Previously:

"I left Kawaki with Mother." Boruto said, looking up at him. "I will come and help you if you want."

Inojin had never thought that he would sigh in relief at hearing those words. He had never thought that it would be Boruto of all people, saying them to him .

Wow, finally reached 10 chapters, totally can't believe I made it this far, lol. Anyway, please enjoy!

SEVENTH PRINCE'S RESIDENCE;

By the time Sarada and Mitsuki reached their manor, night had already fallen upon the place and it was all thanks to the illuminated lanterns that both she and the prince were actually seeing the road they were walking upon. What irritated Sarada the most was the fact that the prince had been walking with a faster pace since the moment they got separated from the other two.

It did not go unnoticed by her, and Sarada didn't blame him at all. She didn't regret it, the fact that she'd risked herself to aid the thirteenth prince, but she could understand where his attitude was coming from. Sarada was his wife's niece and he actually cared for her a lot. A lot more than he should.

It scared her and warmed her heart at the same time.

"Are you angry by any chance?" Sarada asked in a low, cute voice. In reality, she had been walking pretty fast as well, so to keep up with him, but now she was starting to feel tired, as shown by the way she was struggling with her breathing. To think that same morning she'd thought the day was going to be long and boring. Nope.

"Why?" Sarada asked again when he did not answer her first question.

She got the same reaction as the first time.

But she would get an answer out of him, that was for sure.

"Ow… oh my." she whispered painfully, halting her steps. "Ow, my legs. I can not walk any longer."

Sarada smiled when the prince stopped walking too. He didn't turn around to look at her though.

"Ow, you know that I was running to help the prince and I got up pretty early today. I don't think I can take another step." Good grief, just turn around already!

Sarada got startled when two strong hands gripped her upper arms and forced her to face the owner of said hands. The only sound she could hear was his breath coming off erratically, same as hers. The only light she could see was the one radiating from his golden eyes, a contrast to her dark and empty orbs.

Enchanting!

"I thought I would lose you." Mitsuki said with a shaking voice.

"What?"

Mitsuki released his breath. "I… thought I would be too late. The thought of not seeing you again… I was scared." He was inching closer to her when he said those words, and she could not bring herself to move away. She did not want to move away. She could not think.

A breath!A heartbeat! A breath!A heartbeat! A breath! A heartbeat! A noise. A bre–

Wait… a noise?

"Sarada!"

"Brother!"

Mitsuki released Sarada from his grip when they saw the crowd from his manor rushing toward them. Chocho was the first one to reach them. "Sarada, are you okay? I was so worried."

"I'm okay, Chocho. Everything is just fine." Sarada reassured her with a smile, while rubbing her friend's shoulder. "What about prince Inojin?" the dark-skinned girl asked making Sarada nod again. "He's okay too."

"Sarada." Karin's worried voice reached her ears, but Sarada couldn't bear the thought of looking at her direction. What had transpired between her and her husband just now… nonetheless she did not want to leave her hanging. "Aunt Karin, I made you worry. I'm sorry."

"We sent out the men after Mitsuki left."

"And do you know how worried Mother was being?" Mitsuki heard Sumire's approach, worry and anger could be distinguished in her voice. "Go to the palace tomorrow – "

"Mitsuki?" Karin and Sumire called in unison when the blue haired man walked past them without uttering a word. Sarada followed his every step, aware that Sumire was looking at her now. The both of them were thinking the same thing, Sarada was sure of that.

He was leaving because of her.

PALACE;

Inojin groaned in pain as he massaged his right shoulder. It looked to him as if his – all over his back – red scars were laughing at him from the mirror's reflection. Boruto, just as he'd said, had companied him all the way to his room, his silent gaze following him every second.

"So…" he started. "You even disguise yourself and go out?" Boruto asked, before landing a black shirt to him. "You know that I came here just in case Mother finds out that you got hurt, but be more careful."

"Thank you." Inojin began, "thank you for your discretion and consideration."

Boruto only nodded. "This kind of outing must be common if you know people like that." he stated.

Inojin coughed. "I just happened to be unlucky."

