I Do Not Own Naruto

Uchiha

The rain slid over her skin and she had long since been alone staring at the coffin after everyone had left her.

Her father.

The hero. The most powerful shinobi besides a Kage. The savior of the world. Master of the Rinnegan. Master of the Sharingan. A reformed criminal. An antisocial bastard who had loved her, but he had left her.

Left her all alone now.

Her breathe hitched as her chest tightened and the tears which hadn't escaped during the funeral slipped her guard now as she collapsed into the grass and sobbed. The rain slid over her skin as her black hair fell in a curtain around her while she hugged herself.

What no one had said was her father had only been half a man for ten years now. That he had been hurting and just waiting for his death.

But she hadn't wanted him to go, he hadn't wanted him to leave her alone in this world as she sobbed and screamed her pain into the grass. There was no one there to see her pain as she cried out. she hated herself because her father had died, died here at this grave, while she had been on a date.

A fucking date!

Sarada squeezed her eyes shut as she tried to keep everything back unsuccessfully and cried as the world felt like it was crushing her.

She was alone.

She was the last Uchiha.

But she didn't want to be the last one, she wanted them back.

Three Days Earlier…

"Hey Papa," she greeted as she walked into the family's house. She knew he wasn't in the kitchen, neither of them could stand that room since they had found mama collapsed and cold on the tiles of it. She walked passed the kitchen to his study, he was reading, and she smiled when he looked up at her.

"Sarada," he greeted, his voice was soft but he hadn't spoken much since mama had passed. She remembered how frantic he had been pulling her mother's body to him and sobbing, howling, and screaming like a raging animal as he refused to believe she was dead. Sarada had frantically called the hospital but it had been too late.

"I have a date," she said softly and that had him lifting a brow in interest. "With Nara Shikadai."

"Hn," he nodded. She saw him put aside the book then, it was one of mama's medical books she noted and she smiled. Ten years later and her father still only loved her mama, oh, she knew he loved her, but her father had never remarried, never dated, and to her knowledge hadn't had a fling since mama's death. It sad knowing how much he loved her still, but it was sweet in a way.

"Tomorrow, he asked me out," she informed him.

"You are a grown woman Sarada, I trust you to take care of yourself," he informed her and she walked over to the foot seat in front of his chair. She was twenty-two, soon to be twenty-three, and her father had always given her free run even before… but that didn't mean she'd be foolish enough to take advantage of his trust in her.

"I know, but mama always told me to tell you what I was doing so we didn't lose touch," she explained. Her father's exposed onyx eye looked sad and lost at the mention of mama, just as she felt the pang in her chest at the memory of that talk with mama.

"When is your date," her father asked calmly.

"Tonight, we're going to the movies and dinner, probably walk around afterwards, nothing fancy," she assured him.

"Just be smart," he said and she smiled then.

"Always," she had assured him as she stood up and walked out of the room, she picked up her bag and went up to her room. Her father seemed to be doing alright today, he wasn't in his dark mood and she felt sad. He missed mama so much.

Getting ready for her date was not fun, she wasn't a girly girl like Himawari or ChōChō. But she could clean up nicely, as she pulled on clean pants, a nice blouse, a sweater that had once been her mother's, and a red ribbon in her ebony hair. Doing the bare minimum of makeup, she decided she was good enough for her date with Shikadai and walked down the stairs. Her father was still reading that book but he had moved to the kitchen table.

"What are you doing this evening?" she asked.

"Visiting your mother," he answered, she saw the flowers then and knew he had been to the Yamanaka shop. She looked down then.

"I can cancel and go with you," she said quickly.

"Go Sarada, it'll be your birthday tomorrow, enjoy it," her father said sternly.

"Are you sure?" she pestered. Yesterday was the anniversary of her mother's death and the day before had been her mother's birthday, she knew her father was missing her mother the most right now.

"Aa," he nodded. There was a knock on the door and she stood up. Kissing his cheek, she walked to the door and smiled weakly at Shikadai. He was a good friend, had been probably her best friend since she had been fifteen. They had bonded over his mother's illness, he had been terrified about losing his mom, which was understandable and Sarada had helped the entire Nara clan through Temari's illness. Temari had been fine in the end, but it had been a terrifying process and Shikadai had quickly become a friend of hers'. She hadn't ever expected him to ask her out on a date, she had thought that a girl like Mitsuki or Yuri were more his pace, but he had asked her and she had said yes.

She had a suspicion that he had asked her because this was around the time her mother had passed.

"Hey Shikadai," she smiled.

"Sarada," Shikadai smiled slightly at her but he kept his lazy demeanor.

"I'll see you later papa," she smiled.

Sasuke had looked up at her and waved, she took Shikadai's offered arm and walked out into the night with him.

