A/N: Here is the next chap, lovelies! Thank you for reading and supporting this story!
We don't own Naruto/Boruto.
Things happened.
Things as in, Boruto had sex with Sarada which led him to his current predicament. It was the next day and he was sitting in his office already in a conference call only half an hour after arriving with his father and Lily's manager. They needed to discuss her schedule in order to plan their formal signing. There were so many things he needed to get in order but this popstar wasn't making things easy for him—or her manager.
It was her way or no way and Boruto was baffled when the manager told him that Lily wanted a gift from him, or she would back out. That really put him in a situation and Naruto didn't seem very happy about it either, but Boruto managed to reassure both the manager and his father that he would take care of it.
When he finally finished the call, he groaned. His back was on fire, even though he'd worn his softest button-down and stripped his suit jacket and tie the instant he got in his office. She even got the back of his neck with those nails and honestly, as much as it burned, he would love her to do it again.
Their not date sick leave had gone well and though there were a few bumps, by the time Boruto left, they were both feeling a lot better. Until today that is. Himawari has been sending Boruto hate-texts even before he woke up and they hadn't stopped yet. His good mood from the night before was nonexistent now. Not only did he have her to worry about, but this ridiculously annoying pop star as well.
And he thought Sarada was difficult.
Today just wasn't his day and it seemed nothing he said would pacify Himawari. He had no choice but to do something sweet to make it up to her and this time it would take more than flowers.
Flowers should do for Lily though. He didn't understand the girl's interest in him, but he knew he had to make her happy—at least until he officially had her under contract.
Boruto sent Sarada a message asking her to come to his office ASAP while he worked on a plan for the promotional ads they would need. He sent another email to Inojin, asking him to draw up a few different things and then pulled up another tab just to stare at it. He had no idea what he was going to do for his sister this time.
"Sir?" Sarada peeked in before walking into his office, closing the door behind her. "You wanted to see me?"
Boruto turned his gaze to her and could have sworn the burning on his back and neck worsened. She looked as beautiful as ever, but today she wore a maroon turtleneck sweater that she had tucked into black slacks that surprisingly didn't disappoint him.
"Good morning." He smiled softly at her, ignoring the way his heart made a little fuss. "I need a favor."
She returned his smile. "Good morning. Sure, what is it?"
"I need to send Lily something that will make her smile. I was thinking flowers would be fine. Could you pick an arrangement for me and have it sent over to her? Something… flashy."
Her brow quirked up. "Excuse me?"
"You know, something any girl would love. Just make sure it's not cheap. Roses maybe? A variety would probably be good." He didn't know much about the girl, but any girl loved roses right?
"Right… I'm sorry," she crossed her arms across her chest. "What is this for?"
Boruto frowned at the obvious attitude he received from his not girl and leaned back in his chair, barely containing a hiss at the pain it caused him. "She wants a gift." He shrugged. Even he knew it was ridiculous. "I'm assuming flowers are a safe route to take. What do you think?"
"Throw in an invitation for a private dinner at the top of the city while you're at it."
Oh, the salt. "Sarada, you're getting mad over nothing." Again. "She's threatening to back out if I don't. What am I supposed to do?"
"Flowers and dinner sound good," Sarada smiled sweetly at him. "I'll have a reservation done for you." She made a move to leave, "And sir, I'm not mad." She shrugged. "It's just… trivial."
"No dinner, Sarada. I don't want her getting the wrong idea." He was trying to appease the girl, not court her.
"Noted," Sarada nodded, before leaving his office to get back to work.
Boruto sighed once she was gone and palmed his face in frustration. It seemed he couldn't catch a break. Sarada had been the wrong one to ask to send a gift to Lily. It was so like him, making a girl mad at him. He would have to fix it… somehow.
There was always something to fix.
When lunchtime came, Boruto finally had time to focus on what he was going to do to get Himawari to forgive him. He knew it had to be a step up from just a simple gift. She missed him and he missed her too. Maybe dedicating a day just to her would do it. Having never been good with these kinds of decisions though, Boruto couldn't for the life of him make a plan for what they could do, but he wanted to take her somewhere special.
A knock sounded on his door and he wrapped his half-eaten burger and wiped his hands. "Come in," he called and smiled when Shikadai stepped inside. He would definitely have some helpful ideas. "Shikadai, hey."
Shikadai was holding on to a mug filled with icecream, and he scooped some up to his mouth as he sat on the chair in front of Boruto's desk. "Didn't see you in the pantry," he said, "You missed free icecream from Sarada."
"Really?" He frowned, wondering why she would leave him out. He supposed it was only because he wasn't there and she probably didn't have time to come to his office just to give him ice cream. It would have been nice though. "Damn. Well, I'm having some issues today. Mind giving me some advice?"