"Sure. You were unlucky to lose a match, he was unlucky to lose an arm. Who is the one who had the highest amount of loss, I wonder?" He reached out to him, bring his arm around Inojin's aching shoulder, taking a look at himself from the mirror as well. "How will you take care of it?"

"I told you that I did not know! I did not do it." Inojin exclaimed, but did not make any move to get away from his brother.

"If you did not know about it, do you hold no responsibility?" he asked him. "You are a prince of Konoha. Do you not know you hold more responsibility the higher up you are."

Inojin chuckled in reverie and removed Boruto's hand from his shoulder, turning to look up at him. "That is very funny. Since when were you ever in such a high position?"

It was Boruto's turn to chuckle now. "I do not know it either. I just happened to ask the same question your new sister Sarada asked me some time ago."

"What–?" Inojin turned his gaze on the floor. "What indeed. Inojin, do you not understand that because of your hobbies, a man's life was ruined?"

"Are you acting like this toward me because you are the only one Mother treats coldly?" Inojin asked him, turning his gaze toward him again. "Or are you pushing down a younger brother who might show off? It is not my fault that the only action in my life comes from my outings." He smirked. "The more I know you, the more I become certain that Kawaki is right about you." Boruto narrowed his eyes. "It is embarrassing to have been born from the same womb as you."

Boruto raised one eyebrow. "He says that, does he not?" he asked slowly.

"Yes. And I think so too."

Boruto hummed amusedly. "But you are not in the same position as him and Mother, Inojin." Boruto began, a small smile on his lips. "He can get away with it because he is older than me. Mother can get away with it because she gave birth to me. You on the other hand… can not."

"What do you mean?" Inojin asked breathlessly, when seeing that Boruto's smile had given way to an unreadable look. He had not even finished his question properly, when Boruto's palm connected hard with both of his cheeks. "Stupid kid."

"Brother –"

"You…" The blonds turned their gazes toward the door, when a blonde woman stood, shocked, but only for a few seconds. Ino rushed toward them, or rather toward Boruto and shoved him away, causing his face to make contact with the mirror. "Get away from him." she said. Boruto saw that the mirror had cracked. With his hand he reached up and removed the pieces of glass that had joined onto his mask upon contact and turned to look at her.

"Mother, what are you doing?" Inojin asked from behind her, seeing that the queen was now standing between them. "It was Boruto who saved me. I would have lost my arm if not for him." He informed her, but she did not care. Obviously she would not. Boruto was not moving his gaze away from his mother, neither was she. Even when she spoke, she was still looking at him. Why did that look gave off nothing but resentment however, Boruto did not want to ask.

"Do not be fooled, Inojin. He brings misfortune to anyone near him." She looked at her youngest son. "I went through it too. You can not suffer it as well. Do not go near him." She talked as if Boruto was not in the same room.

Inojin looked at Boruto. "But still, it was him who saved me."

"I want you to say it, Boruto. Say you will not go near Inojin. Say it now!" she said in a voice full of authority.

Boruto shrugged. He was well past any feeling of hurt at this point. "As you wish. However," he stopped to look at Inojin, "Inojin, it seems there is more time of unluckiness following you around," he pointed behind him with his finger. A cracked or a broken mirror meant bad luck for some reason. "So sorry. It was not my intention to crack it." he started leaving, well aware that he was going to collide with his brother's shoulder along the way. "How long are you going to live being protected by her, flower boy?" he asked while walking. He did not wait for an answer, because he knew very well that Inojin would not be able to give him a proper one.

"Inojin, let me take a look. Where are you hurt?" Ino asked, examining her son's face. Once her hands reached his shoulders, however, the prince flinched instinctively. "What are these wounds? Inojin!" But Inojin was not there. With his gaze toward the door, and his hands clenched into tight fists, Inojin could not hear anything except Boruto's final words. They made him feel shameful.

"Inojin! Son! Do you not know that my heart feels ripped apart when you get hurt?"

"Get out!" Inojin blurted out, still facing the direction Boruto had left. Not leaving his mother to ask even a simple 'What?', Inojin screamed. "Get out of my room!"

