I Do Not Own Naruto
Nara
Nara Shikadai could honestly say life could be a drag, he didn't want to be a Nara; Nara's had expectations on them. He didn't want to be the Kazekage's nephew, the Kazekage's nephew had expectations on him. And he did not want to be a member of Ino-Shika-Chō because there were expectations on him.
However, this didn't mean he hated his life.
He just found it cumbersome having expectations on him when all he wanted to do was play his games, watch the clouds and take a nap.
It wasn't a lot to want out of life, but it was what he had wanted, at least until there was the challenge of a certain Uchiha around.
Now, he could state that he always hung out with Inojin and ChōChō; he remembered taking bathes with them as children, he called their parents' his aunts and uncles, and he walked into their homes without any fuss. Their homes were his home.
But aside from Inojin and ChōChō he could always remember one other being around, and he remembered snapping to attention whenever she walked into the room.
Uchiha Sarada.
He remembered meeting her in a hospital, she didn't say anything to him, or anyone as he remembered. However, there was something about the young black haired, black eyed toddler which always captured his attention whenever she was near. She was definitely her daddy's little girl, he could remember that because Uchiha Sasuke had always terrified him; even as a toddler. There was something threateningly ominous about Uchiha Sasuke that he had respected, and tried to figure out so he could maneuver around the Uchiha to his daughter. But then Sasuke had left, and Shikadai didn't have an obstacle to watch out for.
As young children he had run with Inojin and Boruto with ChōChō and Himawari tagging along after them. Uchiha Sarada hadn't ever really joined their antics, she had watched from a far and that had always bothered him. it had bothered him so much that once he had followed her stealthily through the village market. She had an allowance and seemed to be picking up groceries, he watched in confusion as shop owners actually slammed the door in her face and shouted at her to leave, but she had quietly ignored them all.
It had baffled him so much that when he asked his mother and father about why the villagers shunned Sarada he was furious on her behalf at their answer. Sarada was an Uchiha, and not just any Uchiha but the daughter of Uchiha Sasuke, her father had been a traitor, her uncle had killed her clan, her ancestor had started the war with one of her few surviving cousins; Uchiha were not really welcomed here.
But he never expressed his disgust in the villagers' attitudes towards Sarada, instead he suggested that ChōChō and Himawari might like playing with a girl instead of them one day and they had both been confused until he pointed out that Sarada was alone. The Uchiha was soon dragged after their group. At least until the Academy. When they were all of age to attend the Academy Uchiha Sarada didn't join their class.
This had once again confused him, but he hadn't thought too much about it. Maybe she didn't want to be a shinobi, she was a quiet girl. Shikadai hadn't paid her much attention until he heard his father, mother and Aunt Karui arguing one day. Karui shouted that any Uchiha was dangerous and shouldn't be in the Academy and the council should stick to such a decision, Shikadai was once again mad about this, he didn't stick around to hear the rest of the argument as he snuck out of the house. He went over to Aunt Ino's and Uncle Sai's, Inojin and Sarada were sitting on the floor. Inojin and Sarada were doing the Academy homework together, Sarada was tutoring Inojin.
An interesting idea came to Shikadai's mind.
However, there was a reputation he had to keep: lazy; else people would expect things of him and that simply wouldn't do as he spent the evening with Inojin and Sarada. He was startled with how simple this was for her, and he suggested to Inojin that he bring it up with their sensei; Shino; that perhaps the Uchiha should join the class. She was already tutoring Inojin, and that was apparently without studying.
Sarada joined their class the next year of the Academy.
Shino-sensei complained to Anko-sensei that he and Sarada were evenly smart, but he'd never apply himself. Shikadai had smirked at that as he walked off with his hands clasped behind his head as he went to play games with Boruto and Inojin. He saw Sarada from the corner of his eye in a tree with a book as villagers talked trash about her right below the tree she was in and he saw her look at him. Shikadai blushed as he looked away, he didn't dare to intervene because she wasn't just an Uchiha. She was a Haruno and as a Haruno she had an atrocious temper when unleashed; he'd seen it when she whacked Boruto over the head with a book.
Shikadai enjoyed it when his uncles visited. Uncle Kankurō and Uncle Gaara were odd men but very smart. He asked them about the Fourth Great Shinobi War trying to figure out the Uchihas' role in the war without letting on the fact he was more than another lazy genius. Shikadai absorbed the information and stored it away for analyst later as he snuck off to play his game with Inojin. Boruto had been growing into a brat and cheating, it was annoying.