The date had been wonderful, it had been fun, she couldn't remember laughing so hard at a movie with all it's off beat jokes and the action. It had been fun. The dinner had been nice, it wasn't fancy or anything, but it wasn't Ichiraku's. She liked chatting with Shikadai, he was interesting and he kept her so engaged with everything he had to say and she loved it. She loved chatting with him and talking strategy. It was more interesting than anything else they had to talk about.

They saw Inojin and Himawari on their date, she snickered thinking about how that was going to go over with her uncle and Boruto, but Himawari looked unbelievably happy so they ignored the other couple.

After dinner they walked around the village. Shikadai and she said nothing, it had been a wonderful companionable silence which was a nice change of pace for her. Shikadai walked her home, and she thanked him for the lovely time when he kissed her. Sarada had been stunned, and even more shocked when she liked it; she had never been kissed before (pathetic as it maybe she had never been kissed in her entire twenty-two years of living, she had never found anyone worth the effort before though). Shikadai had her melting into him as he pressed her against the door of her house. He knew what he was doing as she felt a wonderful heat, her stomach was fluttering and she was pretty certain her heart had stopped with the sensation of electricity coursing through her.

He pulled away.

"Night," he said and he left her, she was grinning like an idiot after her first date ever and her first kiss that she was humming all the way up the stairs into her room. Eventually she settled into bed with a cup of black tea and the latest mystery thriller she had bought. Sleepy eyes had pulled her from the thrilling novel, which she set aside, she picked up a photo of her mom and her dad together on a happy day when she had caught them unaware with her camera.

Her father had a real smile on his lips, his arm war wrapped around her mom as they sat beneath the old tree in their backyard. Her mom was reading a book with a smile, and it was… it was the perfect day.

She had captured the picture, and given it to her dad on his birthday, he had a copy, and she had a copy and she knew he carried this photo with him everywhere.

Silently Sarada recounted her date to her mom, hoping her mom was listening from the heavens, and eventually she fell asleep after that.

The next morning she couldn't find her dad anywhere on the property, and her Sharingan couldn't find his chakra. Sighing, she had though he had gone on an ANBU mission, but a bad feeling was twisting up her gut when she found his sword and gear. Picking up his sword and her own daggers she left the house to head to he last place she knew he had gone.

Sarada didn't think anything of her birthday morning, all the late mist of spring made the village seem new, and she made her way up to the Uchiha cemetary.

Her eyes had noticed her father's cloaked form first. She had thought he had fallen asleep here again as she made her way up to him. Something in her compelled her to run though when she didn't sense his chakra, she saw the strewn about flower's petals, the drag marks in the mud and she screamed then.

"Dad! Papa!" she was shouting as she ran to him. Skidding beside him, dropping his sword she pulled her father's body into her arms and screamed his name as she tried to warm him.

But he was cold, his face was serine, and his cloths were damp from the late rain, the morning mist, and the night's dew. She sobbed over him for hours as she rocked his form.

He had made it to mama's grave, and that was where he had died.

Her uncle Naruto had found her, and after dragging her off of Sasuke's body he had carried her father to the hospital, Sarada only carried his sword.

Shizune had performed the autopsy.

Her father had passed from natural causes, something Shizune didn't understand when she explained that his heart had simply given out. There had been no poisons which killed him, no enemy's attack, and no odd illness, his heart had simply given out.

But as she had stood there on the hospital's white wall she had known as the tears silently slipped her guard. Her father had died of a broken heart. He had needed mama, he had needed her and he had passed away from missing mama. Sarada knew this as she wiped her tears away and remained indifferent from that moment onwards, she couldn't show her weakness.

She stayed with Kakashi, by choice, while her uncle arranged the funeral. Naruto did a good job with the preperations, Boruto told her if there was anything she needed she only needed to ask, Hinata had hugged her tight, and Himawari had kindly offered her sorrows for her.

But Sarada was numb. And for three days she couldn't feel anything.

And now it was all crashing on her and crushing her as she stared at her mother and father's shared grave weeping.

A set of strong hands had her jumping when they touched her and she glared into a set of green eyes.

"Sarada," he said.

She sobbed as he helped her to her feet and took her to the Nara compound. Stumbling she leant on him as wept. Her father's sword was still tightly clutched in her hands.

He looked at the pinkette as he lay on her grave and she smiled as she offered him her hand.

"Sakura," he breathed.

"Let's go home Sasuke," she murmured as he took her hand. When he stood he saw his body, and he looked to her again.

"Sarada?"

"Sarada will be fine, with time," Sakura assured him as they walked to the light. He blinked as he saw his clan for the first time since their deaths and he followed his pinkette into the light. He looked back once and saw his daughter smiling at the Nara boy before he looked back to his pinkette and pulled her into him again.

I'm Alive is coming, I wasn't happy with the last few chapters of it and in my frustrations I felt like writing this. Hate me if you want, but I wanted to write this.