Good tidings everyone! So, I'll be brief. Ever since I read the last Naruto chapter last month, I've had Naruto on the brain, and this story just kind of flowed out of it. I've been reading Naruto for about seven years (I know, less than half of the time it's been around) and having it end is bittersweet. Anyway, this story is about Bolt, Sarada, and Himawari.

(12/6/14) Even though this story did kind of flow out of a few moments of maximal creativity, I'm not too sure of it, so I'll just post the first two chapters tonight to test the waters, haha. Well, whatever the case, I hope you enjoy this story!

For goodness sake Bolt! Hold still!"

Hinata forced Bolt's yukata closed and tied it with the strap around his core. Bolt, annoyed at his mother's choice of clothes for him, squirmed around trying to get out of the outfit.

"Why do I have to wear a yukata?!" exclaimed an annoyed and unhappy Bolt, rolling his blue eyes. "Inojin doesn't have to wear one!"

"Well, I'm sorry son," said Hinata sympathetically, "but as the Hokage's family, we have to look our best during this festival."

Bolt folded his arms around his chest and rolled his eyes. "Shit…being a Hokage's son is too damn troublesome."

"Bolt!" exclaimed Hinata, her voice rising as her long-fused temper began to shorten, "watch your language!"

Bolt rolled his eyes again. "Yeah, whatever…"

Hinata frowned sympathetically toward her son. Although she was angry that Bolt was using coarse language around her, she could understand her son's dissatisfaction. Ever since Naruto had become the Hokage, the rest of the family rarely got to see him. When he did come home in the late hours of the night, it was only to eat (usually a cup of instant ramen), spend a little time with his wife, then fall asleep until he had to wake up before anyone else in the family and return to his office. Bolt was not alone in his frustration.

Hinata kind of felt it too, but having grown up beside her husband, she understood how much being the Hokage meant to him, and did her best to work around his schedule, especially when he did whatever he could to try and spend what little time he could with his family. This usually meant only a few hours a week.

"Bolt…" said Hinata, rubbing her son's back as she sat next to him on the bed. "I know it's hard, especially with your father working most of the day, but we have to understand that he doesn't just belong to us anymore…he belongs to the village. Everyone respects him and because they respect him, they respect us, because of all the sacrifices that we have to make. This job is very important to your father, Bolt, he's wanted to be the Hokage ever since he was your age."

"Huh," Bolt scoffed, "why would anyone want to be a stupid Hokage. Especially when they can't even spend time with their own kids…"

"That's why I thought you'd be excited for this festival, Bolt," smiled Hinata, "we get to spend the whole night with him."

"Yeah…" said Bolt, "but he won't be spending time with us. He'll just be spending his time next to us."

Hinata sighed. She knew her son was right. "Well, then I guess you can spend your time with your friends."

Bolt gave an angry frown. "None of my friends are here."

Hinata raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean? What about Shikadai?"

"He and his mom head out for the Sand Village whenever school lets out for the summer."

"…Oh…" said Hinata. "That's right. Temari goes back home every summer. But what about Chocho?"

"Same story, different place," replied Bolt, "they all go to the Cloud Village every summer."

"Oh," said Hinata, a little disappointed, "then I suppose Choji won't be spending the festival with us."

"Who's Choji?" asked Bolt.

"Oh," said Hinata quickly, "just one of my old friends. He's Chocho's father."

"What?" laughed Bolt, "you mean that fatso!"

"Bolt!" exclaimed Hinata, "hold your tongue!"

Bolt lowered his head.

"Well, you could play with Inojin, "said Hinata.

Bolt have an audible sigh. "Inojin's such a stick in the mud," said Bolt, "he never wants to do anything fun."

Hinata gave her son a suspicious look. "And what, may I ask, do you mean by that?"

A chill ran down Bolt's spine as he could almost feel his mother eyeing him down. It was especially scary for him as he knew his mother had the Byakugan.

"Oh nothing, nothing," Bolt quickly uttered trying to calm his mother down.

"Bolt?" Hinata questioned, "what are you planning to do tonight?"

"Oh mother," Bolt said in faux innocence, "whatever do you mean?"

"Bolt!" exclaimed Hinata, "tonight is a big night for your father and for our family! You better not play any prank!"

Bolt conceded as his facial expression changed into a huge smirk. "But Mom! It's so easy!"

"No Bolt!" exclaimed Hinata, "I don't want you pulling any pranks! We're still cleaning Gaara's sand out of the village streets!"

"They sure don't call it the Sand Waterfall for nothing."

"And they just finished the repairs on the top of the Third Lord Hokage's mountain head!

