Previously:

"Boruto, let's just sit by the windows, okay?" the addressed blond blinked at her. "Oh, sure. Come on then."

They entered inside and Boruto left her side to go and set two chairs by the sun-filled windows. Sarada just had a gal to believe that she would have to change rooms soon. They joined their heads together and Sarada looked down, her father's walking figure filled her with happiness and hope.

She knew that she was going to live. He was going to give her a second life.

"As I told you," a woman's voice said, looking out of the windows of her office. Tokyo's traffic stretched far ahead. Each person, busy or jobless living their own lives… some of them living behind the bars that she would make sure to make their future homes if proven guilty. All but those two. "Be careful where you put that camera, okay? Those two are no joke, Tenten."

"I don't need you telling me that, Hinata. I want that piece of garbage behind bars just as much as you do." Tenten said from the other end, proceeding to click her tongue repeatedly. "I'm already doing that. And stop being such a worrywart, all right?"

Hinata giggled. "Oh, sorry." she said. "But Neji's arrogance-filled blood doesn't do its job right with me."

The woman on the other end laughed as well. "I know right. That's why you're the leader of the team and not him."

"The biggest mistake you've all done, in all honesty."

"Are you sure that they'll meet soon?" came Tenten's voice filled with a hint of seriousness.

"Positive." Hinata reassured her. "They'll have no choice but to discuss the goo–"

"You're going to be late!"

Hinata closed her eyes when she heard Neji's stern voice scold her yet again. That damn brother of hers was like a nagging shadow.

"Is that Neji?" Tenten asked. "He still has his old habits, doesn't he?"

"Yup," Hinata giggled. "But, I've got to go now, or else New York isn't going to wait for me. Be careful and no hard feelings."

Neji rolled his eyes, probably having anticipated Hinata's lines, while Tenten snorted. "Please, I was only thirteen. I'm gonna hang up now, got a job to do."

The beep signal was heard next, before Hinata stuffed her cell in her back-pocket and took out a hair-lace instead. Tying up her long navy blue hair, while Neji's foot was constantly rocking the floor, she threw a glance over to Karui. "Link over only information that might be useful, or if it comes out of Tenten's mouth, whatever that is, all right."

The dark skinned woman nodded her head, as her golden gaze followed the two Hyuga cousins out of the office.

It was easy to tell that Neji was angry, if his scowl-filled face was anything to go by at least. Sure, the long-haired man cared more than he should, and sure, Hinata understood fully where his attitude was coming from, it still felt controlling. But he was still her right hand, her most valuable, her partner in everything.

"Spit it out." she said.

"I know that you're not going to New York for fun, but try to relax a bit." Neji said, looking straight ahead. "The world won't end if you put your mission on hold for just a few days."

"Every second that I miss is important, big brother." she said, slightly annoyed with the tik-tok noise her boots were making.

Neji grunted. "Why didn't you want me to accompany you?"

"Because Asuma gave this job to me only." Hinata slid her arms in his. "Besides, you offered to drive me over to the airport. That's enough."

"I'm pretty sure that he said that you begged him to let you go to that conference."

"Hmph!" Hinata puffed her cheeks, a cute pout adorning her face. "He said that, didn't he?"

Neji sighed as he opened the door for Hinata to sit in the passenger seat. Once he started the car he answered. "Seriously, Hinata. I do my best to care for you. I've always done so."

"I know." she said as Neji started driving the car. Hinata turned her gaze toward the window glass for a moment, already feeling bored of the bothersome traffic in Tokyo. It took them a good portion of time-loss before Neji was able to speed up. "You know," she began. "You also have Ino and Inojin to think about. Just because Hanabi got settled down, or because you're my partner… don't forget of your family, Neji."

"I don't." he said. "I just–"

"And, we're here." Hinata exclaimed the moment the airport came into view. It just so happened that it was the perfect time for interrupting him too.

"Be careful!" Neji called, as Hinata took her bag from the backseat.

"Hai, hai, okasan."

Once everything was ready and she got her phone back, she saw that she'd received a message from Tenten.

'I saw them meet at the house. Damn, I should give myself an Oscar for actually managing to contain myself from shooting a bullet in their foreheads. On a different note, the video function is so damn good . Expect things to go down this time.'

Hinata giggled, as she put the security belt around her waist before the plane began to ascend in the morning sky. She didn't know if she should pray that things would really go down this time, maybe for the better… or maybe for the worst.