"Inojin, what are you saying?"

"I am saying I do not want you here." He addressed her. "I am saying that your presence is uncomfortable for me right now. Get out!"

"Is this because of what he said?" she asked. "Inojin, I–"

"Yes, it is. He said the truth, Mother. Your over-protection almost caused me to lose my arm today. If he had not come when he did, you would have had another crippled son in your collection."

Ino gasped, her eyes widening. She opened her mouth, but no words were uttered. "Leave!" Inojin said for the last time, gesturing at the door. Ino moved away from him and turned to leave. Her leaving did not affect him as much as Boruto's did.

MARKET PLACE;

It was pretty normal for the market place to be empty and soundless during midnight. Mitsuki's heartbeat was enough of a noise anyways.

After having left the way he did, he mounted his horse for the second time that day and he moved with the same speed as he had done the first time. Anxious… that is what he was feeling. His hands, his legs, his heart, his mind… his every bone was shaking and it was not because of the cold air of winter.

He had never wanted to scream more in his entire twenty three years of life, but he figured out that it was already enough that he was crying. Screaming would be reserved for another cold night like this one.

"Why did this happen to me?" he whispered to the thin air. This, being his uncontrollable feelings. This was wrong. This was their destruction. This was… this was…

He could not bring himself to say what it truly was out loud. The thought alone terrified him. He felt too much of a coward to face it. Give him ten, twenty, fifty, an entire army of men to fight with instead, Mitsuki was ready to give his blessings… but not to this.

Curse him to the sky and back… he had sank way too deep in this unnamed feeling.

SEVENTH PRINCE'S RESIDENCE;

He could say that he did not care less, but he was only lying to himself. He did care more than he wanted. How could he not? It was his family. A father that could not protect him. A mother who considered him her shame. A big brother who was insecure because of him of all people. And a younger brother… a younger brother that Boruto had missed his entire childhood years.

Do I really bring misfortune to everyone? Boruto asked in his mind. He had always thought for a fact that it had been him the one who was unlucky.

Do I really know only how to destroy things? he taunted himself. But here he was, rebuilding the stone fountain he had destroyed nights ago. Stone after stone after stone, though maybe his tears were going to weaken the structure like they were weakening his body and soul.

He was cut short of his spacing out when a shaking, heavily breathing black haired girl opened the windows of her room. She really did not look like the one he had seen during the sun. And when she brushed her hands over her face and hair, her eyes were glistening with freshly shed tears. For whom was she crying?

He knew that the answer to his question could not possibly be the man coming out of the manor just as he finished building about half the fountain.

Boruto breathed out a heavy sigh when Kawaki walked at his direction and came to stand in front of him. "What are you doing here at this time of night?" he asked him nonetheless.

"I thought what my chances would be to try and sneak up on you." he said jokingly.

Boruto eyed him, "Do your ears hear your words? You sound like you miss me."

"I do not, but apparently His Majesty does, because he wanted to have a talk with you tomorrow."

"Is that the only reason why you are here?" Boruto asked him incredulously.

"The only reason why I am here is because of His Majesty's orders actually. So good night." Kawaki said irritatingly and walked past him at his own residence, Boruto's eyes never leaving his back for a single minute. He glanced at Sarada's windows a second time, but the windows closed literally in his face. Boruto raised an eyebrow at that. Kawaki's only reason…

~earlier~

Why am I thinking about Sumire's look? Sarada found herself rolling in her bed, sleep long since forgotten. Chocho, once again, had been a good listener to her tales. She had even praised her for her newly formed friendship with Inojin much to her chagrin. She'd wanted to be praised for her skills but what did Chocho have to say to that? 'That is not very ladylike of you!'

That had been a hard win for her.

Why am I thinking about Sumire's look? Sarada groaned loudly as she understood that she was going crazy, really crazy. Even lighting the candles beside her bed to calm her nerves wasn't helping at all. How could it help?

