Cast:

Sakura Haruno: Jocelyn Fray

Sarada Haruno (there is a reason it isn't Uchiha for this): Clary Fray

Sasuke Uchiha/ Sasuke Uchihara: Lucian Graymark/ Luke Garroway

Pein: Valentine Morgenstern

Boruto Uzumaki: Jace Herondale

Himawari Uzumaki: Jace's younger sister (that I invented so that Himawari could exist)

Naruto Uzumaki: Stephen Herondale

Hinata Uzumaki: Celine Herondale

Shikadai Nara: Alec Lightwood

Temari Nara: Maryse Lightwood

Shikamaru Nara: Robert Lightwood

Inojin Yamanaka: Simon Lewis

Metal Lee: Eric (member of Simon's band)

Yahiko: Hodge Starkweather

Kimimaro: Raphael Santiago

Karin: Camille Belcourt

Orochimaru: Magnus Bane

Log and Mitsuki: High Warlock's sons.

Jiraiya: Brother Jeremiah

Iruka: Brother Zachariah

Jugo and Suigetsu: members of Vamp Clan

Sage of Six Paths: Raziel

Hashirama Senju: Jonathan Shadowhunter

Mito Senju: Abigail Shadowhunter

Madara Uchiha: Daniel the silent

Chap six

After leaving the apartment and getting weapons from a hidden vault in a church they took the subway to the supposed location of the Vampire Hideout. Himawari was told to go back to the Institute with Inojin and Shikadai since it was dangerous what they were doing.

When they climbed out of the subway they found the old hotel with a sign that formerly read Dumont but the N was replaced with an R.

"Huh. . . Hotel Dumort. Rather cute don't you think?" Boruto joked.

Sarada grimaced, sure she had French class in school but quit after one year, still it was enough to comprehend the apparent joke.

"Du Mort . . . Of death." Sarada didn't know that vampires had any sense of humor.

"How can it be a hotel if the windows are all boarded. . . . Oh, right they are vampires." Sarada finished sheepishly.

"They fly inside if you were wondering. Sadly shadow hunters haven't learned the art of flying. . . thank goodness, I wouldn't want to have any similarities to ducks Dattebasa. . . so we break and enter."

"Flying sounds kinda fun though. . ."

Boruto looked at Sarada as though she betrayed him and began muttering angrily about ducks. A notion which she didn't understand whatsoever.

They got interrupted by a voice.

"Dios Mio. .You're not from the neighborhood are you?"

Boruto looked up to see a man with white long hair, and red marks on his face.

"Who are you?"

The man shifted.

"My name is Kimimaru. . . Is there a reason you are trying to break into the Vampire hideout? It is quite strange. And dangerous."

"Oh. . . we know, but we have some. . . debt to pay per se." Boruto replied smiling eerily.

"Well. . . there is nothing much I can do then. . . I figured I would worn you. Alright fine, let me show you the way inside."

Kimimaru lead them to an area with a grate."Go through the grate.".

Boruto gave Kimimaru a once over and gave his thanks.

Boruto slipped down. Sarada waited to hear a scream of agony but none came.

"It's safe! Jump down and I will catch you!" Boruto called out.

Kimimaru assisted it Helping Sarada down into the grate. She noticed his hands were rather cold. Sarada fell for a second before she was caught safely by Boruto. Her dress had hiked up a bit in the fall and Boruto's skin barely grazed her thigh.

Boruto let her go and she immediately pulled her dress down.

"Are you alright?"

"Yes. . . I'm fine thanks."

It didn't take them long before they spotted one of the vampires the Himawari had described. A man with spikey orange hair and red eyes. Juugo his name was. Standing next to him was a boy with white hair that shaggily hung around his face and purple eyes. He also had a shark-like tooth sticking out of his mouth. Sarada was reminded of a shark or a crocodile looking at him from a distance.

Boruto pushed Sarada down into a crouch next to him.

The two exchanged a wordless conversation promising to cover each other.

"Sarada. . . I'm going to . . . exchange a few blows. . . so if you want to help. . . kick their asses!" Boruto whispered.

Boruto stepped out Sarada crouched behind the pillar staying hidden but following.

"HEY. . . . JUUGO AND SUIGETSU RIGHT?!" Boruto loudly hollered out.

The two turned around.

" A Shadow hunter . ." Suigetsu snarled.

"That's right Dattebasa. . . we have dirt to pick with you. . ."

Juugo narrowed his eyes.

"And what exactly did we do to piss your holy ass off?"

Boruto cracked his knuckles.

"You attempted to kidnap an innocent mundane. . . it is against the accords AND the mundane is an acquaintance. Do you remember. . . the girl two years younger than me that sucker punched your face for a rat? That was my sister and the rat was the mundane."