He placed the mug down and leaned in closer, a smug smile on his face. "See, I knew I would only need to ask twice."
"Huh?" Boruto's brows furrowed in confusion but he decided to brush it off. Sometimes even Shikadai didn't make sense. "I'm trying to plan a date, but like a whole day. Maybe somewhere overnight? I don't want to go far or anything, but somewhere nice for sure. Any recommendations?"
"Whole day dates?" Shikadai laughed. "Shit, you got it bad. And overnight? Try going out of town, there's a new winter lodge that opened up on Fire Mountain. Fancy place, really cozy."
"Shit, you're a genius. That sounds amazing and fun." Boruto beamed at his friend before turning to his laptop to look the place up. "I'm sure she'll be happy. How've you been?"
Shikadai had a devilish look on his face. "Good, good. Supply's been running smooth, and I had a good holiday but," he sighed loudly. "Wish I could have another one, soon."
"Don't we all." Boruto mused as they webpage loaded and his blue eyes brightened. "Shit, this does look nice."
"Really nice," Shikadai nodded, picking his icecream back up and eating as he spoke. "They have a lodge good for four, and some smaller ones for two. Got a fireplace, kitchen, and everything. I suggest going for the entire weekend, while the rates are pretty low."
"You're right." He could spare the time, he deserved it and so did Himawari. "Okay, the weekend. Maybe I can get out of here early Friday." He felt much better now, knowing Himawari wouldn't be upset with him for long.
Shikadai was looking smug as fuck, even while eating his ice cream. "Proud of you, bro. Send photos. Clean ones, okay?" He snickered. "By the way, how's that Pop Star going? Inojin and Chocho's been arguing all lunch for which flowers to choose. Sarada didn't seem in the mood."
Boruto rolled his eyes but figured it didn't matter as long as the girl got her gift. "She's such a bitch." He muttered. "Ruined my morning by sending demands through her manager. A gift? Why, dude? I don't know what her deal is but she's really irritating me. It's hard not to say anything about it…" so it felt good to get that off his chest. And he knew he could trust Shikadai.
"Huh," Shikadai scooped up more icecream, finishing it off. "She looked really sweet, though. Aren't all her songs about love and shit? Doesn't Hima listen to her?"
"God, I hope not." He scoffed. "Yeah apparently she's all about romance, but she's the type to take advantage of men. I'm not going to let her get me. This gift is the last thing she'll be getting from me."
His friend didn't look too sure about that. "I don't know, bro. She looks high maintenance. Maybe this will take a little more shaking off, you know?"
"No, please don't say that." Boruto groaned as he selected the dates for one of the lodges for two. "I really wish I wasn't the one having to deal with her."
"Tough luck. Dealing with a hot popstar," Shikadai laughed. "How are you feeling, though? You were out on a sick leave yesterday, right?"
"I'm alright, just my fucking back is clawed to hell—" Boruto winced at his word vomit. Just like Shikadai to get him talking on accident. "I mean, uhh… I'm all better."
He choked on icecream and laughed. "Clawed to hell? Oh fuck, dude!" Shikadai laughed loudly, throwing his head back and howling. "Shit. Now, why was Sarada out, too? Couldn't walk?"
It did take her a while to get out of bed, but Boruto wasn't about to say that. He had to fix this too. So many things to fix all the time! "That's… I didn't say that. I said… shit what did I say?" He groaned, knowing he was digging his own grave here. "Sarada was out? Nobody told me…"
Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Of course he had to know she was out!
Shikadai shook his head from side to side, an amused smile on his face. "You know, if you're going to lie, could you at least think of something better? Your dad was out looking for you, too."
How could he lie when he was put on the spot like that. "Well… I was sick. And I'm totally not lying. Why would I lie? You're crazy."
"Of course, of course," Shikadai held his hands up in mock surrender. "Call me crazy but, as amusing as it is for you to not confess that you're like, in love with your direct report, just don't make things too obvious if you know what's good for you… and her." They've been joking so much since Boruto started working, but he knew Shikadai was dead serious. "I won't say anything… for now." He snickered.
"In love?" Boruto snorted. "As if! I've never been in love and I never will be." And certainly not with Sarada and those sexy legs. "There's nothing to worry about, Shikadai. Nothing is going on or anything of the sort. Especially sex."
His eyebrows shot up. "Whoever said anything about sex?" Oh he was smug as fuck. "I didn't say anything," Shikadai was speaking slowly, exaggerating every. Single. Word. "Is there something you want to share, Boruto? Like…" he leaned in closer, "Is your back is burning from those claw marks?"
Boruto blanched and his face heated up like never before. "Sex? Who said sex? And what claw marks? Shikadai, you had sex?" There had to be a way to save himself. Hopefully.
Shikadai laughed. "Boruto, I've had the same girl since uni. What do you think? But you're changing the topic here. We're talking about you. When was the last time you had sex?"