Those forbidden beats of her heart, those harmful thoughts of her mind… they're going to bring nothing but shame to her and yet… how can she stop them? She made a mental note to go and visit her parents tomorrow. She needed help. She needed advice. She needed answers.

Sarada sat quickly on her bed when a cold hand caressed her long black hair almost lovingly, and his words stopped her from reacting in any way.

"I have been waiting for the right moment to come face to face with you again… Sarada."

Sarada gasped. The man was sitting by her bedside looking at her like a hawk. "What… what are you doing here?" she whispered.

"Oh, so you are only pretending to have lost your memory?" he asked with a smirk. "I thought so."

Sarada had forgotten what speaking felt like, what thinking felt like. This had to be a nightmare. Would it end if she pinched herself? Or maybe a slap?

"–or maybe–"

"Get lost." Sarada cut him.

"Pardon?"

"Get lost." She repeated. "Are you deaf? Get lost." She ordered as she got up from her bed and walked at the direction of the door. By the time she opened it however, the man reached over and closed the door forcefully, trapping her between him and the door as a result.

"Girl, calm down. I just missed you."

Sarada shook her head. He did not miss her. How could he? They had never even met.

Sarada's eyed widened as he closed in on her, breathing on her scent. Sarada came to the realization that he was talking about the other Sarada and that was enough of a reason to terrify her beyond her every wit. "What do you think you're doing?" a hard slap was enough for Sarada to get free and move away from him. She rushed toward the candles on her table beside her bed. Sarada cursed at her stupidity. She was a noble woman. She should have requested for a weapon of some kind to be within her reach at all times. Now, she only had those stupid candles.

"See!" he began, "You are still the old Sarada after all. I have missed those slaps too."

Sarada couldn't believe her ears. Damn you… you stupid ancestor!

Sarada took in a deep breath and cleared her throat. "Listen… Your Highness… I have indeed lost my memory because of an accident. I'm not the one you've missed. I'm not someone who'll welcome you either. So please, stop with all this creepiness and leave."

"Creepiness? Why is it creepy?"

Sarada raised her eyebrows. "A man enters inside a woman's room at midnight and that's not creepy? You're nothing to me, your highness. Do you understand now?"

"Yes, you are right." he started. "We are nothing now." He made his way toward her bed again and sat there. "You were always against my marriage with Deruta. You slapped me so hard when I told you about it… then you mounted your horse and had that accident at the washing area." That was a knowledge that Sarada never thought she would gain. "I could not even tell you right now just how shocked I was to see you at the baths."

Sarada couldn't blame him for that last statement. "Other things you're shocked?" she asked.

"Oh, I am only curious to know as to why did you betray me." he said.

"Why did I… what?" Sarada acquired.

"I know that you were there… the night of the Ritual." he said as the back of his head became visible to her, his blond and brown hair reaching down his shoulders.

Blond and brown!

"You're the one who killed the acrobats?" she questioned in a low voice.

He faced her again. "Funny. You are accusing me now, but the old you would have been my accomplice."

"You don't say. Are you trying to put the blame on me?"

He shook his head. "No, I am saying that the idea to have the temple's assassins act like some acrobats came from your Uchiha mind. You suggested it to me."

Sarada was shaking. Gasping and widening her eyes just wasn't enough anymore.

"What do you want?"

"To let you know that I have not given up on you."

"Say what?" she scoffed. "You're crazy. Hah… you're married dude." Was she being a hypocrite for giving him that reason? Definitely.

"Dude?" he questioned. "Anyway–"

"There's no 'anyway' here, Your Highness." She was irritated now. She walked to him and yanked him by his robe and rushed toward the door. "You're going out now and never turning back, did you hear me? And… even if we had something in the past, you're married now. Plus I lost my memory and you lost to a horse. So good night."

"Wha… Hey wait–" the door got slapped in his face.

Sarada rested her head on the door, her eyes looking up. "I'm doomed! I'm doomed! I'm doomed! I'm doomed! I'm doomed! I can't breathe!" Sarada made her way toward the windows and opened them. She brushed her hands over her face, her tearful eyes resting upon the talking figures of the fourth prince and his older brother by the stone fountains.