Juugo's eyes widened in realization and felt the pain in his face returning. For a little girl, she had a strong punch.

"Seriously Man. . . I didn't mean harm. . . I thought Suigetsu was being an idiot and had gotten himself turned into a rat!"

Suigetsu looked at his friend offended.

"You thought I was that stupid?" He asked a tick mark appearing on his face.

Juugo scratched the back of his head. "It has happened before. . ."

"I don't care what your excuse is. . . Vampire. . . If Himawari hadn't intervened you would have taken a mundane to the Hotel Dumort and put him in danger. For that, you WILL pay." Boruto growled.

Boruto pulled a blade from his pocket and charged forward. The fight was a blur it included claws, punches, and knives. As the commotion got louder it seemed to attract the attention of other vampires.

"SUIGETSU! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!"A pitched voice screeched.

The fighting stopped abruptly to reveal a red-haired woman with glasses.

"Karin. .!" Suigetsu squeaked out.

"What are Nephilim doing here, and why are you fighting them." she suddenly spotted Sarada and came up behind her.

"Boo!" Sarada jumped.

"Aww what a pretty little thing. . . looks so tasty too. . . but the accord sadly forbids it. What an utter shame."

"Sarada!" Boruto yelled out.

"I will let this chickadee go if you get out of here. . . maybe I won't. It really depends. My mind is forever changing. . . so"

Karin was interrupted by the sound of Shattering glass. The windows exploded. The vampires reared in utter horror. Through the shattered window came dozens of sleek and furry shapes with their coats shining in the moonlight and their eyes filled with a blue fire.

In the head of the line was the most intimidating one. The fur was black as the night sky, and his left front paw was missing. Low growls were emitting from them. Wolves.

The midnight wolf began walked towards Karin the growl deepening.

Kimimaro had shown up, which made it clear what he was.

"The Moon's Children. . . Werewolves."

With Karin being intimidated, Sarada managed to run over to Boruto.

"I.. I thought werewolves and vampires hated each other."

"Oh. . . they do. They never come to each other's lairs. And I mean Never. The Covenant forbids it. Something must've happened. This is bad. Very bad." Boruto replied grimly.

One of the wolves next to the black one seemed to smirk.

"WHY DID YOU ENTER OUR PLACE?" Karin screeched.

The wolf transformed revealing a heavily muscled man with black hair

"We did not come for a blood war. . . We came for the human girl." He spoke pointing at Sarada.

"This is bad. . ." Boruto muttered.

"Boruto. . . they are all staring at me." Sarada shuttered shrinking back against his firm muscled body.

" We have to go NOW!" Boruto yelled out.

The Black wolf's eyes shifted and hesitated looking at Boruto. .. not directly Boruto but something on him before moving on to look at Boruto directly

"Let's go Now." Boruto narrowly avoided a blade and dragged Sarada with him climbing out the shattered window.

"ARE YOU CRAZY UZUMAKI! THAT IS A HUGE DROP!" Sarada yelled out.

"Trust me we will be fine! Just hold on to me!"

"Fine." Sarada hung onto Boruto who dropped from the windowsill and screaming could be heard from inside the hotel DuMort. The Werewolves quickly retreated from the hotel.

Boruto landed smoothly on top of a motorcycle that was 5 stories from the ground.

"Climb on the back now."

Sarada to startled to response wriggled out of Borutos gripped and settled herself on the back of the cycle. Boruto turned on the motor and his arm jerked as the bike lurched forward over the edge of the drop. It felt like the drop of the rollercoaster, but the opposite since they were rocketing towards the diamond lit sky."Shannaro!" she yelled out in surprise.

Boruto was letting out Whoops and yelling. Sarada got more comfortable and settled her arms tightly around his waist.

"You know my mother always told me to never ride a motorcycle with a boy!" Sarada yelled over the noise.

Boruto laughed, Though she didn't hear him she could feel his body shaking from the laughter.

"I can assure you. . . she would change her mind if she knew me. I'm an excellent driver Dattebasa! Take a look around you."

Sarada hesitantly complied. She found herself experiencing vertigo, fear, and awe all at the same time.

"Yeah. . . it's beautiful . . . especially the sunrise."

Boruto became rigid.

"Boruto? What's so bad about sunrise?"

"The bikes run on demon energy . . . when the sun comes up."

The motor began to sputter and Boruto cursed before they began to drop.

"Hold on to me!" he yelled.

In all the bouncing Sarada released her grip and the two bouldered in opposite directions.

Pain shot up Sarada's arm, she looked and noticed a raw scrape.