But she had years of preparing, years of dreaming to see them behind bars and there had never been a valid weapon in her hands. They always managed to slip away from her and the hunter would always end up becoming the hunted.

Hunted!

That wasn't even cutting it. She had nightmares each and every night. The things she'd lost over the years. The life she wasn't able to live. Those two had indebted her, and she wouldn't stop till being repaid.

Hence why she was going on this trip.

"The conference is for the children in need. An education center for disabled children in New York… and his fake name is Shizuma. It just happened that he has a striking resemblance to Chojuro Terumi" Asuma smirked. "I'm 100% sure that it's him. It's her son."

She sure as hell wasn't going there to turn in Tokyo empty-handed, nor was she going to relax. She would have enough time to do so after she reclaimed her debt. But for now, for that moment alone, Hinata smiled softly at the clear ocean below.

Sasuke took the bus home. He was sat at the far end, clutching the orange toy with his hands as his eyes roamed over the streets of Tokyo. There was a man holding his little child on his neck as the kid laughed, then a few meters away there was another man holding his son, Sasuke presumed, just as the little child had had a little accident with his bike.

Sasuke would turn his head to look behind him, the scenery wounding his heart like knives.

"Father!"

That word still rang in his ears. Sasuke was sure he'd heard it, though he wasn't sure just how much this new information clanged into him. He kept clutching on the little toy even when entering his house and drinking himself to death.

He knew that what he was thinking was straight up bullshit, but he couldn't stop his mind from flowing everywhere. He thought that maybe the girl had called him father on instinct, maybe because she was raised without a father… well, Sasuke hadn't known he had a child for seventeen years, and when he finally did, Sakura had told him that she thought him dead.

"I have a child now, huh?" he said to himself, while drinking a shot of some cheap beer. "And she just so happens to be sick." He clicked his tongue repeatedly. "I'm so… so… unlucky… how can this happen to me?"

His chuckle turned into a sob the moment it began as Sasuke drank yet another shot. "She was so pretty." he said with a low voice just as Yahiko slipped through the door. Sasuke had enough time to wipe his tears with his sleeve before the orange haired guy reached him.

"You're drinking in daytime now? Did something happen?"

Sasuke shook his head, while still leaving his back to face him.

"By the way," Yahiko said, always being quick to change topics. "I'm planning to buy a digital camera. I have a date with Konan this weekend." He took a shot of his own. "Though I'm feeling as if I'm just wasting money to buy one you know what I mean. Ugh, what the hell is this shit?" he grunted at the weird taste of the beer. "Anyway, I knew I shouldn't have bought that Samsung phone back then. Their cameras suck big time."

"Yahiko." Sasuke called out of the blue.

"What is it?" he asked. "In case you wanted to tell me, yes, I did notice that you're lying down not wearing your suit."

"Why… why is my heart hurting so much?" Sasuke asked him hesitantly, not bringing up his hands to wipe more tears that were falling on his pillow.

"Heart? Do you have a heart disease?" Yahiko chuckled. "You're not serious, right?"

"Yeah," Sasuke said. "Of course I'm not."

Ino smiled even as a frown adorned her face. She'd woken up pretty early today, though not really being able to sleep. She'd stuck a note on their fridge, informing Inojin to warm his food. She'd also prepared a light breakfast for both her and Neji to eat before they both had to go to their respective jobs.

Though her husband liked to be pretty discrete when it came to his. She didn't mind though. A job was a job… a secret was a secret.

It didn't stop her from asking about what his future plans were nonetheless.

"Not much. I'll be cooped up in the office since Hinata will be out of the country for the weekend."

Hinata was his little sister. Well, not really a sister, but his cousin whom Neji loved and cared for as if she were his sister. She was, shortly said, lovely. In fact, after Sakura, Hinata was her closest friend. Though, she was one of most reserved people Ino had ever met. You would never be able to get an invitation to her apartment for example.

Neji had made sure to drive her to the hospital first before going to his own work. They'd shared a small peck on the lips as Ino was preparing to get out of the car.

Now she was trembling. She was as excited and nervous as Sakura would probably be.

She was holding a very important envelope on her hands. The results of Mr. Uchiha's. She wondered why hadn't Sakura been the one to take them before her. She'd had her shift last night and she was working today as well, so she should've been the first to get the result.