"Yest— yes. I mean yes! Yodo, how is she?" Oh he was sweating bullets. Shikadai had to go.
"Good." Shikadai finally calmed down. "I'll bring her to our next office hangout. She's being transferred to this city next month."
"Great! Wonderful! I'll have to order her one of those edible arrangements. None for you though." Boruto stuck his tongue out at his friend and then finally finished his booking. He had been hoping to see Sarada over the weekend, but it was only right for his sister to come first.
Shikadai snickered. "Sure," he picked up the mug and stood to leave. "Enjoy your weekend, Boruto. Stay safe."
"Thanks man, I'm sure we'll have fun!" Boruto grinned and waved to Shikadai, slumping back in his chair once he was finally stepping out. He regretted the move instantly. "Shit." Damn Sarada, she was making sure he didn't forget what happened between them.
"Careful with those claw marks, bro." Shikadai laughed before he left for good and Boruto was officially dead.
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Boruto looked over another set of reports and sighed. No matter how many times he read it, something just didn't add up. Shikadai's earlier teasing was still running through his mind, destroying the little focus he had for the day. He knew Sarada was still upset, but he had to go and ask her to get this task over with. With another deep sigh, he collected the papers and walked out of his office and straight to her desk.
It seemed like he wasn't the only one who had the idea to speak to her, and spotted Kagura hovering by her desk, a concerned look on his face.
What did that bastard want now?
"Are you feeling alright, Sarada?" Kagura asked. "I went by your place, but you were still asleep…"
Oh fuck. Right. That happened. Boruto stayed by his office door, snooping and listening in on their conversation. He hadn't mentioned it to Sarada that he spoke to Kagura that morning.
"You did?" Sarada paled. "Oh my god, I'm sorry, I forgot to text. I wasn't… umm… feeling so well."
"It's alright!" Kagura smiled. Yuck. What a poser. "Boruto told me, glad he was there to take care of you. You could have told me, you know?"
Her face went red and Boruto felt a little victory dance coming on. That's right. He was at his not girl's place taking good care of her. Not you. You princely prick.
"He what?" Sarada blinked. "Kagura it isn't what it looks like I—"
"Relax, relax," Kagura held his hands up and grinned. "I didn't tell anyone and that's completely your business."
Sarada's eyes were still wide as she listened to him speak, ears burning. For a moment, Boruto wanted to step in and cut the conversation already, feeling his temper rise by the second. Just what was this fucker up to, talking to his not girl anyway?!
"I just wanted to ask…" he shied away for a moment before continuing, "If you were still up for yoga with me tonight? Would be a shame to let the passes go to waste."
Kagura was the kind of guy you just couldn't hate. It made Boruto hate him even more. He felt his blood boiling and a small part of him wanted to walk over there and knock his ass out—of his not girl's life that is. If she wanted to fucking flirt with Kagura, fine. It wasn't like he cared. It wasn't like he actually liked her and they were not together. She was unfortunately free to do as she pleased.
Boruto couldn't stand it.
Before she could respond, Boruto marched over to her desk and dropped the papers on her desk. Flirting, fine, fine. But not here. Not at work. At work, she was his and Kagura could kiss his ass.
"Do you mind?" Boruto gave Kagura a pointed look as he stepped between the two. That bastard really needed to back off. "I need you." He then said to Sarada, trying to school his features but he was so mad.
Sarada jumped back, as did Kagura at the rude interruption. Her brows furrowed and she turned to face Kagura apologetically. "I'll text you later."
To which, he nodded and looked at Boruto before leaving.
She turned her chair to face him. "Did you need something? You could have sent me an IM. I would have went over."
"Yeah, I just said that I needed you." He ground out, stabbing his index finger against the report. He hated today. He could have just called her to him but he was trying to be nice. He didn't want her to be mad at him anymore, but now he didn't give a damn.
"What's the problem? I explained how to read the report in my last email." Sarada looked at the paper, all the tables perfectly color coded. "You can see here," she flipped to the last page. "I placed the legend for you. What's not to get?"
"It's not the colors, it's the numbers." Boruto sighed. He was so beyond done with today. Numbers were his thing. It made everything worse that he couldn't figure out why things weren't adding up, but he wasn't mistaken. "They're not right."
Sarada pouted, looking up at him, refusing to get up from her chair. "They can't be. I checked it. Twice."
"Well they are." He almost smiled. She wasn't always perfect. Just most of the time. "Maybe you weren't paying attention."
She scoffed. "As if. Those numbers came from finance and I checked it over. They're fine."
Boruto glared down still her, mouth agape. "Did I not say that they're not fine?" The nerve of this girl. She so didn't turn him on. Not at all.
"That's what you're so rudely accusing me of!" Her voice was rising, making passerby's look their way before scurrying along.