Boruto had a nasty scrape on his leg.

"Are you ok Sarada!?' He asked.

"A little scraped up. but I'm ok."

When they returned Yahiko was angrily standing in the doorway.

"WHAT WERE YOU THINKING BORUTO UZUMAKI! YOU COULD HAVE GOTTEN YOURSELF KILLED!" Yahiko ranted for a little while long expressing that Boruto was tarnishing the Uzumaki name and other stuff. After inspection. Sarada was treated for the swelling of her arm but Boruto was forced to be treated in the infirmary for a while.

Inojin was fussing over Sarada when she came back despite the fact that she had gotten the least of the injuries.

Boruto was agonizing over the fact that he had to stay in bed, not about his injuries. Though Sarada knew that they must've been painful. She was stopped in the hallway by a hand.

"I need to talk to you," Shikadai said.

"You need to go home!"

"Huh?"

"After what you have done. . . you must have relatives you can stay with. "

"I don't understand? What did I do?"

"You almost got Boruto killed. Going for revenge. . ."

"Hey. . . it was his idea to go after. . ."

"You don't understand how this works. Boruto thinks he has to save the world, and he would gladly be killed trying. Sometimes I think he wants to die, but he doesn't need that encouragement from you.'

Sarada felt anger. Towards herself, towards Shikadai, towards her mother, towards Sasuke. Just in general discontent.

….

Sarada heard a knock on her door and she got up to see who it was. It was Boruto his hair freshly washed so it wasn't sticking out messy like it usually was and he was in a plain red shirt and some pants.

"Were you asleep?"

"No.. why would you think that?"

"Uh. no reason."

"What about you? You must be exhausted."

"Ehh. .. demon hunters don't sleep, I'm fine."

"Why are you here anyway?"

"well. I'm here because Yahiko reminded me that it your birthday. . ."

"That's not until tomorrow," Sarada replied her mouth quirking into a smile.

"No reason to not start celebrating it today.

"Well, where do you suggest we go then? Central Park this late at night?"

"Uh Not exactly."

"I'm hungry let's go to the kitchen. . ."

Boruto stopped her holding up a paper bag."I snuck some food from the Kitchen specifically Yahiko's stash when he wasn't looking."

"Peachy."

"Yeah well anyway. . . I was thinking we could go up to the greenhouses." Boruto suggested.

"Right now? But won't it be dark?"

"Shh. my secret. Come on I will show you." He replied with a smile and twinkle in his eyes.

The greenhouse smelled of night-blooming flowers and the lights of Manhatten gave the entire space a jewel-toned effect.

"Beautiful. . ." Sarada breathed.

"Yeah. . . and we have the place to ourselves tonight."

Boruto opened the basket from their place on the ground and handed her something.

"Try it, it's the Boruto special."

"Ramen cups?" Sarada asked.

"Yeah, why not."

Boruto then pulled out an apple and cut it into sections with an overly large knife.

"Here. . . it isn't a birthday cake, but I figured it was better than nothing."

Sarada smiled.

"I wasn't expected anything, so this is perfect," she replied biting into her apple section.

"Nobody should get nothing for their birthday. They are supposed to be special. My parents gave me the liberty of doing what I wanted. . . to a certain extent."

"Anything? What is the extent?" she asked out of curiosity.

"Well. When I was four I wanted to take a bath in spaghetti."

"And did they let you?"

"Well, that's the thing. My mother laughed her head off but thought it was cute. My Dad was all for it, in fact, he joined me. He boiled a bunch of Pasta and heated the water up in the tub and added the pasta. The he kinda climbed in with me to make sure I didn't drown in the pasta."

"How was it?"

"Ugg Slimy, and slippery. I think my dad might of enjoyed it more than me."

"I bet it was slippery. Though from the way you describe you father he was very childish."

Boruto laughed a bit.

"Yeah, that is one way to describe him. He can be serious when needed but he had a bubbly personality that was contagious. He could befriend just about anyone according to the Nara's."

"What else did you ask for?"

"Uh. .weapons, and regular kid stuff. But my parents loved to travel. I think my Dad enjoyed seeing the look of joy on my mothers face when she saw the Eiffel tower for the first time. It convinced him to travel a lot."

"Wow. . . I've never been outside of the state."

"Was she afraid you'd see demons in the white house?"

"There are demons in the white house?"

"I am pretty sure I was joking. . . I am pretty sure." He repeated emphasizing the pretty sure part.

"I don't know. I think she was too afraid to leave after. . . my father died and that Kiba guy died."

"Do have any memories of a father?" Boruto asked.

"No. . . just of Sasuke. He raised me with my mother."

"I'm sorry about Sasuke."