It was when he was twelve that he saw Mirai and her squad partner Hajime at his graduation to a squad that he grinned thinking his 'older sister' to be his mentor. No, he was baffled when tradition was broken and his mentor turned out to Moegi. It was a bit of a drag, she was so… uppity, it was annoying. But he supposed it could be worse, he could be stuck on a team with Konohamaru as his sensei.
He and Inojin did not take to training, well, Inojin did because he feared his mother's wrath but who didn't fear Aunt Ino's wrath!? And getting ChōChō to do anything was a challenge already so why would they fight about training when none of them wanted to train as it was.
Shikadai just enjoyed his time sneaking out to play his handheld games and watching the clouds. That is until one day he was sitting in a fast food restaurant with Boruto and Inojin; hiding from his mother as they played a game. She had stomped in, all in a huff because Boruto was being a brat and he had to admit he had liked watching her as scolded Boruto, but he was unimpressed with Boruto who had cheated at their game again as he and Inojin left. Shikadai didn't make it far as he watched Sarada with Mitsuki before Mitsuki had left her.
He had walked with her through the village, making it a simple run in, she said she had to go to the market and he said his father had always told him to walk a girl home. She didn't argue with him and for the most part they ignored one another, she asked questions about his game, he answered them. He asked questions about her book, she evaded answering them. It was amusing, and cute, she neatly stepping out of the questions or deflecting them or giving a vague grunt as an answer.
He saw her to her apartment, saw her look ready to cry at the door and his eyes narrowed on the red painting on the door: TRAITORS. Sarada said nothing to him, slipped between him and the door, thanked him for his kindness of walking her home but she was good. He had said goodbye and they had parted ways.
No one ever knew he tracked down the four civilian assholes (who were older teenagers) and wrapped them up with darkness then threatened them with eternal darkness if they didn't leave the Uchiha family alone. They had pisssed themselves in fear of him as he walked away lazily. He spent the night playing shogi with his father.
The Chūnin Exams were upon them, he had procrastinated about filling out the paperwork but under his mother's threat of training with her, he had quickly filled it out. Sarada had been proud about filling hers' out according to Boruto who was eager to participate in the exams. Shikadai said nothing, and he and Inojin tried to pry information about the exams out of their fathers but received nothing, then the exams came.
Unsurprisingly Sarada and her team made it through the first round. In his mind she was about his only serious competition here so he kept a wary eye on her.
He, Inojin, and ChōChō made it through the second round with flying colors. He watched in abject terror though when two Mist genin were carted out of the ruins with several broken bones and crush injuries, he looked over to Uchiha Sarada who held her flag in victory with her red eyes and superior smirk. She was terrifyingly adorable then, in his mind and he had been horrified at the thought. So much so that he had hurried after his father after the examines before something stupid came over him.
But his father's words had him mortified and he glanced at the troublesome Uchiha who was walking away from the exam with a cool air around her.
His father's words rang in his ears though 'troublesome girls are always the best'.
His father just had no idea how troublesome Uchiha Sarada was.
The time for the third and final exam came, he was winning his matches, but from the stands he watched in a wondering terror as Uchiha Sarada smashed her opponent's face in and stood there grinning innocently.
After the whole disaster of the Ōtsutsuki, he and Sarada were the only two to pass to chūnin level.
Their families had celebrated together and he spent the entire night trying desperately not to look at her. He had come to the horrible realization that he had a crush on her, and he had no idea when that had even started. He had always liked Uchiha Sarada, and now that he knew that for a fact he was terrified of her finding out. Or worse, her father finding out. Shikadai shuddered to think of what Uchiha Sasuke would do to him if it was known that he liked Uchiha Sarada; that was a thought which had him wanted the shadows of the restaurant to swallow him up and make him disappear. The horror of the thought of an Uchiha finding out he liked Sarada was mortifying.
But life went on.
Eventually ChōChō and Inojin made chūnin, he was happy to have his friends at his rank again; and he was careful to keep the fact he liked Uchiha Sarada from Akimichi ChōChō or else half the village would know and that was a nightmare which could keep him awake at night. Inojin knew his horrid secret, but Shikadai also knew that Inojin had a crush on Uzumaki Himawari and Boruto was their best friend; see the problems here?
Shikadai worked in strategy like his father, but he also ended up in diplomacy like his mother. It was all a drag, but he found it was better than obsessing and worrying about his stupid crush on a certain Uchiha.
His life was completely destroyed one day though when ChōChō brought Sarada over to the Akimichi residence and he was hanging out with Inojin there so they could play their handhelds. It was much more entertaining to play them when they had to actually sneak around to play them. But that wasn't why his life was ruined. He hadn't paid ChōChō attention when she said that they were having a makeover and the boys weren't allowed; at seventeen this seemed childish and he had dismissed it.