When the prince was left alone and their eyes met she couldn't help but remember the time when she'd saved his life by ending someone else's… she'd been the actual mastermind behind the attack…

She closed the windows with a loud clap and quickly went under her covers. Looking up for the second time she realized that those princes were going to be the death of her.

THRONE ROOM;

~next day~

"You want Boruto to live in Saikyo?" came the King's own question when Gaara made his request to him. Gaara could not remember the last time when the throne room had been this empty. Occupied by only him, his father and his younger brother who was staying by his right side, the atmosphere was a little unsettling, even for him. He could tell that Boruto, just like him, was finding it odd that Sasuke was not present today… for whatever reason.

"Is it repayment for the fact that he saved you?" Naruto asked him.

"I… I wish to keep him by my side as one of my people and for the–"

"Yes it is." Boruto cut in, gaining his father's attention. "He asked me to exchange places before the Ritual and I asked him to make this request in exchange. That is all there is to it."

"Boruto," Naruto began. "Your mother tried to kill Gaara." He stated as a matter of fact. "Your older brother desires to take his place as Crown Prince–"

"And when was the last time I shared those goals?" Boruto interrupted him. "Ah, yes. Never!"

"What are you going to do about the Otsutsukis then?" he asked. "You were sent there to console Kaguya."

"Adoption? Consolation? Are you kidding?" Boruto inquired incredulously, his irritation reaching high levels already. "Not even for a single day did those words apply to my 'relationship' with her." He paused for a few seconds. "You should know the reason better than anyone else, right? Your Majesty?"

Naruto smiled. He could not help but love his brat-like attitude time after time, even though he was the one to receive it. "What will you be to him? A Yamanaka from Kiri? Or an Otsutsuki from Kiri?"

Boruto smiled too. "Neither. I am Boruto Senju, the Fourth Prince of Konoha. That is what I will be not only to him, but to everyone else."

"Hmm, wonder where the teme is," Naruto rose from his golden chair. "Oh well, someone would need to tell the Otsutsukis and all of Saikyo that as of today… the Fourth Prince of Konoha… will be staying in the capital."

Boruto could not stop his smile from widening even more. "Sooo… hard-work and perseverance huh?"

His father narrowed his eyes playfully. "Are you mocking me? You whiny brat!"

Gaara was the first one to laugh at Boruto's stunned expression as he had probably not anticipated the King to take part in his little mischief. Clearing his throat Boruto bowed his head a little deeper than the other, rarely times. "Thank you fa… Your Majesty." When he raised his head, he could see the look of hope fading from his father's eyes.

SEVENTH PRINCE'S RESIDENCE;

Karin watched as Mitsuki kept spinning the spoon on his plate. He had been spaced out ever since yesterday and Karin feared that she knew the reason as to why. Karin was not blind. She could see the looks her husband and niece were exchanging with each other. Ever since the time they had gone to Yuki village and Mitsuki had left her company to go to her, Karin had been able to see clearer than usual. Him saying that Sarada is like a breath of fresh air did not help to make the matters better.

Though she was not expecting anything from a loveless marriage. It was politics… all of it. Her being forced to leave Suigetsu for example… that was cruelty.

The spoon fell on the floor.

"Do you have no appetite?" Karin asked as Mitsuki bent down to take the fallen spoon off the floor. After a few seconds, Mitsuki swallowed. "Do not worry about me. You need to eat." Another swallow. "You are eating less and less. It is worrisome."

"Mitsuki, you know that I–" Karin started but got interrupted when Sarada knocked in the door. "Auntie, it's Sarada." She called.

Sarada entered the room and saw the couple sitting on a round table, across from each other. She was stunned for a few precious seconds when she saw Mitsuki there as well. Normally, Sarada had planned to sneak out to meet with her parents today – and she would totally meet them soon, if not today, then tomorrow for sure, her whole existence was on the line for crying out loud – but she'd been summoned by Karin to join her for breakfast, hence her stunned stature when she saw her husband there as well.

"I called you here to come eat with us." Karin said to her.