"It's fine. . . I just wish I knew why he said what he said."

Boruto shrugged his shoulders.

"People sometimes say strange things when they are nervous or put on the spot. I'm also curious about something that Sasori and Deidara asked him. Ya know the part about him looking human?"

Sarada shrugged. I have no idea. I just can't believe him. You heard what he said! He won't go after Pein. Not even for my mother."

The Bell clanged midnight and Boruto stood up holding out his hand.

Sarada took his hand and got to her feet.

"Just watch." He instructed.

A tightly closed bud began to tremble and swell to twice its size before bursting open. Petals and gold sparkles burst out and twinkled in the night sky. It was like watching a flower bloom in a speed up film.

"Wow! Do they bloom every night?' Sarada found herself asking.

"Only at Midnight. Happy Birthday, Sarada Haruno!"

Sarada felt tears pricking her eyes.

"Thank you."

Boruto dug in his pocket for a moment.

"I have something for you."

Pulling out whatever was in his pocket he pressed it into her palm.

"It's a witch light rune stone. All shadowhunters should have one."

"Oh…," Sarada spoke up.

"It will always bring you light."

Sarada felt herself tripping before being in the safety of Boruto's arms. She found herself facing him. . . and before she knew it his lips were pressed to hers.

A rustling was heard and Boruto separated himself from Sarada.

"Don't panic but we've got company. If the bird is here than Yahiko shouldn't be far behind."

"Oh. . ." Sarada replied disappointed.

Boruto grabbed Sarada by the hand and lead her back down into the main part of the institute and back to her room.

"Thanks for the birthday picnic," Sarada said looking up at Boruto.

Boruto smiled and gave her hand a squeeze.

They exchanged a few glances.

"You should get some rest," Boruto said finally, before gently cupping her face and pressed his lips to hers.

Sadly their moment was ruined when Inojin stepped into the hall his hair loose and out of its usual ponytail.

"WTF.. You know what, I'm just gonna leave you two alone. Boruto if you do anything, and I mean ANYTHING to you, I will go John Cena on know and smash every single one of your bones, somehow!"

Boruto blinked a few times.

"John Cena?"

Sarada giggled.

"He gets the point Inojin. And Boruto don't worry about the John Cena reference, it's a Mundie Culture reference as you would put it."

"Aha. . . gotcha. Well, um I am just going to head back to my room. Good night Sarada." Without another word Boruto awkwardly left Sarada standing in the Hallway.

Sarada awkwardly excused herself and shut the door to her room taking out her sketch pad.

As she was pondering what had happened, driven on instinct, Sarada placed a cup on her sketch pad and began drawing Runes next to it.

Boruto was comfortably lying on his bed, not really asleep or awake when the annoying banging on the bedroom door was starting to drive him to insanity.

Lazily he removed himself from his bed and opened the door with an annoyed expression.

Sarada was standing in front of him, her sketchpad tightly held against her chest, her glasses askew on her face and her hair flying wildly in all directions.

"If Inojin managed to turn himself into a duck or ocelot or literally anything, leave a message after the beep. I'm outta commission . . . Beep."

"Boruto. This is important."

"Go ask Yahiko, he would do anything for a. . ."

"BORUTO, SHUT UP AND LISTEN TO ME WOULD YOU?!"

He blinked.

Sarada suddenly looked uneasy and she shuffled in her spot, now with Boruto's undivided attention on her.

"Boruto. . . I know where my mother hid the Mortal Cup. It's inside a painting."

Boruto took a moment to process that information before staring at Sarada as if she had just reported Silent Brother Jiraiya spying on a bunch of young girls in a hot spring.

"She did it behind a painting?"

"Uh. . . not exactly, can I come in? There is something I need to show you."

Boruto shrugged.

"If you must."

Sarada sat down on Boruto's bed and flipped to the page where the coffee cup was.

"Look at this."

The blonde gazed at the drawing unimpressed.

"A drawing of a cup. .what's so remarkable about it?"

"Just watch," she replied.

Carefully she reached her hand into the paper and pulled out the cup so that it was dangling from her finger.

"Where. . . what runes did you use?"

"Just whatever came to the top of my head. I think my mother painted the cup into a drawing."

"But. . . there are thousands of paintings and galleries out there!"

"Not a painting exactly, remember when I said that the mortal cup looked familiar?"

Boruto nodded his head.

"It's because I had seen it before, in the deck of cards my mom gave Madam Kurenai. The ace of cups to be exact."

His eyes widened in understanding.

"So, you're saying. . ."

"Exactly, my mother painted the mortal cup into Kurenai's deck of tarot cards."

"Because she knew that they would be safe with a witch." Boruto finished.