept running through her mind.
Naruto lost his temper and pulled her arm into him, raising a hand ready to hit her.
"Dad no!" Boruto shouted in horror, running over to stand in front of his class mate and protect her. Naruto hesitated.
"Go on, hit me. See if I care" Sarada shouted, "It's all you adults are capable of anyway!" She was trembling in fear and as the seventh lowered his arm she turned and ran out of the house.
"Sarada-san!" Himawari called out, trying to chase after the girl.
"Leave her" Naruto barked.
"Naruto…we should…" Hinata started but he turned around and walked over to the door way, bending to put on his shoes.
"Where are you going?" Boruto asked.
"Out" Naruto replied.
"Are you going to follow her?" Hinata asked. Naruto stopped in his tracks and turned to glance at his wife and children.
"No, I am going to find her mother" he replied honestly. Boruto looked at his mother and saw a sad expression sweep over her. He turned back when he heard the door close and ran out in pursuit.
"Dad, wait, what about Sarada?!" Boruto shouted out to the retreating figure but was ignored and left to figure things out for himself.
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Sakura rifled through some of the left over rubble and picked up a long red ribbon. She brushed off the dust and gently caressed the material in her hands, recalling the childhood memory with her friend, Ino. What became of that innocent girl back then? She asked herself with a sigh. She hated what she had become. When she was younger she was besotted with boys and love, soon coming to her senses in the chunin exams many years ago. She had grown stronger to protect the people she loved, but what had that achieved for her exactly? And now look at her. She was angry all the time, upset all the time and took her temper out on a child. She was disgusted with herself. How could she let him get to her like this? When had she become so distant and blind?
"Sakura-chan?" the familiar and soft voice of her best friend, comrade, brother and more made her back shoot up straight. She spun around to see him standing there, waiting patiently with a sympathetic look in his eyes.
"Sarada…she…" she started.
"I know" he replied. He watched her stunned expression and felt like he needed to explain, "She came to our house"
"I see" Sakura felt even worse.
Naruto stepped closer to her, ignoring the rubble under his feet and placing a hand on her shoulder. "Sakura-chan…please…don't hold it in anymore" he pleaded. His kind words were all that was needed for the pink haired konoichi to break down into tears once more. She leant into him and rested her head on his chest, gripping hold of his top and letting out her emotions. Naruto slowly placed his arms around her and sunk his head into her shoulder, embracing her as tightly as he could. It was the only thing he could do to try to take some of the burden and share some of the heart ache. Sasuke, you bastard, he cried out in his mind.
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Sarada watched from the shadows as the seventh hokage hugged her mother in the distance.
"Found you!" Boruto's voice spoke up as he landed in front of her and blocked her view. Sarada raised an eyebrow at him and a vein threatened to pop out of the side of her head. "What do you want?" she snapped.
"I came looking for you…" he replied, unsure on how to say it and not wanting to sound corny or desperate.
"Well you found me" she stated, crossing her arms and tapping a foot, "now what?"
Boruto scratched his head and blushed a little, is she really going to make me say it? He wondered, then sighed, "I was worried about you" he replied with a shrug, trying to sound cool.
Sarada was surprised by his honest statement. Being able to say how he felt so openly was a trait in him that she envied. "I'm fine" she replied, trying to avoid the subject.
"Yeah you could have fooled me" he answered with a grin, resting both his hands on the back of his head and turning around when he was met with an irritated glare. As he turned the smile faded from his face and his hands landed by his sides at the sight before him. Seeing the change in her friend Sarada felt like she needed to reassure him.
"Relax, she is just crying and using him as a tissue" she spoke up.
"I know" Boruto replied quickly. So he uses clones to come find me but something happens to her and he…he couldn't bring himself to finish the thought. Jealousy wasn't a nice trait to have. Instead he felt breaking the silence was probably the better idea.
"So you going to apologise?" he asked the girl beside him.
"Um…I suppose so" she replied, sheepishly.
"Want some support?" he asked. She shot a look at him that read, what's your game?
"I think I can manage" she answered. They both turned to look back at their parents. Sakura has stepped back from the hokage and had a hand covering her nose, her face red in embarrassment. Naruto started to feel around his clothing and body for something and pulled out a handkerchief, handing it to her with a boyish grin. Sakura took it with gratitude and proceeded to blow her nose and wipe her face free of tears. Something was spoken between the two of them but it was too difficult to make out. Naruto placed a finger under Sakura's chin and raised her head, giving her his best reassuring smile.
"No time like the present" Boruto started, a little too hyperactively. He reached down and grabbed Sarada's hand, running towards the pair before them and dragging her behind him.
"HEY!" Sarada protested, losing balance and having no option to follow him. She looked at their hands and noticed the reassuring strength that came through from him; she blushed and was glad he didn't notice.
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At the sound of Boruto calling out and waving to them Sakura and Naruto turned to look at the pair of children running up to them.
"Boruto?" Naruto looked surprised and puzzled to see his son holding the hand of his friend's daughter.
"Sarada!" Sakura exclaimed, stepping closer to the girl whose sullen expression wavered.
Upon seeing Sakura's relieved face and honest emotions Sarada was beside herself. In that moment she realised that it didn't matter. If Sakura was her biological mother or not it wasn't important. The fact was that Sakura loved her and cared for her was not a lie.
Letting go of Boruto's hand she ran into her mother's open arms, "I'm sorry!" she pleaded, her head nuzzling Sakura's chest.
"So am I" Sakura replied.
