Hey there readers! I'm back for a new fanfiction. Here are some things you need to keep in mind before reading.
This story is written in an alternate universe setting. Expect some modern and typically different settings from the Boruto series.
If you are a hardcore shipper of BoruSara, KawaSumi, and other ships that involved Sarada and Kawaki, this isn't for you. In other words, you shouldn't read this story. I don't want unnecessary drama on the reviews, but if you are open-minded and like to see the other side, then it is still up to you to continue scrolling the pages.
And to all my fellow KawaSara shippers, this is for you. Enjoy and thank you for checking this out.
Sending love to you all. Keep healthy and safe people!
Love,
bunnyblahblah
"I will do anything for the sake of my child even if it will cost my own life."
The man moves in front of a boy who is beaten up by some mafia guys. The gangster-like man points a gun at the man who is protecting his child.
"Father, that's enough! You better run awa-"
"No son, you know I'm not going to do that," the man shouts.
The boy's eyes enlarge out of shock.
"Enough with your useless talk! You two will die here anyway," the gangster-like man says. His subordinates laugh at them.
"You bastard!" the man shouts and a gunshot is heard.
(The crowd shouts)
"Father!" the boy yells on top of his lungs.
His father was shot in the arm. He is bleeding.
"Father! Father are you okay?" the boy cries.
The gangster-like man laughs evilly.
"You assholes!"
Out of nowhere, a man with a mask appears and effortlessly kicks the villains' butts.
(The crowd giggles)
"Who the hell are you?" the gangster man asks in horror pointing the gun at the masked man.
"There's no need to introduce myself to useless criminals like you," the masked man punches and kicks the gangster-like man until he lies unconsciously on the ground.
A patrol car sound can be heard approaching the scene.
The masked man is about to leave the father and his son when the son calls to him.
"Wait..." the boy utters. He turns to face him.
"What's the matter?" he asks him.
"Thank you for saving us and by the way, who are you?" the boy asks his name.
"No need to thank me. It's my responsibility to help those in need. And for my name..." he pauses.
"I'm the superhero of the world," he replies and flies away.
The boy watches him as he flies away and completely vanishes in his eyes. The cops arrive and help them.
THE END...
The crowd claps as the curtains cover the screen of the movie theater.
"That was a great movie, Sarada," Chocho tells me. She is confused to why I am silent and not responding to her.
"Sarada? Are you okay?" she asks.
She turns to see me. I'm actually crying. I couldn't help my tears from flowing.
"You seem to be so carried away by the movie," Chocho says with an awkward smile.
"Chocho, that was Mr. Martin. I couldn't help myself," I respond to her.
"Let's go and get something to eat I'm hungry," she says and drags me out of the room.
"I really like this shop's burger and drinks," she comments.
"I agree. The burger wants me to keep crying," I remark.
"That's enough Sarada. That's actually weird. The movie has ended already," she tells me. I give her a pout.
"What are your plans this summer?" she asks me.
"That's way too far from now," I say and get another bite from my burger.
"Yes, but I can't stop thinking about it. Maybe I can get a cool or handsome boyfriend by the time," she daydreams.
"Chocho, you're..." I tell her painting a wry smile on my lips.
We're just middle schoolers and she already thinks of having a boyfriend by the summer.
"Shut up! I know you daydream of going out on a date with Boruto," she says and winks.
I can feel my cheeks warm and blush.
"W-What? O-Of course not!" I snap while stuttering.
"Come on, we're best friends for a reason and it's really normal for teenagers like us to daydream about our crush," she explains.
She's very outspoken. She speaks what's on her mind.
"Yeah, I think it's normal but saying it out loud isn't. Maybe Boruto's around and hears us," I say.
"That will be great. You don't need to confess in front of him," she says boldly.
"What?!" I snap.
"Calm down, he's nowhere near us," she says while munching on her food.
"Besides, you need to make a move now. Boruto's very popular among the girls at school. He's the type that every girl dreams about. Smart, cool, responsible..." she brags.