"Finding out how I did that really was mind-blowing."

"And Auntie Sakura spent all of last month working overtime healing those people who got allergic reactions from 'The Curry Incident.'"

"Okay, that one was not one of my better ideas, but Lee-sensei really liked it!"

"Bolt! Please!" exclaimed a dead-serious Hinata to her son, "please…no pranks!"

"But!"

"No!"

"But what if!"

"No!"

"But in the event that…"

"Bolt!" exclaimed Hinata, almost shouting, "No pranks!"

"But Mom!" whined Bolt, "I'm the Prankster Prince! It's what I do!"

"Bolt!" said Hinata, elongating the syllables in her son's name for effect. "No pranks! You're the reason why Grandpa Hiashi doesn't invite us to Hyuga events anymore."

"Come on Mom!" laughed Bolt, "don't play games! You don't want to go to those stuffy Hyuga ceremonies anyway!"

Hinata began to frown. "Be that as it may…" began Hinata in a tone that wanted to get to the point and change the subject, "it does not change the fact that your pranks have caused a great deal of trouble in this village and has shamed your father's reputation."

"Dad saved the fucking world, Mom," said Bolt, "pretty sure someone would have to try pretty hard to disrespect that."

Bolt began to laugh. "Even if he kicked puppies or something people'll still bow lower when they meet him.

Bolt began to laugh heavily. "Even if he killed someone or started a war, saving the world would probably get you a comfy place somewhere!"

Hinata give a quick chuckle. "Don't be so sure," she said softly to herself.

"Anyway!" said Hinata standing up from Bolt's bed, "You and Himawari better get ready to go! We leave in five minutes!"

"Whoa!" exclaimed Bolt, "what about Dad! He's not back from work yet!"

"Dad will meet us at the festival grounds."

"Huh!" exclaimed Bolt, "you'd think he's ashamed to walk with us or something."

"Bolt!" said Hinata from another room where she was checking on Himawari, "Don't talk like that!"

Bolt sighed to himself as he looked out the window at the summer evening. The sun had not yet set and a few people of the village were making their way to the festival grounds. Bolt leaned his head on his hand and stared out into the setting sun.

"Guess I'll just play hide and seek with Himawari or something…"

In another part of the village, Sakura was busy dressing herself in her summer yukata. It was white with pink cherry blossoms with a small Uchiha fan on the pink sash around her belly.

"Sarada!" called Sakura, "help me put on my yukata!"

Sarada walked into the room dressed in her pink yukata. Her hair, which normally covered her forehead, was pulled back in a clip and she had some make up on. Despite her dark hair color clashing oddly with her attire, she looked quite adorable. Well, she would have looked adorable, if it wasn't for the scowl on her face.

"Fine Mom," said Sarada, "whatever."

"Thank you Sweetie!" said Sakura cheerfully.

As Sarada tied her mother's sash, Sakura couldn't help but look at her daughter in the mirror in her room.

"Sarada," began Sakura, "why aren't you wearing the sash with the Uchiha fan design on it?"

Sarada raised her eyebrow. "Why should I wear that?"

Sakura gave her daughter a look of disbelief. "Because you're an Uchiha."

"I'm not an Uchiha mom!" said Sarada, "I don't know what that even means!"

Sakura frowned. "It means that you're a part of the great Uchiha clan. One of the most powerful ninja clans in the world."

"Mom…" said Sarada, a little annoyed, "I really don't care about being an Uchiha. I don't know anyone who's an Uchiha. I feel more like you and your parents."

Sakura gave a sad smile. "Sarada…I'm sorry you feel that way. I mean…I'm glad you identify with my and Grandpa and Grandma, but…that's not your only heritage."

As Sarada spoke, she finished tying her mother's sash, "There's only one other Uchiha in the world and its Dad. Who cares about being part of some long dead clan? It's stupid."

"It's not stupid Sarada," said Sakura as she got up to do her hair, "the Uchiha clan is one of the most important ninja clans in history. They descended from…"

Sarada began to tune out. She had heard the Uchiha clan history time and again from her mother, who definitely learned it from her father. Sarada didn't really care about being an Uchiha. Maybe she would have, if she was able to spend more time with her father, but, seeing as she wasn't able to, she didn't really care about clans and all that. Besides, people were marrying and having children so often that who knows who was part of any clan at this point. It was all just words to her.

"And after your father avenged the Uchihas because of the Massacre…"

"Hey Mom," said Sarada, "I have to do something really quick before we go. I'll see you in a few minutes."

Sakura sighed as her daughter left the room. "She never stays for that part of the story…" said Sakura quietly to herself.

To be continued in chapter 2!