Then the girls had walked out again after hours of doing whatever it was girls did.
His jaw dropped at the sight of Uchiha Sarada. Akimichi ChōChō was an impressive sight, she was always confident in her looks and she was confident in who she was. But Shikadai had never seen Uchiha Sarada outside of her ANBU training gear, mission gear, and her headband. Now she stood there in civilian pants, a red blouse, white sweater, no glasses, a red ribbon in her ebony hair and her onyx eyes darting around uncomfortably.
She had said something about wanting her glasses back, but Shikadai knew glasses weren't going to hide that again. Holy fuck! She was gorgeous!
Not in the way that ChōChō was, or Himawari, or the village girls.
Sarada was rather small, she was built like her mother, slight of frame and not a lot of feminine qualities. She hits like her mother too; which means mountains can and do topple under wrath. But she is a slight framed girl with long legs, small breasts, a small waist and a slight flare of hips. However that wasn't what he couldn't look away from, it was her face.
Now, he had vague memories of a toddler without glasses, but those were vague and a he couldn't ever remember Uchiha Sarada without her glasses. Which was ridiculous because she had the best eyesight besides a Hyūga. Anyways, without her glasses she looked… beautiful. Her lips were full, her oval face was elegant, her brow arched neatly, her eyes were not overly large but beautifully full, her lashes were thick, that large brow of hers' also held the Strength of a Hundred Seal, and her nose just made the deal completely.
He was royally fucked then as he stared at her with bulging eyes. He actually fell out of his seat as he watched her leave with ChōChō. Inojin had laughed at him, Shikadai had threatened to tell Boruto about his crush on Himawari and that had shut them up.
However, Shikadai knew he was fucked from that day forward.
He was in love; no longer crushing on, but full on, hopelessly, pathetically, and regrettably in love with Uchiha Sarada.
She drove him nuts the next day when he saw her and she was wearing her red framed glasses again. As they were arguing about the strategy of a mission he blurted out a question about why she wore glasses and she just blinked. She hadn't said anything about them, they were a seal, and that was all. He didn't understand but she didn't seem to be inclined to share what that meant.
He avoided her after that awkward fight, but after about a week he felt normal again. He was working as an ambassador's assistant to his mother, and that was the day that he learnt about jealousy. Rounding the corner of the hall he had been infuriated to see a Cloud-nin; the very one who had lost the Chūnin Exams against Boruto flirted with her shameless. There was a smug satisfaction in him when he watched her punch Yurui down the stairs of the diplomat's office's stairs. Sarada turned on her heels then fuming, looked at him and then said they needed to talk about her mission report for the joint mission she had participated on with Suna shinobi. He had taken her out for coffee while they chatted about her report.
Shikadai had traced Yurui down after that lunch and warned him off of Sarada with a few well-placed hits and threats.
It was a stupid feeling; jealousy, and he hated it because it burned away his lackadaisical demeanor faster than he liked. Appearing lazy was what kept him from having a monstrous work load; though his mother was not fooled for some reason. That day his mother had taken him out for a dinner. It was a quiet meal of take out in the park and they had chatted a bit. She told him to ask Uchiha Sarada out, he had nearly choked on his food.
He could see his funeral then, 'he died because he asked Uchiha Sasuke's only daughter out' was to be engraved into his headstone. His mother had laughed and said Sasuke wasn't that bad, he frowned and said he'd pass.
He ended up dating a girl from the Cryptoanalysis Squad named Shiori, she was a nice, simple, frazzled girl who did not have onyx eyes or ebony hair (she had blonde hair and blue eyes). She was not slight of figure but rather a busty girl, and she was not quiet; she was a talker.
She was everything Sarada wasn't.
And he had done that on purpose in hopes of kicking whatever bug had planted itself in him for Sarada out.
It didn't work when he saw her playing with her two younger brothers; Satoru and Sadao. He saw her smile as she laughed and ran from the toddlers and he knew he was once again fucked as he stood there on a date with Shiori watching the park as they ate ice cream. He was sunk, and he didn't tell his girlfriend that he loved another girl as she laughed with two toddler brothers who chased her around and play tackled her. At the end of that date he decided to be fair with Shiori, they had been dating for nearly a year and he broke it off with her. As much as it sucked to do that it was for the best.
He was nineteen when he did his first mission with Sarada, ever, which scared the hell out of him.
Assassinations were not his normal thing, but this was an exception because his best friends had been taken by a terrorist; Inojin, Boruto, and Himawari were being ransomed off, and he had come for them because the Leaf did not negotiate with terrorist. Period.
He had volunteered and asked for assistance, the Seventh had summoned Uchiha Sarada.