She shook her uniform and straightened up her posture before sliding her office' door open. How she pitied that woman… against her own will.

There she was, asleep, with her forehead above her desk where some documents had been scattered all around. Her extremely unruly pink hair had revealed her rosy-skinned neck.

Ino walked toward her and shook her gently. Sakura moved, slowly adjusting to the disturbing lighting of her office, covering up a yawn with the back of her hand.

"I didn't notice when I fell asleep." she said.

Ino nodded her head, mentally ordering herself not to begin to pace around and just take a seat. She took a coffee can from her uniform pocket and extended it toward her. "Here, I thought you might need one."

"Thanks, Ino." Sakura said while opening the can. Taking a sip, she noticed that her friend was nervous. "Did something happen?" Sakura asked.

"I, uh," Ino swallowed. "I got the results, but I haven't opened them yet. That is supposed to be your job." She slid the envelope over to her friend.

Sakura's eyes widened at the information, barely containing the urge to choke on her drink. The envelope that controlled her happiness or her biggest misery was right in front of her, crying to reveal its secrets.

Her hands were sweating profusely and her heartbeat was loud when she finally decided to open the little thing and uncover its content.

She couldn't bear the thought of reading all of it, despite it being the etiquette of every medic of her caliber. She was feeling restless, eagerly wanting to push through to the very end of it where it read: He is eligible.

He is eligible.

Tears graced her beautiful emerald eyes, as she brought up one hand to cover her mouth. Ino had moved to stay by her side and was clutching hard on her shoulder. She said something, but Sakura's ears weren't willing to hear anything. She rose off her chair and hugged her blonde friend with every bit of strength she'd cultivated these past few months that she'd been hanging from a weak straw. They cried their eyes out.

That straw had become a strong rope.

Sasuke was eligible.

▬ ■ ■, ■ ▬, ▬ ■, ▬ ▬ ■, ■, ■ ▬ ■.

Tenten read the symbols that to a simple person would've looked like some weird gibberish language. To her however, it meant that she was falling inside a dark abyss.

Her husband, her son, her desire for revenge… all of those were about to vanish, like some treasure that never belonged to her. Tenten's whole being trembled in fear and rage.

DANGER

She knew that the house that snake had bought for them was under vigilance. If only she'd known it before. Well, she had no time to waste now.

She dialed Hinata immediately, only to have the call forwarded. She dialed Karui next and when the woman answered the phone, the only message Tenten left was a short one. "Tell Hinata I miss her." It was a special code between the two of them. Only she would know, only she would be able to carry what she was going to leave in half.

She walked the streets of Tokyo in one breath. She'd have to lay low for a while. Maybe she'd call Gaara after she would finish this little job of hers.

But her mind was racing against time. She only hoped that the camera would be safe at least.

She reached the shop where Uchiha worked and slipped inside. He was there, talking on his phone, looking as if in a hurry. He'd have no time for her that was for sure, but… it wasn't as if Tenten had time either. She'd need to squeeze the life out of it.

"I need you to keep this for me." she said.

"I'm busy." the Uchiha made an effort to dismiss her.

"Well you have to keep this, now."

"Stop joking and leave al–"

"Please." Tenten pleaded, sliding the camera inside.

He sighed frustratingly and put his cell down. "Fine, take this check." he told her, sliding a white paper that had the numbers '5000000 ' written and a stamp signifying its value. Sasuke saw the woman rush out of the shop and grunted again. Now, the only thing he had was a digital camera and… the information of him being able to save his daughter's life.

His inner self was dancing from happiness. He'd been restless all morning, his fingers itching to dial the hospital number over and over and yet every time he wanted to push the call button, they would freeze.

He'd called her minutes before the brunette came into the shop and Sakura had asked him to come over to the hospital, since the results showed him to be eligible as a donor. Of course he would go, as soon as he would take a shower and have decent clothes on his body that is.

Not knowing where to put the bothersome camera, Sasuke slid it in his huge pockets of his pants and took his jacket. The weather was pretty chill in this March morning.

He hurried back home and didn't even bother to greet Yahiko who was packing for his date with Konan on the mountains. He got rid of his pants and sweater and saw himself in the shower. He heard Yahiko yelling something about the digital camera he'd brought along and Sasuke yelled back with affirmation.

He really couldn't care less about shit like that in the slightest. He had somewhere else to be.

He didn't even have the need to knock on Sakura's office for the door to fly open and a smiling Sakura hugged him, so much so that it hurt his neck.