Sarada smiled awkwardly. "I wouldn't want to be a bother. I can just eat in my room." She said while starting to turn back to leave, but got interrupted yet again.

"But all you ever do is sit in your all day and barely eat." Karin said. "I thought it might be a change for the better if we ate together today. Come on Sarada, sit down." She motioned with her hand to the chair on her left.

Even if all her instincts screamed for her to just say 'No' and leave, Sarada couldn't bear the thought of refusing her, so she found herself making her way toward the gestured chair with slow steps and sat down.

A weird silence fell upon the table and Sarada knew she wanted to get up… badly.

Karin cleared her throat. "I know it was for prince Inojin, but it was dangerous to go alone. You do not know what could have happened if our prince had not come."

"Yes." Sarada approved. Sarada turned to look at him. "Thank you for helping us." The words 'Thank you for saving me!' went unsaid.

"I… I only did what I should." He said and started pecking on his plate with a spoon.

"You are getting into trouble because you are always out and about. You have no interest in household affairs either. What about sewing, or knitting kotton?"

Ah, another reminder that I have as many chances of becoming a Lady as Pluto has to enter the Solar System again… which are equivalent to a big fat Zero!

"Auntie," Sarada began nonetheless, "I understand that you might feel troubled because of me and my antics but… don't you worry. I'll look for something else that might interest me. Promise!"

"I will get going now." Mitsuki informed them as he got up from the table. "I have some books to read." he made up an excuse.

Karin glanced at Sarada who watching at the direction he had left.

She did not meet them after all.

Sarada groaned as she ascended the stairs to her part of the manor while rubbing her hands together for a source of heat. And why you may ask she was not able to leave the residence? The answer is simple really… Konohamaru Senju Sarutobi – apparently Sarutobi was the name of the chibi prince's family, with what the prince told her upon his visit.

The idiot prince kept her busy all day long, showing her his TOYS. His. Fucking. Toys.

Toys.

She did not see her parents because of some toys.

Sarada groaned again. She wasn't really as mad as she was letting it out to be. At least Konohamaru's visit had helped her mind clear up a bit. He was more like a stress-reliever than anything else. And she needed it actually. With the troublesome trio in her neck everyone else seemed like a godsend…

But not the toys.

She should just let it go. If it had been her world and if she'd been a few years younger, she might of appreciate what he did actually. Though instead of bouncing balls or Chinese handcuffs they would probably catch some Pokemon together or something.

Sarada glanced toward the Stone Fountains and saw a dark shadow building one of them. The dark shadow, which actually was the blond prince's black robe had been there yesterday too. Sarada wondered what must have happened for him to change his mind and start building them again. He was close to finish it too.

Her feet made their way toward him, a not-understandable pull bring her closer and closer to him. "Sooo, you can build things too now? That's a first." She taunted him, but her face showed nothing but a relaxed expression. Same as his.

"What can I say," he began. "You influenced me."

"Oh," she smirked. "But now that you're leaving you're going to go back to your 'Villainous ways'" she quoted.

"Stop please, you are making me all embarrassed."

"Pfft."

"…"

The prince rose up and made his way to stay under the shadow of a Sakura tree close to the Stone Fountain he had yet to finish. Sarada followed on his tail.

"What did you wish for?" she asked him, gesturing with her head toward the stones.

Boruto looked at her in disbelief. "Do you need to know people's wishes now?"

Sarada rolled her eyes. "Oh please. Miss me with that shit." The prince's mouth fell open upon her mentioning that word. Sarada could barely contain herself from bursting into laughter.

"You are no Miss at all, that is certain." He commented.

"Hn," Sarada snorted. "I like to view myself like a Catwoman instead, thank you very much."

"Oh yeah?" he questioned, not really understanding what that means. "I think I saw a black cat somewhere. They say if a black cat crosses your way, it is bad luck for you or something. Seems befitting for you, haha." He chuckled.

"Haha? Haha? What's so funny? Hmph," she crossed her arms to her chest, "Thank God you're leaving."