Shikadai wasn't a fool, he knew her reputation as a one woman army and knew she was more than capable of what they were about to do. But the last time he'd really seen Uchiha Sarada in action (aside from punching flirting Cloud diplomats) was the Chūnin Exams. But her reputation was known and that was why he was alright with working with her. Besides, Uchiha Sarada was a collected woman.
They had retrieved their friends, and the two of them had taken out an entire terror network in the process. The celebratory dinner for their success had led to a lot of drinking, Sarada was a giggly drunk and he took her home. He was nearly chidori'd to death by her father when he knocked on the door, Sasuke wasn't happy that his daughter was drunk, and Shikadai didn't disagree. She was vulnerable, beautiful, and not in control of her body, Shikadai had shuddered to think of what could have happened to her if he hadn't walked her home.
At twenty he ended up on a double date with Sarada because of Inojin and Himawari who had bartered a date if they took the two other most responsible people they knew; him and Sarada. Shikadai had come to the conclusion then that the heavens hated him as they continuously set him up with Uchiha Sarada; the untouchable Uchiha Princess on top of that.
That night hadn't been so bad, he had shock Sarada and himself when they were joking and he had followed an impulse. He kissed the glasses beauty he had loved, pressed her up against an old tree shadowed in the night and took what he wanted. It was in his mother's nature to take what she wanted, and he had inherited that to an extent.
He was still lazy Nara Shikadai, but he wanted Uchiha Sarada.
So he stole that first kiss, pressed her up against a tree and kissed her as if it were the last thing he'd ever do; because it very well could be if he was caught; and tasted her. She tasted sweet, like desert, but there was a dangerous edge to her, she tasted of chidori and alcohol. Kami had she ever tasted good, he felt like he was drunk on that kiss when he pulled away and stared at those startle onyx eyes. He kissed her again and savored the dark, edgy flavor of Uchiha Sarada.
After that night Sarada avoided him and he knew it, she was damn good at hiding but he was a strategist and figuring out his friends and enemies was his job. He figured her out and narrowed her list of hiding holes (trees) down to a few and found her. It had taken him three months but he had found her, she had tried to punch him through a mountain, he had managed to pin her to the ground and reason with her. It wasn't an easy task pinning Uchiha Sarada, she made it damn hard and when he finally pinned her with his shadow jutsu she was livid. But once he found out why she was livid he was shocked.
At twenty years old Sarada had never been kissed before that night.
Shikadai had been shocked to learn that, and very proud to be her first because that meant he'd be her only. He was so sunk with whatever it was he felt for her that he decided to be like his mother and just take what he wanted. He wanted Uchiha Sarada, he'd have her. Shikadai asked her on a proper date once that lethal temper of hers' had calmed down and she reluctantly complied; under the promise that he not steal another kiss from her.
He had complied.
Shikadai had walked onto the Uchiha compound the night of his intended date and was greeted by the all terrifying Uchiha Sasuke. Threats and ultimatums were passed by the Uchiha, and Shikadai had agreed to all of these partially so he lived, and partially because he already had the entire strategy for winning over the Uchiha family to liking him plotted.
The first date with Sarada was different than that stupid double date they had been on where they had watched the puppy love of Inojin and Himawari. Sarada was watching him warily and he was assessing her for her enjoyment of the night.
He won by the end of the night after that simple date.
It was clear that Sarada was uncomfortable on the date, when he had asked why she had bluntly stated she wasn't going to be used to hurt her father or her mother and left him behind. He had jogged after her, then spent the rest of the night assuring her that that was not his intentions. She said prove it and he knew he needed a new strategy for catching her, but he accepted her challenge without second thought as they continued their date.
The desire to kiss her at the end of the date was overwhelming but he refrained as she walked into her house and disappeared from his view.
His 'girlfriend' was stubborn, she was evasive, and she was quirky when he could pry her cool exterior away long enough to see the real her. There was nothing about Sarada he didn't like, and that was something Boruto couldn't understand. But Boruto was a lady's man and would just as soon sleep with Mitsuki as flirt with Sarada and they all knew it, he'd turn to men before he tried dating an Uchiha. Inojin just wished him luck. Shikadai had decided he was going to need it.
But after two years of dating he managed to have her comfortable enough, and her parents liked him, that he decided to take the next step with Uchiha Sarada.
ChōChō and Himawari had helped him with the ring.
His dad had pulled a few strings with a restaurant, his mother had threatened the owner when he bluntly said 'We don't serve Uchihas here'.
Boruto created the smokescreen and everything was set up with the help of his friends.