The blonde woman – whose name was Ino, Sasuke recalled – cleared her throat and Sakura moved away from him, sitting on her chair and motioning for him to sit across from her.

"So, I can donate my bone marrow?" Sasuke asked the moment he made himself comfortable.

"According to this," Sakura slid the results over to his side. "you can."

"Truth be told," Ino cut in. "Sarada is pretty lucky. Thank God you found him in time, Sakura."

Sakura nodded her head. "I can't wait to tell her."

She noticed Sasuke's gaze piercing through her. "Was she that bad?" he asked.

Sakura's breath halted for a few seconds. She was contemplating on whether to tell him the truth or not at first. but maybe him knowing would make him not take the situation lightly. Besides… Ino was no stranger to her story either. "Well," she began. "if it wasn't for you, it was pretty hopeless."

"When's the surgery then?" Sasuke asked. "I mean I can do it today even."

"Your readiness is remarkable Mr. Sasuke, but Sarada would need to have a preparatory period at first." Ino told him before heading out. "Anyhow, I'm busy now, billboard brow. See you soon."

"Ugh, pig. Just leave already." Both women giggled at each other's childish antics.

"Uhm," Sasuke cleared his throat. "For how long?"

Sakura let out a loud breath. "She has to undergo an examination and other procedures as well. So… 27th of this month would be okay." Sakura said.

"March 27th huh? It's perfect." he exclaimed. "One day before your birthday." he added and Sakura's eyes widened. She glanced at her calendar block on her desk and saw a red circle over the date of the 31st. Sarada's birthday… she'd forgotten hers to be completely honest. "Yeah, maybe I'll have a nice birthday present this year."

"What about me?" he asked. "I mean, what should I do until then?"

"You should make sure you don't get any wound infections."

"Just that?" he inquired. "Then sure, I'll keep that in mind."

Sakura nodded her head but didn't say anything. She really didn't know what to say next hence why an awkward silence befell them. "I'll… I'll call you before the date of surgery."

Sasuke looked at her and shook his head slightly. "No need for that. I don't deny that I'm an asshole but I'll remember Sarada's surgery. Don't worry."

Sakura averted her gaze slightly. "Take care of yourself." she said. "Until the date of the surgery." she added in an effort not to get misunderstood by him. She didn't want Sasuke to think that she cared for him… still.

"Don't worry about that either." Sasuke said, a small smile creeping up his lips. "I'm gonna go now." he said and rose up from his chair.

Sakura rose as well, or made an effort to rise, since Sasuke stopped her with a sign of his hand. "I know my way, don't worry. I'll see myself out."

Sakura didn't press the matter any longer and glanced over to her calendar one more time, a wide smile adorning her face. Yes, she would receive the best birthday gift this year, she was sure of it. Walking over to her windows, she noticed Sasuke playing with an orange toy that looked really familiar to her and Sakura gasped. It was Kurama, Sarada's first plush toy given to her by Naruto on her tenth birthday.

She wondered on how had the little toy come into Sasuke's possession? Had he… had he seen Sarada already? Sakura wondered, as she witnessed him sliding the toy back in the pocket of his jacket before taking his phone out and closing it to his ear. He was receiving a call, Sakura concluded. She closed the view of her windows.

"You really are an idiot, you know that, right?"

"I've told you countless times already. I am an idiot, but you're stuck with me, because without you I'm like a fish out of water, so deal with it."

"You know what else looks like a fish out of water? An idiot who refuses to get proper education. Seriously, Boruto. What the fuck?"

"Hey, language." Boruto exclaimed, pointing a finger at his girlfriend's direction. "We're in a hospital room."

Sarada rolled her eyes. "Can you not try so pathetically to change the subject?"

Boruto sighed. "Why does it matter if I fail this year? I want to graduate with you, is it so bad?"

"Yes." Sarada answered bluntly. "Boruto, I know that you have hopes of me surviving, and I wish with all my heart to survive too, but I still have no donor…" she heard him swallow. "And a donor is exactly what I need to live."

Boruto glared down, rubbing his nails on his pants. "I'm not going to school this Monday, and that's final." He said, raising his head. "Please don't make me push my point even further. Not only that, but you alone haven't really told me that you don't want me to stay here instead, so I don't see what the big idea is."