"Hmm? I was wondering when will your true self finally emerge out," he joked but then looked at her more seriously "but yeah, I am leaving this house now. I am going to live in the palace and will not be running into you so often."

"Hn," she snorted. "Well, it's a win-win for the both of us. You won't be running into me and I won't be delivering meals to you anymore. That's beyond great."

"What the… you are speaking like you did it so often. It was once," he said incredulously. "Once, and you managed to poison me."

"Lead a quiet life in your new place." She changed the subject, managing to gain his whole attention to herself. "Don't threaten to take the life out of people left and right." Boruto rolled his eyes but did not interrupt her. "Don't glare at people when they don't listen to you." At that, Boruto felt his right eye start twitching. "Be careful not to draw your bloody swords over nothing. And" she raised her hand in a stop-like motion when the prince was more than ready to retort. "Don't destroy something that someone worked really hard to make."

"That is enough out of you 'Miss Catwoman'."

"No. There are more things that I have to say to you and you're going to listen to them all." Just as she had once thought, being around this guy opened her mouth like a canary… definitely against her will.

"Eat your meals properly and stay out of that godforsaken mustard." Even his mouth started twitching when he heard that, but it was quick to stop when he heard her next lines that were said with a sincerity that Boruto did not remember ever coming across.

"Sleep well, too." Sarada averted her gaze, fighting down a blush. "Try not to have bad dreams… Why are you looking at me like that?"

Boruto had not been aware of the way he had been looking at her. In fact, he frowned in question when he heard her asking that. "Eh?... I… I just remembered you said once that you were not scared of me. You… proved that out today."

"You know," she began. "I'm mostly scared of myself, in all honesty. I'm scared of my feelings. I'm scared that I won't be able to figure out where they're headed no matter how much I try to change their direction." She felt a weight sweep off her chest at saying those words. She smiled.

"It does not work, does it?" Boruto asked in what it felt like a whisper.

Sarada looked up at the sky. "Wow, now that I'm in Konoha I can see a lot more stars."

Boruto frowned again. "What do you mean?" he asked. "You do not believe you can only see stars in Konoha, do you? Besides," Boruto said when Sarada looked at him. "Those stars are about to hide."

"What?" she questioned as something white fell on the tip of her nose. Sarada looked up and saw the sky covered in dark clouds, the first snowflakes were now falling down upon the land.

Boruto chuckled at her stunned expression, "What is next? You have not seen snow in Konoha either?"

It was true though, Sarada thought. This was the first snow she'd seen in this place. Was it a sign that something new is about to begin? And most importantly… would it involve the man she had in front of her?

AUTHOR'S NOTES

YO, DEAR OLD AND NEW READERS! Thank you for your patience.

So here it is, CHAPTER TEN, (still can't believe I reached this point btw)

It seemed like a good idea to have Sarada interact with all the main boys in this chapter so here they are (but the Boruto section was a win amirite?)

The past KawaSara plot that got introduced within this chapter might seem like sudden to you all and that's because it is sudden / I literally thought of that scene while I was taking a shower (perks of having an imaginary mind, I guess).

Soooo…

Boruto episode 79… if you did not have the same reaction as Sarada when Mitsuki did THAT to Boruto, then you're lying to yourself. (at least you were shocked as well, don't tell me otherwise). Also, yes Sarada knows just how ugly Boruto's drawings are lol, that scene was so cute. ALSO "We've been working together for so long now, that I can basically read your mind" fck man This. Is. Gold.

Boruto episode 80… not progressive enough, but it dwelt more on Mitsuki's inner struggles and I liked it. Also it basically showed that Honda Masaya (the guy who wrote the Chocho arc) ships MitsuCho, and I ship it now too.

Boruto episode 81… WHY DOES THAT EXIST? Goodness guys that was such a waste and I absolutely cannot deal with Boruto's OOCness any longer like stop please… but the fact that this episode had the third time that shows Sarada being the first one to greet Boruto after gaining consciousness is kinda cute I'll admit.

(can't believe it has been three weeks since I've updated wow)

ANYWAY, hope you like the chapter and don't forget to leave a Review, okay?

Hasta luego!