The night he proposed Sarada was wary of him for some reason, he blamed Boruto and Mitsuki, but he was undeterred as he walked with her to the restaurant. The ring he had been hiding in his sock drawer for months now felt like it weighed like a ton but he was kind of excited for tonight as he walked with her.
He and Sarada hadn't had sex, he had a feeling she was avoiding feeling like she had been used by him if this went badly, and though he wanted sex he wasn't going to force her. however, provided her father wasn't around to kill him they did make out, and he loved that. A part of him was hoping that they would make out tonight; he had asked Uchiha Sasuke for permission for his daughter's hand only to receive the response:
'Break my daughter's heart and I will break you.'
With that encouragement in mind he was optimistic that everything was going to go how he planned and he would get to make out with his fiancé. After all, Himawari and Inojin were getting hitched next week and even ChōChō was getting married before the year was out, to Mitsuki shockingly. So Shikadai felt that now was just as good of a time as any to get married. But that didn't stop his nerves and uncertainty as he looked at the slight glasses wearing woman beside him and felt that ring in his pocket. When they arrived at the restaurant Sarada had promptly wanted to leave, he knew then that she was still uncomfortable in the village but was determined.
Tonight was going to be perfect of her, even if it killed him; and it just might as he gently pulled her protesting for along. She relented though and they were enjoying a good meal. After dinner when they were walking through the park holding hands he had started trying to find the words to propose to her.
She burst into tears at his fumble of words and saying 'we need to talk'.
Needless to say the proposal was a dramatic drag with Sarada thinking he was dumping her and him thinking she was crying at his proposal. Once it was all straightened out they were good, and even laughed about that debacle.
The wedding was a November wedding; mostly because it was September and he wasn't going to give her a chance to change her mind. His brilliance of that move though was because he made her think it was her idea; no doubt if she found him manipulating her she'd kick his ass through all the countries and back for fun and then put him six thousand below. Which was why he did not manipulate Uchiha Sarada, ever, well, not often enough to get caught. He only maneuvered her in his big plans. But still, she hadn't caught him and he was thankful for that.
Her mother had been thrilled about their announcement when they returned. Her father had only glared a warning at him and hugged Sarada. His father had been happy and hugged Sarada tightly when they announced it the next day. His mother had told him it was about time he got off his lazy ass and propose before welcoming Sarada to the family with another hug.
Needless to say things slipped away from the quickly as they prepared for the wedding.
Shikadai had prepared for the situation of a runaway bride; which was entirely possible with how Sarada hated being on display; even though she did still want to be the ninth Hokage.
He was just relieved when Sasuke appeared with Sarada on his arm as they walked down the aisle. Though he did hear her father say it wasn't too late to run, which had him frowning and Sarada smiling. Once their vows were said, rings exchanged and she was kissed as Nara Sarada, she couldn't run away and he had felt relieved as they made it through the reception and the families.
That first night had been a relief to him as he kissed that dangerous, dark edge of Sarada and pealed her dress aside as he enjoyed her that night. Nara Shikadai found himself hopelessly addicted to his young wife.
A year passed, Himawari married Inojin. And ChōChō married Mitsuki. It was fine in his mind as they all went about their lives. Himawari was the first of the Ino-Shika-Chō group to have a child. She had a blue eyed, blonde boy with two whiskers on each cheek and a Byakugan behind those pupiless blue eyes. Shikadai had fell in love with his nephew then and spoiled Inodai rotten. ChōChō was the next to have her baby, two months after Himawari, Chōchi was a plump boy with gold eyes, his silver hair and his Akimichi grandfather's face. He was cut, and Shikadai liked him, but the kid was loud and demanding.
A month after Chōchi's birth Sarada approached him with startling news, she was pregnant. He had fallen out of his seat before scrambling up, kissing her and asking her how far. Two months. Seven months later he yelped when she screamed in pain and broke his hand in labor.
His daughter was born without a sound, when he seen her presented to her mother he was startled to look at a girl who looked exactly like Sarada, and he smiled at her. His daughter had his eyes in shape, but with her onyx eyes, ebony hair and oval face she was the spitting image of her mother, and he had smiled at his daughter.
"Troublesome women," Shikadai sighed when his daughter captured his finger and sucked it silently in her little mouth.
Sarada had laughed.
Nara Shika only looked indifferent as she sucked his finger and Shikadai decided his father was right, troublesome women were the best.
I wrote this when I was exceedingly bored, I mean bored out of my skull, at one in the morning and finished it by three. To those of you wondering why I write at one in the morning know this, I do not sleep a lot; four to five hours is all I need to be functioning and I've always been that way.
Anyways I wrote it, now I feel better about writing my other fanfics so hopefully I'll have updates today.