"I need you." she said. "Not gonna lie to you, I really need you. I just don't want to ru–"

"Don't you dare finish that." Boruto sighed, rising off the couch and walking to sit on the edge of her bed. He took her hand in his and sighed. He had to think of something that would cheer her up. Maybe he could even make some compromise with her. "Damn you woman," he puffed his cheeks cutely, making Sarada giggle. "Yeah, whatever, I'll go to school… twice a week." he said, before Sarada had any chance to brighten up her visage.

Instead she rolled her eyes. "That's no good either, banana head." She smacked him lightly on his arm.

"Hey," Boruto rubbed the place. "For you information, I'm not an idiot even if I look like one and you know it just as well as I do how quick I can adapt. Besides, this way I guess I will not enter our school's bingo book."

Sarada chuckled and shook her head, condemning herself to handle her blond idiot. "I am glad that you want us to graduate together actually." she confessed finally. "And I'm sorry, for mentioning my situation."

Boruto brought up his knuckles and hit her forehead lightly, even if he knew that it irritated her. "If you don't want to apologize then maybe you shouldn't say it in the first place. You're doing no good to either of us."

"Will you forgive me?" Sarada looked at him with those shiny black puppy eyes, her lips pursed together like some Geisha's.

"As if I could say 'No' when you give me that Holy Look." He said and they both laughed, Boruto falling on the bed atop of her legs. It was in that position when Sakura walked in with raised eyebrows and widened eyes that Boruto saw his life flash before his eyes. He barely contained his urge of choking right there before getting up and scratching behind his neck.

"Auntie, I swear it isn't as bad as it looked." he told her.

Sakura gave him an amused look. "Oh believe me, Boruto, it looked anything but bad, so don't you worry." she said, and Boruto sighed in relief. Sarada clicked her tongue at his reactions before looking toward her mother.

"Are you here for my checkups?"

"No," Sakura said, making her way toward her. "I'm here to tell you that by your 18th birthday, Boruto." she gave him a side glance. "Sarada will have her surgery done." She gave her daughter the widest and warmest smile she'd ever had. "We found the right donor for you."

Boruto's mouth hung open, while Sarada stared at her unblinking. She clutched on her necklace instinctively with her right hand while her left one was squeezing Boruto's with all her strength.

"So both of you enjoy some free time while you can, because once your surgery is done and– Sara…da" she stopped when she noticed her daughter's beautiful eyes watering and a tear slipping from them. Boruto embraced her in a bone-crushing hug and smiled at Sakura with tearful eyes as well.

Sarada still wasn't moving at all. She was aware of her surroundings, like her mother's worried look, or her boyfriend's hug, and her tears, but her stance was unwilling to be broken. "I," Sarada began, almost bloodying her hand from clutching on her fan-necklace too hard. "I would wonder how heaven looks like sometimes. I'd heard it is a nice place." She willed another tear to adorn her cheeks. "I'd heard that but… I still was afraid to go there on my own."

"Sarada," Boruto whispered her name.

"I had acted strong for so long, but I've been scared all this time. I–"

"I'm so sorry." Sakura said and took her in a hug, after Boruto had released her. "My baby, I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry it got so late. I'm so very sorry."

Boruto understood that they needed a moment of their own, hence why he got out of the room, dialing his dad's number next. The phone rang for about three times before it was picked up by him. "What is it?" Naruto asked, yawning across.

If it was any other situation, Boruto would have rolled his eyes, but he was too happy to deal with shit like that in such a time of joy. "Dad, there's a donor for Sarada."

"And? Why would you ca – WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?" he shouted and Boruto chuckled. "Yeah, Aunt Sakura came in and told us that she'll get her surgery done by the 27th of this month."

"Oh shit," Naruto exclaimed, his happiness coming through the phone. "I'm coming over now, so just end the call, okay? OY HIMA WAKE UP WE GOTTA–"

"See you then." Boruto said, aware of the fact that it probably didn't go through his dad and ended the call. His days… No, their days of happiness were only beginning.

"Why would that person need a watch from our storage again?" Sasuke asked Kidomaru when he arrived at the shop. "I hope you have a good explanation as to why I spent almost an hour looking around for this."

"Because she wanted to buy an expensive one." It was Sakon the one who answered him. "Here's her address. I'm sure she'll be happy to see you."

Sasuke felt his left brow twitch. "What is that supposed to mean? Who even is she?"

"Oh, you know, Denny."