"I'm not accusing you, Sarada. I'm stating facts. I don't miss things like this. Ever." He couldn't believe she was actually arguing with him instead of figuring things out, but she was as prideful as she was difficult.
Sarada was about to erupt. He could see her shaking.
"Umm… excuse me…"
The two of them snapped their attention to the girl hiding half her face behind the folder she was holding. "If I'm intruding I can come back…"
"Namida!" Sarada stood up and pulled the girl towards Boruto. "Can you please tell Boruto that he misread the numbers?"
Boruto laughed and crossed his arms over his chest as he looked to the girl looking as if she wanted to run for the hills. "Yes, Namida, please… enlighten me."
"Umm…" the poor girl looked so scared, shifting her gaze back and forth between the two. "I came by to give you these…" she held the folder out to Sarada, an apologetic look on her face. "I'm so sorry, I missed an account! And the formula I used was wrong. The end amount didn't match up to the sales invoice. This should be correct, though."
Swiping the folder, Boruto opened it up and took a look. There it was, so right it was relieving. "Well what do you know…" He hummed and let his eyes flicker up to Sarada.
Her cheeks reddened, and grimaced. "Thanks, Namida. Please send me the soft copy and I'll rework the report for you," she flicked a glare over to Boruto. "Sir."
"I'll be waiting." He said and left the girls with a shake of his head. This day was truly taking him on a ride.
Boruto returned to his office and got his cellphone out to call Himawari. He hadn't received a hate-text in the last two hours, so he was starting to get worried and he supposed he could go ahead and give her a heads up for the weekend. It was already Wednesday after all.
She ignored the call, sending him to voicemail in two seconds flat. He sighed and set his phone on his desk, opening their messages and just as he expected, three dots were jumping around to tell him she was texting him. He could feel her anger through the screen.
'I said don't call me unless you're dead. And if you're dead, you can't call.'
Boruto paled. His sister was as frightening as his mother. Sometimes even more so. He tried to call her again, and again, she ignored him and texted again.
'I don't like you. Leave me alone. Worst brother ever.'
Boruto's heart plummeted and he started calling her back to back. Much like she had when he was not getting his dick sucked. After the nth call, she finally picked up, without a word.
"Hima," Boruto whined. She really hurt his feelings. He always did his best for her, or at least tried. "You broke my heart… and after I got a surprise for you too."
A pouty, 'hmph' was all he got in response and he sighed for the unpteenth time.
"This weekend. Me and you. I'm taking you somewhere special."
There was a long pause and then finally, "how special?"
A big grin split his lips apart and Boruto finally felt a little at ease. "It's a surprise. Okay? I'll pick you up Friday around four. I'm going to get out of the office as early as I can. Pack your snow clothes."
"Okay! I'll be ready, bro!" She giggled and Boruto smiled, feeling pleased with himself. "I love you."
"I love you too. See you Friday."
"At four. Or sooner."
Boruto laughed. "Right."
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Sarada returned with the correct report within the hour, taking Boruto by surprise when she knocked before walking in. Who even does that? Knocking… not Sarada. She went to leave as soon as she handed it over, but Boruto wasn't done with her yet.
"Wait." Was all he said to stop her and he purposely made her stand there while he went over the paper. Then he finally set it down and looked at her.
"Yes?" She waited for him, face impassive.
"Better." He told her with a smile, a real smile, not one to anger her even more. "Will you be finished with everything by five?"
"Why?"
Another one word answer.
"I should be finished by then. I know it's a little early, but I'll still drive you home, even if I have to wait for you."
"I'm leaving at six, I'm going to the yoga studio."
"You're going to yoga?" With Kagura. His lighter mood turned darker than it had been all day. How could she even consider it?
"Yes."
"Yes?!" He gawked. She was just fucking with him. Right?
Her head tipped to the side, arms crossing on her chest. "Did I stutter?"
"Not at all, I just thought I heard you wrong." He said, a not so happy smile on his lips. "I was surprised because I had plans for yoga tonight too." Wait, what?
Her brow raised. "Is that so?"
"Yeah, what a coincidence. Which studio do you go to?" He asked casually.
She frowned and eyed him suspiciously. "Rebel Yoga."
"You're kidding." Boruto faked a gasp. "That sounds like the place my friend mentioned. We may just end up running into each other."
"Delightful," she responded and then turned to leave his office.
When the door was closed behind her, Boruto grabbed at his hair in panic. He didn't know shit about yoga or this studio. And who was he to mention a friend. Great. He had less than two hours to figure it all out.
Stupid. So fucking stupid.
One more thing for him to fix.
A/N: Word vomit. It's such a fun thing to have for this fic. teehee. They are going to have yoga on the next chapter, any guesses what will happen next? Who would Boruto bring with him? Let us know your best guest by leaving a review!
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