To those who are following me due to my past NaruSaku related fics, those have probably come to an end. Not much reason as to why other than I've been getting into the Boruto anime and it's proving to be semi-interesting and quite sentimental. Not to mention it's brought an amazing character dynamic to table that I love: Boruto Uzumaki and Sarada Uchiha. Obviously if you read the description, you'd know that's what this story is. Love these new characters!

Anyway, on to my newest one-shot series. Please enjoy!


They were always told they worked well together. Mitsuki and ChōChō seemed inclined to tease them endlessly about their "budding romance." Of course, Boruto and Sarada would just ignore them and chop it up to being "close friends." However, it was a popular subject even to those who were not as provoking as Mitsuki and ChōChō.

Boruto remembered growing up and hearing his friends mumble about them under their breaths when they thought he wasn't listening. Like the time Shikadai, Inojin, Boruto, and Sarada all came back from a special escorting mission. It was after Sarada had become a Chuunin and his dad had assembled her first team. They came back with a only a few scratches on them and a few bumps in the road. They reported rouge Ninja had attacked, but they were quick to deal with them.

"These rogues," Naruto spoke up, crossing his arms and leaning back in his chair, "They wouldn't happen to have any relation to the gang of high-ranking criminals that have been trying to steal information from Katasuke's research, would they?"

Sarada nodded, "They were, Hokage-sama. We made sure to bring them back to the village with minimal injuries. I wouldn't be surprised if they were already being questioned."

"Only 'cause we were holding back—we could've kicked their asses all the way to Sunagakure if we wanted—!" Boruto was silenced by Sarada's hand clamping it shut, the rest of his sentenced muffled behind her palm.

"Be quiet," she warned him with a glare. Struggling out of her hold, he chose to heed her words, staying quiet but crossing his arms in a small pout. Sarada took a step forward and continued with her mission's report.

"I must say," Naruto said after hearing the details, "You handled this mission nicely. Well done, I'm impressed!" He flashed a grin, eyes squinting shut and cheeks rising high on his face.

"It shouldn't be a surprise," Shikadai said quietly to Inojin (assuming Boruto wasn't listening to them.) His hands were shoved lazily in his pockets as he leaned back in a full-body groan, "They are Sarada and Boruto. Any mission with the two of them may as well be stamped with 'success.'" Inojin gave a small smirk, nodding, and then whispering something back—too quiet for Boruto to hear, but by the way Shikadai scoffed knowingly in response made Boruto assume it was still about the same subject.

He ignored them, like he did with everyone else, and tried to pay attention to what his father was rambling on and on about.

Why do they make such a big deal out of it? he wondered, frowning, Besides, we're a team, of course we're close. How can we be a team and not have good teamwork?

But he knew, begrudgingly, that they were referring to something other than teamwork.

"Tch," his frown got tighter and he looked down at his feet.

Currently, however, Boruto found himself at his favorite training spot near the old Uchiha grounds. It's where Sasuke would always take him to train—although his sensei hasn't been around much lately, and if he's able to stop by the village, it's never long enough to get any training in. And so, Boruto works on his own, throwing shuriken after shuriken at the wooden target.

He doesn't like it when people assume something of him. He grew up under a large umbrella of assumption as the Hokage's son, and he hated it. It was the second worst thing about his old man taking that stupid job. He was never home and forced an image on his family. He and his old man were in a much better place now, but that doesn't mean it still didn't suck.

I'm my own person, Boruto thought as he grunted, throwing a shuriken harshly at the target. "I'd like to live my own life and make my own goddamn decisions," he mumbled, throwing two at once to purposely change the trajectory of one of the projectiles, missing the bullseye by just a sliver.

He groaned, rubbing his face and looking angrily at the target. He really must be out of it, considering he missed the bullseye. At this point, Sasuke had drilled this technique into him that he could do it blindfolded (literally, he could, and hit multiple targets dead center—not that he was bragging.)

"What's got you in such a mood?" he heard a voice ask behind him. He didn't even have to turn around to know who it was.

Boruto threw another shuriken, heaving a deep sigh. "Nothing, I'm not in a mood," he replied, reaching in his pouch to find he was out of ammunition. He turned around, "What are you doing here, Sarada?"

She frowned, crossing her arms and raising her eyebrows, "You know, it's not like I train here too or anything."

He smiled passively and waved his arm at her, "Well I'll clean up and get out of you way then."

"No, stay. I could use a sparing partner," she said, walking over to help him pick up the shuriken. "Besides, I think you could too. I've never seen your throwing this off in a while," she scoffed.

"Hey, it's not like I'm an Uchiha—shuriken shit is your guys' specialty not mine," he said lamely.

Sarada gave him a dead-look, "Yes, the Uchiha do specialize in shuriken jutsu, so it's a good thing you've been being trained by one for years." She gave him the shuriken she had collected, letting them fall carefully into his hand. "Or perhaps not, considering this sad display. Maybe I should tell Papa he should be a bit stricter," she teased him, a smirk finding its way to her lips.

Boruto shoved the pieces of metal back into his pouch, "Yeah, well I'd welcome that if your dad wasn't gone all the damn time," he mumbled.

However he quickly bit his tongue knowing he said the wrong thing.

"—Ah, Sarada… I didn't mean…" his incomplete apology froze on his lips, idling as he watched Sarada's gaze harden.

But instead of a threatening glare and a harsh come-back (which Boruto more than believed he deserved), she sighed, plopping herself on the ground and leaning back on her arms. "Guess we both have daddy-issues, huh?" she said, looking up at him.

"Wh-what would make you think I've got 'daddy-issues' right now?" he acted nonchalant, sitting down next to her, their spar briefly forgotten.

"Oh come on, Boruto. There's only one thing in this entire world that can have you as distracted as you are now, and that's Hokage-sama," she said, leaning towards him and tapping his head-piece with her pointer-knuckle. "When will you get it through your thick skull? I know you all too well."

Maybe so, he thought, laughing awkwardly, but I'm not so sure this is a 'daddy-issue' this time. "I guess you do," he said, noticing their close proximity. She moved back and leaned further down, letting herself fall onto the grass beside him.

"You know, I'm pretty content just laying here right now. Maybe I don't need to spar," she sighed. "Besides, just like I said, we know each other too well. Sometimes sparing you feels like sparing my own reflection," she looked up at him through the corner or her eyes.

Boruto acted offended, laying down beside her and putting his arms behind his head, "What are you even talking about? I look way cooler when I fight than you do."

"Take that back," she smacked his arm, acting offended.

"No can do, Sarada. But I guess we're lucky we're a team then, huh? The other guys never know what hits'em," he grinned.

"Probably because they weren't even hit to begin with considering your pathetic excuse for shuriken jutsu," she said, hiding her smile.

Boruto jumped up, getting into an attack position. "That's it—we're sparing. Let's go, I'm ready!" he said, bouncing on his toes.

"Getting riled up, how predictable," she mused, standing up and jumping back, getting into an attack position herself.

"Let's see how predictable you think my new improvised technique is!" he threatened playfully.

Yeah, they knew each other pretty well. They were a team, after all. But Boruto would be lying if he said it didn't sometimes feel like there was something else to it.


Thanks for tuning in. These guys are just the greatest right now. I go through fazes with characters and fandoms, so who knows how long this'll last, but I'm enjoying while it does. This chapter was a pretty generic one. I just really enjoyed writing their characters and figuring out how I'll be writing them in the future.

-LovelySheree