"Who?"

It was Sakon's turn to roll his eyes as he flipped another page from his newspaper. "The brunette with the double buns that comes here often."

"That's why we're telling you to go." Kidomaru said. "In my honest opinion that woman has the hots for you, if you know what I mean."

"You idiot, that's gross." Sasuke reached over and smacked him across his head. That woman was married for fuck's sake… wasn't she? She'd told him that she was the other day.

"So you won't go?" Sakon asked with a raised eyebrow.

Sasuke sighed. "Fine, I'm in a good mood today, so I'll go. Tch." He said and walked out, failing to notice the look both men gave to each other.

Her house – if he was being honest – was pretty cute, if its boysenberry color was anything to go by at least. He got ready to knock when he saw that the door was open and entered inside. Once in the entryway, Sasuke couldn't help but chill over the deep silence this place had. Like a mourning one. "Is anyone here?" he called and walked with slower steps than usual. "Miss?" he called again.

A pain on his neck was the only thing he felt before he fell on the cold floor.

…

Sasuke grunted in pain as his dark eyes opened, slowly and hardly trying to adjust to the room's brightness.

The last thing he remembered was that he'd entered the brunette's house and now his head was hurting. Maybe he'd been hit with something, but one thing that he knew for sure, was that he wasn't tied up. He sat up from the floor and brought up his right hand to hold his head up when he saw it. His hand was soaked in red.

He looked down. His throat, his shirt, the floor… and the brunette woman was lying down, eyes opened and unfocused.

Sasuke gasped, having been startled at first, only to feel his other hand clutching on something wet and cold. He looked down again and his eyes widened at the sight. He had been clutching on a blood-stained knife.

The woman was dead, Sasuke came into the painful conclusion. But he hadn't killed her… right?

No, he couldn't have. Someone had knocked him out, hadn't it?

It wasn't him. Sasuke's whole body and soul trembled, so much so that he could swear he was feeling his teeth make clicking noises of panic.

"It's not me!" Sasuke exclaimed in a low tone while shaking his head desperately. "I didn't do it. It's not me."

He murmured repeatedly in front of the dead woman's blood-bathed body as he tossed the bloody knife away.

He had used his bare hands to do it… the fool.

His thoughts raced wildly as he processed what had happened to him. He'd been summoned to her house, to their trap. He had been in the wrong place in the most wrong of times he could ever be.

The woman – he couldn't even remember her name – was on the floor, her brown eyes were facing at his direction – but not at him, he knew that much. She was dead, how could she face him? Her usual Chinese double buns styled brown hair now were down – it would've probably reached her mid-waist if Sasuke had ever seen her like that.

He never did.

Not for a single minute, not for a single time had he given a second glance toward her whenever she came to the shop and now, he was going to pay for it.

Why now?

Why him?

Most importantly… Why him again?

Normally, he would always tell him beforehand. Why hadn't there been any wa–

Sasuke was cut short of his inner storm when the door was flung open and the policemen barged inside with their guns pointed at him.

AUTHOR'S NOTES

Oh My God, I'm so sorry for the long wait, it's been almost 6 weeks since this story got updated but don't you guys worry. This story will not be abandoned. I just… had valid reasons (not really, these are my lame excuses) not to update earlier. But seriously, I wrote three fluffy oneshots (that's right, no sign of angst in either of them) for the holiday season for our dearest Naruto characters (feel free to check them out/ especially YOU, borusara lovers).

Wow, finally I did good use of the prologue hehe, well the story is in the beginning stages and I seriously can't wait to share more.

I wonder what's the real reason as to why I did put Sarada's surgery on Boruto's birthday :smirk::smirk:

Thanks to all the people who reviewed/favorited/followed and I welcome you all to this emotional journey I'll put those characters through.

Phew, Tenten bit the dust didn't she (poor Gaara and Shinki that in this fic are portrayed as her husband and son).

ALSO, a short note, I told you guys before that the characters might act a little OOC from what they usually act in canon so don't complain to me about Sasuke and/or Hinata for the latter not acting all cute and shy and whatever. She's portrayed as a woman close to her forties. With what logic would I write Hinata blushing and stuttering in her forties? Not only that, but she doesn't do that in Boruto either.

Anyway, she's not a housewife in this either because I don't have any use for it.

Also, Tenten's message is in Morse Code and means "DANGER"

Other than that, please Read and Review! JA NE!