To Walk Alongside You-
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Chapter Three-
Revelations
It really fucking hurt.
Sarada didn't want me to race anymore… It was something I'd feared ever since the accident, but deep down I'd been so hopeful that she would continue to support me as she always had. Then she dropped the fucking bomb on me.
I'd been speechless for a moment. I didn't know what to think or what to say and I damn sure didn't know what to feel about it. I hated seeing her cry. Sarada was strong, she was always strong. But she broke down so easily. She was frightened. She loved me. She didn't want me to die. I understood… but I couldn't let her take away my racing… could I?
She actually asked me… if I loved racing more than I loved her. That had nearly killed my ass. How could she even think such a thing? They were two completely different things. Racing was my life. I was born into the shit, born to be behind the wheel and on a track. I had a knack for it and I was good. Really fucking good… because I did love it so much.
But Sarada… she was the fucking love of my life. I'd loved her since before I even really knew what love was. I'd been in love with her for as long as I could remember. She was precious to me in every sense of the word. I loved my family and my friends… but I'd never felt for anyone like I felt for her. She made me fucking crazy. She made me soft. She made me want her more than anything.
Then she'd left me.
I didn't want to stop racing… ever. Just being out of the game for six months had been too fucking hard. I loved it so much… but if I had to put Sarada and racing on a set of scales, she would win by a landslide. I fucking loved her too much. Damn woman…
When she'd walked out my door she'd taken my fucking heart right along with her. I cried. I yelled. I threw a tantrum unlike any I'd thrown in my damn life. I flipped the fuck out, lost it. I couldn't collect myself for shit. It hurt too much.
To have her give me such an ultimatum. Have her, keep her… love her. Or race.
I'd always had both. Even before we were actually together. Sarada was my girl. She was always by my side. She supported me more than anyone else ever had. She was always running up to me after a win, smiling so happily before hugging me tight. I'd always thought that she loved me racing as much as I did… but I was wrong.
The accident had changed everything. She'd witnessed the whole thing. And I couldn't blame her for the way she felt, even if I really fucking wanted to. If our roles had been reversed, and something had happened to her like that… I probably would have asked the same of her.
Since sleep was out of the question for me, I went outside in the middle of the night and got in the mustang, my head resting on the steering wheel. Racing… meant so much to me. I needed it like I needed the air I breathed… and yet, I needed Sarada so much fucking more.
It would hurt like hell… and I'd probably never be able to let it go. But, if she didn't change her mind… I would give it up for her. Because she came first. She always would.
Even coming to this conclusion, I couldn't bring myself to call her. Even as the next morning came. I couldn't get her off of my mind… but I didn't know how I'd face her after how I'd acted. I so coldly refused to listen to her, ignoring her feelings completely. She just loved me so much and I just trampled on her feelings- and after everything she'd done for me too.
Needing to clear my head, I drove to the shop and parked in the garage. I was surprised to find Sarada's dad and brother there and what surprised me even more was finding my dad there as well. Not because they weren't there often, but because they were working on an old chevy that I'd never seen before. I cut the engine and got out of the car, not sure if it was best that I face them now or not. I knew Sarada must have gone home last night. I knew she must have still been upset. I knew that they had to know it was all my fucking fault.
"Yo." I greeted them, my hands sliding in my pockets as I walked over to the car they were working on. "Need some help?"
Junior took one look at me and frowned. "You look like shit."
"Son, go take a break and get something to eat." Sarada's dad ordered, handing Junior a set of keys.
"Woah, seriously? I can drive?" Junior asked, eyes wide and excited.
"Hn. Just don't tell your mother."
Junior grinned but gave me a thoughtful look as he came over. "I'll let you guys do your thing, but I'll be back if you need me."
"Alright." I nodded, staring at the car Sasuke was still working on. Dad was just standing by, watching.
"Come over here." He ordered as Junior left, not looking away from what he was doing.
I walked closer and took a look. "New ride?" I asked, unable to pep up for shit.
"For Junior, though he doesn't know it." He said and met my gaze. "Do you want to talk before or after we finish this?"
I was happy Junior was getting another car, but my mind was so unfocused that I figured I'd better get the talk out of the way before I tried to do any work. "Before." I told him.
"Alright." He said and tilted his head towards the stools. The three of us sat down and Sasuke crossed his arms, studying my face. "Talk."
The frown I'd had since the night before deepened on my face and I sighed. "Sarada left me."