Naruto looked at the two women in front of him and Boruto watched as a number of emotions spread across his fathers face, finally forming a smile. He looked at his son and rested a hand on his shoulder, "you did good" he replied. He had no idea what Boruto said or did to convince Sarada to come around but he was grateful for it. Seeing Sakura like that wasn't easy. "So how long have you two been…you know" Naruto asked with a wink, lifting up a fist and wiggling a little finger.
"Eh?" Boruto was shocked at what his father was trying to imply and appeared horrified at the prospect.
"You don't have to hide it from me" Naruto reassured, wrapping an arm around his son's shoulders.
"Get off me!" Boruto protested, trying to push his old man away.
Sarada pulled back from her mothers suffocating embrace and looked over at the two idiots play fighting. "Are they always like this?" she asked. Sakura followed the young girls gaze and watched as Naruto head locked his son and gave him a knuckle rub on top of his head, as much to the boys protest. Sarada watched as a calming and gentle smile covered her mother's lips.
"It is refreshing, don't you think?" the older woman replied.
"I guess so" Sarada answered, secretly giving a small smile herself.
"You know mum I said some horrible things and the hokage got angry with me" she spoke up. "He went to hit me…I haven't seen him like that before" the man's reactions had shocked and confused her, yet as young as she was even she could tell that he cared for those closest to him with all of his heart.
"He did what?!" Sakura's tone changed and a demonic aura started to shine around her as she glanced down at Sarada and then over to the two knuckleheads. Naruto, automatically sensing doom, stopped what he was doing and poisoned himself behind Boruto. Boruto looked up at the older woman and fear filled him.
"Whoa lady, chill out!" he pleaded, waving his hands.
"N-A-R-U-T-O!" Sakura warned. The seventh hokage tried to back away and pleaded with her.
"Um Sakura-chan!" he exclaimed, looking over at Sarada for help.
Sarada sighed, there was no helping it, "um mum…" she started, but as the pink haired woman's fist flew a gust of wind swept by them and an arm shrouded in black material caught Sakura's wrist in mid motion.
"He might deserve it but hitting the hokage is a criminal offense" a cold tone of voice warned.
Everyone present in that moment froze all motion and all thought, blinking several times before the present situation dawned on them ever so slowly. "Hey isn't that…" Boruto asked, pointing to the man in black with black hair and dangerous eyes as he looked over to the young girl. Sarada's gaze was stunned and her mouth barely shaped the word 'father' although no sound came out of it.
"Sasuke?!" Naruto seemed overly thrilled to see his long lost friend in that moment. He was saved by the bell, so to speak.
"Sa-s-uke?" Sakura muttered his name in surprise. She was taken back by his presence but knew his touch on her arm meant that he was in fact the real thing. His cloak surrounded him and whipped around in the wind. All the chakra from her fist slowly dissipated, losing the will to hit Naruto. As it did Sasuke allowed her arm to fall down to their side, but didn't move.
"This feels awkward" Boruto mumbled out loud, crossing his arms and wondering if this was some private scene he shouldn't be witnessing. He looked at his father and saw the man look between Sakura and Sasuke and back again. He took a step back, realising it was probably their time to leave.
"URGH!" Sasuke cried out in pain as Sakura's knee met his crotch with surprising force, taking the wind out of him and forcing him to let go of her wrist and hold the affected area. Suddenly the cool man, one of the legendary heroes, didn't look so cool anymore. Boruto and Naruto grimaced in sympathy. The younger blond looked over at his female friend and became scared at the pleased smile that crossed her face.
"You think you can come back after all this time like nothing has changed!" Sakura screamed. She went to punch him a second time but the man was too fast and managed to compose himself long enough to catch her fist in his hand and twist her arm behind her back.
"Is that any way to welcome your husband home?" he asked. Sakura blushed momentarily before irritation flooded through her again. This man was toying with her and she wasn't going to let him go easy, not when they had so many witnesses. Channelling chakra through her body she stamped on his foot, causing him to wince in gasped pain and forming new found cracks in the ground beneath them. Sasuke let go of her and stumbled to one knee.
"Mum" a voice from beside Sakura snapped her out of her stupor and the woman looked down at her daughter. Sasuke studied the soon to be teenager that towered over him and his eyes widened in surprise.
"Sarada, meet your father" Sakura spoke up, verifying the fact that the girl had figured out on her own.
"Sarada?" Sasuke spoke her name as if he had said it a thousand times.
Sarada cracked her knuckles in one hand and approached the man with a dangerous smile. With her glasses, dark eyes and dark hair, the look she gave was scarier than Sakura's. Channelling her own small flow of chakra into her fist she punched her father square in the face, sending him across the street and into a neighbouring building. Boruto flinched…she is super scary, he thought, sweat pouring from his brow, I better not piss her off.
"Well isn't those nice, happy families and all…" Naruto spoke up, "come on Boruto it's time to go home!" he announced, fear evident in his wavering voice.
Boruto went to step closer to his father but Sakura stepped in between them. "Don't think I haven't forgotten about you" she threatened, "you went to hit Sarada!" she warned.
"Um…yes, but, well…" he tried to make excuses but it wasn't enough as a fist knocked him through the air to land on top of the Uchiha.
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A/N: There we go…my take on events. Both men deserved what was coming to them. Now take it into your own mind as to whether or not Sarada is Sakura's child. I hope you liked it. I hope the characters weren't too OOC either.
If you like it please review and let me know your thoughts. This was really just a one shot but if people like it enough, in time I might consider expanding it.
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