NaruSaku Prompts
Spazzgirl here, this really isn't a new story. I'm just posting up prompts I did on Tumblr and just uploading them here. All the prompts are different kinds of AU's or situations for Naruto and Sakura.
NaruSaku prompt: Shinachiku having nightmares about the Last and ch700, because using Naruto for these kind of things is really redundant
Disclaimer: I claim no ownership of any characters used
He didn't understand what was going on. One moment he was being tucked to bed with his parents, and then all of a sudden he woke up.
In a place that should be familiar
Frightened and panic, the young blonde child had no idea what to do. He knew for certain that his father was the seventh Hokage. Emerald eyes widened as he saw a familiar figure up ahead. Running up with a smile he called out for the man.
"DAD!"
The figure turned around and Shinachiku couldn't believe his eyes.
No way
It just couldn't be
This man looked like his father but at the same time didn't.
"Uh are you lost kid?"
Shinachiku felt a pair of eyes glare at him and was met with cerulean eyes that belonged to his father. Standing next to Shinachiku's look alike father, was basically a carbon copy, except the hair was a bit weird and the boy and two whisker marks on each cheek.
He took a step back. "I'm sorry," Shinachiku gripped the first Hokage's necklace that was around his neck. "You just look like my dad."
"Why do you look like my dad," Bolt growled out.
Naruto smacked his son, "Behave Bolt."
"Whatever," was the response Naruto got from him.
Shinachiku shook his head and ran off, not bothering to stop when Naruto called out to him.
"Just what is going on?" Looking up, he saw his mother. "Mom!"
Sakura turned around and looked at the small blonde.
"Bolt, why do you look different, and where's your whisker marks?"
Shinachiku frowned. "No, I'm not this Bolt person, I'm your son Shinachiku. And my father is Naruto Uzumaki!"
The rosette laughed. "Me marry to that blonde idiot," she ruffled his hair, "you really are cute but why would I ever marry Naruto?"
"BECAUSE YOU LOVE HIM! YOU AND DAD LOVE EACH OTHER A LOT!"
Sakura sighed, "Listen kid, whatever medication you're on, please stop taking them."
"Mother," the two looked up and saw Sarada, "I got the vegetables you needed." The Uchiha fixed her glasses. "What's with the new look Bolt?"
"I'M NOT BOLT! MY NAME IS SHINACHIKU UZUMAKI, SON TO NARUTO AND SAKURA UZUMAKI!"
Sarada just laughed. "Hilarious, my mom married to the seventh Hokage, you're so weird."
Shinachiku didn't know what was going on, so he continued to run, not understanding what was going on. He was certain that his parents loved each other, that's why he was born, because of their love.
"This is so wrong," he cried out, "why are they with different people?" He sat beneath a tree and cried. "I don't want to be here anymore." He covered his ears. "I WANT TO GO HOME!"
"Shina-chan, wake up." Startled, the young blonde sat up quickly and panted. He felt a familiar presence next to him. "Are you okay Shinachiku?"
"M-mom?"
Sakura smiled at her son, "Yes honey, it's me."
"Is everything alright?" The two looked up, standing at Shinachiku's door was his father. "I heard screaming."
The rosette gave her husband a reassuring smile. "Yes, Shina-chan just had a nightmare."
"Really," the older blonde sat himself next to his copy, "you want to talk about it?"
Shinachiku frowned, "I was in Konoha, it felt like home, except you two weren't married."
His parents laughed.
"Let me guess, I was married to Hinata?"
"And I was married to Sasuke?"
Shinachiku nodded, "And two had kids named Bolt and Sarada."
Naruto stroke his son's hair. "Listen Shinachiku, it was just a nightmare, it's not real." He then playfully ruffled the smaller boy's hair. "You're mother and I love each other very much, nothing will ever change that."
Sakura nodded, "Your father is too hardheaded when it comes to getting things he want and not giving up."
"Because that's my nindo Sakura-chan, dattebayo."
Shinachiku smiled at his parents, he knew that in reality that both his parents loved one another, and nothing would ever change that.