"I told you to talk, not lie, damn brat." He said. "She would rather die than leave you. Even if she came home, leaving your house doesn't count, try again."
"Start from the top." Dad grumbled, seeming to be in a sour mood himself.
My lips mulled together, brows knitting as I thought of how to bring it up. "She told me she didn't want me to race anymore… and I told her I was going to race no matter what. I fucked up, ya know… She hates me now. That's why she fucking left me. She's never coming back."
I was surprised to see Sarada's dad smile. "You're so much like me it isn't even funny."
"Fucking hell." Dad rolled his eyes.
"What the hell's that supposed to mean? Now is not the time… Did you not hear me? Your daughter left my ass. She doesn't love me anymore."
"Yes, yes, I heard. More lies." He teased and then got serious. "She'll come around, Boruto, because she loves you. No matter what she says, don't doubt that."
I groaned and ran my hand through my hair, trying to calm the frustration rising within me. "I know. I fucking know, alright? But you don't understand… She fucking asked if I loved racing more than I loved her. What the fuck."
"Shit." Dad sighed.
"She got that from Itachi." He huffed under his breath.
"Yeah… I'm not ready for a repeat of that." Dad grumbled.
"So then… I came to a decision after thinking for a long time. All night in fact. I have to give it up. For her… Because she's more important to me than anything."
"Boruto," Dad narrowed his eyes on me, voice low.
Sasuke shook his head. "The similarities are uncanny, truly. I decided the same thing when Itachi asked me not to race anymore, but it was the wrong decision. Don't make the same mistake I did."
"Fucking please." Dad seconded.
"This is Sarada… my best friend… my girl. You think I'm going to lose her? Hell fucking no. I love racing and that's why I flat out told her ass I would never give it up… but then it seems easy enough to do if I have to do it for her."
"Am I this stubborn too?" He mused and Dad nodded as he slapped him on the shoulder. "Tell me, Boruto, once Itachi has made up his mind and is determined to do something would he reconsider?" Sasuke asked.
"I wouldn't think so." I shrugged. "But he did? Why?"
"He changed his mind for me. We were all each other had left after my parents died and after my accident, he asked me not to race anymore. And I promised him I wouldn't." He told me.
"Why did he change his mind after the fact though? I know that you did quit racing for a while… but it was because of him?"
He nodded. "I gave up racing and that was that, no matter how many times your father argued with him. The worst part was I refused to talk about it. Anytime Naruto brought it up, I walked away. I didn't want to remember and I didn't want to admit that I missed it. Then Sakura came into my life and taught me what happiness really was. She pushed me to talk to Itachi and tell him I wanted to get back out there."
"Thank god too because I was over that shit." Dad snorted and Sasuke smiled at him.
"That much was obvious. Your father was finally able to get through to Itachi. He finally came around and supported me, releasing me from my promise. Sakura decided to support me and stay by my side. They both did it because they loved me and knew I would never be truly happy unless I was out on the track. Sarada won't leave you and she won't make you stop racing. She's her mother's daughter and she loves you more than anything."
Dad sniffled dramatically. "And it's just… so touching honestly."
I listened quietly… but Sasuke's words giving me hope only made me feel worse. If Sarada did change her mind and continued to support me in my racing career… would she ever truly be happy? I worried about her. I wanted her happiness even more than I wanted my own. But I wasn't going to say anything else and get lectured by her dad.
"I guess we'll just have to see what happens… if she ever talks to me again, that is." I sighed.
Sasuke got up and ruffled my hair. "Tch, still doubting me, damn brat. Fine then, I'll just rub it in your face later."
"I hope you're able to." I gave him a half smile as I got up as well. "Let's get to work, huh? I'm happy for Junior. You gonna let him start racing too? His birthday is next month."
Sasuke smiled back. "Your dramatic flare is also from Itachi, he passed on his bad habits." He pointed out. "I've decided to let him race after some more training. He's still a little rough around the edges."
"That's for damn sure." I huffed. "I'd be more than happy to run the old track with him… whenever you two are ready. I could take your ass on while we're at it." I said and Dad laughed.
"You may have my car, but you are still out of your league." Sasuke smirked. "I would prefer you did run the track with Junior, however, thank you."
"No need to thank me, I'd love to race and smoke his ass." I laughed then and we got to work on the car. I hadn't expected us to be replacing the whole damn engine though.
This was going to take all day...
It was after dark before we finished with the car, having replaced the motor and even tuned it up as well. Sasuke, Junior and I were all covered in grease and dirty as hell, when the real work began, Dad went on his way leaving just the three of us.
It was time to head home and have a shower myself… in my too quiet house.
"I'll see you guys later. Junior go wash your stank ass." I grinned at him as I walked around to get in my car. I wasn't thrilled about riding in it in my current greased state but I put a towel down to hopefully prevent any mess from getting on the seat.
"Yeah, like you don't stink." Junior said. "Sorry Dad dragged you into helping us. I don't even know what this car is for anyway."
"It was fun actually. He should buy cars more often for us to work on." I chuckled, ready for him to find out how much his life was about to change. "Bye shithead!"
I closed the door to the car and gave them a wave as I drove out of the garage. Changing out that motor had given me a nice distraction. I didn't have time to think about Sarada- to miss her. But that all changed when I was in the quiet confines of my car, and I knew it would be just as bad- if not worse when I got home and she wasn't there.
She'd been living with me for six months. I woke up every morning to her having breakfast ready and sometimes I was lucky enough to wake up in time to watch her cook it. That damn singing and dancing was all too easy to picture. She always seemed so happy and then I'd ruined the fuck out of that.
I rolled my eyes at myself and my depressing thoughts as I turned on my street. When I got close to my house and spotted her car in my driveway though, my heart skipped a beat. I swallowed hard as I pulled up and parked. She was here… but I wasn't sure why. I didn't know what to say to her yet… I wasn't ready. Really though, I was so fucking glad.
A whole twenty-four hours without her had felt like a lifetime, especially since we hadn't left off on good terms. I wondered if she was still upset, if I would have to see her cry again. Even after talking to her dad… I wasn't sure what I was going to have to do. I wasn't sure what was going to happen. As uncertain as I was though, I didn't hesitate in walking inside.
I opened the door to find her pacing around the living room. She looked flustered, but not upset as she stopped at the sight of me. I watched her carefully as her eyes raked over me and I was just waiting on her to say something about how filthy I was… but she was probably too mad to worry about it.
"Sarada." I greeted her nervously as I closed the door behind me slowly.
"Hey." She said softly and offered me a smile. "Could we, um, talk?"
I nodded, walking closer to her. "Of course. Hope you don't mind if I stand."
She giggled. "Not at all, grease monkey."
My lips pulled apart in a smile at the old nickname. "Alright. So…" I started, looking around for a moment as I pondered what the right words were. First, I knew I needed to apologize.
"I'm sorry." We both said at the same time, then our eyes met and we both laughed.
"I uh, I changed my mind." She began and pushed up her glasses. "I talked to mom . . . and uncle Itachi, and well . . . . . . I was wrong."
I moved closer to her, wanting to take her in my arms right then and there. "Do you really mean that… because… I thought… If you really needed me to, I would stop racing."
Her eyes widened. "You would do that?" She asked and I nodded. "Boruto, I . . . thank you. That means a lot, but I don't want you to. I want to support you. I want you to race."
"But, I don't want you to ever think I'd choose anything over you. Even racing. I love you. More than anything." I promised.
"I know . . . I feel the same." She told me and hugged me tightly, not caring about the grease. "I love you and I want you to do what you love."
"Really?" I asked, wrapping my arms around her. "You really mean that?"
"Yeah, I do." She smiled. "I'm sorry for what I said."
"So am I… for everything." I whispered, letting my hands move lower to grab her thighs and force her legs up around my waist. "Now… I wanna do what I love the most." I told her, grinning at her neck.
"What?" She asked, completely oblivious.
"Slow ass… I wanna do you." I laughed.
"Hush." She laughed. "I want you too . . . . in the shower."
"Oh, want your grease monkey clean, do ya?" I teased as I started carrying her down the hallway.
"Yes, but I also want you. In the shower." She smirked. "Do what your boss tells you."
"Yes ma'am." I agreed quickly, too happy for my own good. "You might have to scrub me hard though to get me clean."
"I'm on it." She said seriously. "Don't worry, I'm a professional."
I grinned at that, kicking the door open to the bathroom before carrying her in. "Hell yeah, you are… and I'm in serious need of your service."
"Alright. Since you're cute I'll even do it for free."
"Cute?" I asked, chuckling as I set her down to her feet and tugged my shirt off. I ran my hand down my abs, loving the way her eyes followed greedily. "There's nothing cute about this, little dove."
"You're cute . . . . when you're good. But not when you're bad." She insisted, taking me in slowly.
I unbuttoned my jeans and slowly pulled down the zipper. "What am I when I'm bad then?"
"Sexy, blonde. Very sexy. I think you might actually kill me this time."
I laughed, stripping off my jeans and briefs in one shove before walking over to her and taking her face in my hands. "You always say that… but you haven't died on me yet."
She smiled. "Of course not, I'm a Uchiha. But don't ever stop trying, hot shot."
"Never." I said before crushing my lips against hers.
The kiss was powerful, enough so that I lost myself as soon as it began. Feeling her soft plump lips moving against mine with such heat and desperation left my head spinning, heart pounding and stomach coiling. I'd missed her. It didn't fucking matter that it had only been a single day. I fucking missed her too much and I was never going to let her leave me again.
Her hands held tight to my neck as her head tilted, tongue seeking mine between our parted lips. She slowed things down, her tongue moving across mine gently and a deep moan escaped her. She always drove me fucking crazy. I couldn't wait to have her and so I pulled my lips away from hers and knelt down, tugging off her skirt and panties quickly.
The look in her dark eyes alone was enough to make me hard as fuck and I couldn't stop myself from hiking her ass up and carrying her into the shower. I was impatient, needing her more than I ever had before. It took a moment for the water to warm up, but we were hot enough not to care. My hands roamed down her sides, eyes savoring her beauty- all of it.
She was determined to make me suffer, knowing how much I wanted her. She took control, and I let her… because as much as I loved being in control, I craved giving it up to her. I just wanted to make love to her but she wanted to take things slow. It didn't surprise me, but this time… I wouldn't call her a slow ass. I would let her have her way.
I watched as she grabbed the soap and lathered her hands in it. It wasn't easy to keep myself calm, or my breathing steady as her small soapy hands moved to my body. I was hungry as fuck for her and now wasn't the best time for her to be teasing me. Still though, I loved every second of it.
Her hands started on my arms, her movements slow but precise as she washed away all the grease and grime on them. I watched her through half lidded eyes as she continued to wash me, her touch moving up my shoulders before she started massaging my neck. I hummed my approval, loving the way her hands felt against me and then she started working her way down my chest and stomach.
Those obsidian eyes followed her hands, lips parted as she breathed slowly. Her cheeks were pink, and she ended up getting distracted by my tattoo. Her fingers trailed the black ink so slow it was painful to tolerate, but I did. Tonight was all about her. I wouldn't say anything. I would never stop her. She could take things at her pace no matter how slow she wanted to take them.
"I love you." I whispered, needing to tell her.
She looked up at me then, her eyes full of desire and affection. "I love you." She whispered back as she reached for a wash cloth and let the water run over it.
My eyes stayed locked on hers as she lifted her hands to my face, slowly and gently washing it clean. Once she was done her eyes locked on my lips and the washcloth fell from her hands as they splayed out on my face and neck. I took the invitation eagerly, dipping down to taste those sweet lips. My arms wound around her, pulling her flush against me and we were lost in each other. We didn't make it out of the shower until the water had long since run cold and even then we had each other again and again until we were both spent. We fell asleep, a tangled mess of limbs, hearts full and minds at peace.
The next day Sarada didn't have work or school. We slept late and even when we woke up, I didn't want to get out of bed. She was warm and soft. I just wanted to lay in bed and hold her all day long. She wouldn't let me, I knew it as I met her eyes and saw a plan forming there.
"You want to go somewhere… don't you?" I grumbled sleepily.
She smiled and poked my cheek. "Maybe. How does the park sound?"
"Perfect." I smiled lazily at her and she giggled. "Why are you always so damn perky in the morning. Shit. Kept me up all fucking night. I'm tired."
"I don't know, perhaps it's because I wake up and see you." She said and kissed my forehead. "And you better be tired, I expect you to give it your all."
"You don't ever have to worry about that." I promised, rolling onto my back and stretching. "Well… guess we gotta get up."
She moved over and rested her head on my chest. "We do but, five more minutes."
"If I lay here for five more minutes, one of two things is going to go down. Either I'm going to fall back asleep… or I'm gonna fuck you."
"Well, if I have to choose . . . . I'll go with the second one."
I chuckled and grabbed hold of her hand before moving it down to my dick that was already hard. "You sure? We fuck and you'll never make it to the park today."
She gripped my cock and narrowed her eyes in thought. "We could go tomorrow. This here seems more urgent."
"You're being bad again." I told her, grinning.
"Oh, you like it when I'm bad." She sassed.
"I do." I agreed, flexing my hips and loving the way her hand felt around me. "But I'm worried about your well being."
She started stroking me and smirked. "So am I."
What the fuck was I going to do with her ass.
"Damn it." I groaned, pulling her on top of me at the same moment my phone started ringing. "Ugh. Shit."
"Ignore it." She ordered, running her hands over my chest.
"Depending on who it is… ignoring it could wind up with a knock on the door next." I told her seriously.
"Depending on who it is, I might have to kick their butt."
"Ooh, not their butt." I laughed and grabbed my phone off the nightstand. "Damn… cockblocking shithead." I rolled my eyes before answering the phone. "What?"
"Don't what me." Junior said on the other end of the line. "Bring your dumbass to the park and tell Sis to come too. The fam wants to have a get together to celebrate you two making up."
"What the fuck." I pulled my phone away to gape at it before putting it back to my ear. "Y'all are on some other type of shit today. Whatever. We're busy… we can be there in like… an hour maybe."
"Boruto." He sighed. "Look, I'm just having your back, okay? Uncle Itachi is coming too and you know he's gonna piss Dad off which in turn will make him take it out on whoever is convenient. If you're late, he's gonna come after your ass."
I chewed on the inside of my cheek, staring at Sarada as she mouthed for me to get off the phone, her hands still roaming. "Look, you're gonna have to talk to your sister." I finally said before handing the phone over to her.
Sarada glared at me before answering the phone. "Hello? . . . . Seriously, we were planning to go anyway. . . . . So what if we're late. . . . . . He is? Tch!" She scoffed and climbed off of me. "Fine."
She hung up the phone and tossed it on the bed. "This is BS." She pouted, crossing her arms.
"So… we're not gonna fuck?" I asked, not bothering to hide my disappointment.
"No." She sighed. "But we will when we get home."
I got out of bed, chuckling. She was insatiable honestly, and I fucking loved it.
We got dressed quickly. I just put on my usual jeans and T-shirt and Sarada dressed in jeans and a white blouse. She grabbed her purse while I stuffed my wallet in my back pocket and grabbed my keys. It felt so fucking good to be able to do that.
Sarada gave me a soft smile, knowing how happy I was. To be able to drive again… to have her Dad's fucking prized mustang. It was really something else. We left the house and got in the car. The ride to the park was short, only taking around ten minutes. We got out of the car and I locked it before dropping the keys in my front pocket.
She took a hold of my hand as we started walking through the park. Everyone was there, Mom, Dad, Himawari. Sasuke, Sakura and Junior. Itachi, Izumi and the twins. Mom and Sakura were sitting on a blanket on the grass, picnic baskets sitting between them. Junior, Dad and Sasuke were throwing a football. The twins and Himawari were sitting on the bench that was close by, talking to each other with smiles on their faces. Itachi and Izumi tossed knowing looks back and forth as they watched the family enjoy themselves.
We walked up slowly and I turned to Sarada, giving her a look and she smiled sweetly and told me to go. I leaned in, giving her a quick kiss before I ran over to join Junior and our dads. We used to play a little football at the park all the time… but it seemed like it had been forever since we'd all been here together like this.
"Oy, your late, son." Dad said, throwing the football at me with more force than necessary.
I caught it and shrugged. "We came as soon as we were invited."
"So…" Dad began, jogging over to wrap his arm around my shoulder. "I see you look a lot less shitty today."
I elbowed him in the gut playfully and laughed. "Don't start."
"Aw, c'mon. I was really worried about you, ya know?"
"I know, Dad." I gave him a soft look. "You guys were right… I'm not gonna stop racing."
"Tch. I should have made a bet." Sasuke huffed. "However, I'll settle for rubbing it in your face."
Dad laughed and hugged me tight. "Thank goodness. I couldn't stand the thought of you doing that to yourself… and going through it again, like I did with this bastard."
I hugged him back just as tight. "I know… thanks… for always supporting me."
"I love you, ya know… I'll always support you."
"I love you too, Dad." I told him and we pulled away from each other, smiling.
Things were falling back into place for sure. Maybe now they'd be better than they ever had been. Having our families get together, all of us spending time with each other… it was really nice. I had a car that was a fucking legend on the track. I had Sarada, supporting me now as my girlfriend instead of just as my best friend. I would be racing again soon, sooner than I'd expected. I was back to my old self and I was happier than I'd ever been.
Hello dears, hope you all have enjoyed the update! This story is flying by so fast... If only time could slow down a bit!
Oh well...
Til next time...
-KanaTyy