Well, Chocho's right. Boruto's hard to reach I mean he's popular and I am nobody. Although he knows me and we're classmates, I am just a nerdy type that everyone seems to call weird who only likes to read books and watch Mr. Martin's shows and he might think the same way about me.
"But Sarada, you shouldn't give up yet. Boruto may like you in the end who knows?" she tries to make me feel better I know.
"Yeah, I can daydream of that thought every day," I tell her in a sarcastic tone.
"Send him love letters he may like reading them," he suggests.
"What? Are you serious?" I yell.
"Yup. If you can't convey your feelings for someone verbally, then a love letter will do," she tells me.
Chocho really knows a lot about these things I envy her.
I don't have the courage to tell him about my feelings personally and I don't have the courage to write him a love letter either. My social life sucks.
"I don't have the guts to do it," I say while my shoulders drop.
"Come on! You're the smartest girl in the room you should be the most courageous girl as well. Boruto might like girls with a tough heart," she says.
"No, I can't be that girl," I say helplessly looking at the ground.
"Boruto might have feelings for you too," she says.
"How can you say that?" I ask her.
"Maybe because I can tell?" she utters.
"What? And how can you tell?" I ask her again now looking at her face.
I furrow my brows while waiting for her to continue.
She finishes her burger and drinks the last drop of her juice before she speaks to me.
"I caught him staring at you sometimes without you noticing it," she reveals.
My irises enlarge. I think my cheeks turn red. Is there really a possibility that Boruto likes me?
"A-Are you sure about that, Chocho?" I can't still believe it.
She nods.
"Stop kidding me, okay? Stop giving me false hopes," I tell her.
"Whatever. It's up to you if you won't believe me. I saw what I saw," she smirks.
I don't want to assume Boruto likes me perhaps Chocho misinterpreted his gesture looking at me. Maybe it just happened that she caught him looking at me sometimes. Well, he stares at everyone.
We wave goodbye at each other. I walk home alone.
"I'm home!" I cheerfully greet.
"Welcome home, Sarada," mom greets me back.
"I'm home, Dad," I bow in front of his picture frame displayed on the shelf.
My dad died in a car accident when I was still a child. I haven't enjoyed his presence for a long time, but I knew in my heart he forever will be here.
Mr. Martin and my dad are actually alike that's why I can say I am his number one fan.
Mr. Martin is an actor. He usually portrays a good father in every show he has. I like all his shows and movies I never missed any of them.
My mom actually knows my admiration for Mr. Martin and I know in my heart that my father will remain as my father and he will never be replaced and that my mom never gets married again.
"How's the movie, honey?" mom asks me when I get close to her.
"It was really good. Mr. Martin never really fails me," I tell her.
"Glad that you liked it," she smiles and gets back to the kitchen.
"Umm..." I murmur.
"By the way, I cooked your favorite," she informs me. My eyes widen when I hear her say it.
"Really?" I giggle. She nods.
I can't help myself and hug mom with happiness that bursts out from my chest.
She smiles at me and tells me to change my clothes and we will dive into dinner.
I go to my bedroom after dinner. I check my books and homework if I left some items unanswered. Glad everything is complete. I read my lessons for tomorrow so I can have an idea about what our teacher is going to discuss. It is my habit to read my lessons ahead and answer some questions before our teacher asks us to do them.
"I feel a bit sleepy now," I murmur.
I fix my things and let my bag rests on the table. I get ready for bed. Before I completely fall asleep I remember what Chocho had said to me.
"I caught him staring at you sometimes without you noticing it..."
Is it really possible that Boruto likes me as well?
I shake my head and scold myself. He's not interested in someone like me I guess.
What if he does?
"Mom, I'm leaving," I tell her.
"Okay honey, good luck at school," she wishes me luck every day.
"Okay, do your job at work too, "I tell her while waving my hand. She is preparing for work too. Now that my dad is gone, my mom needs to get a job to sustain our finances.
I start to take steps forward. I usually walk to school it isn't that far from home and also to have some sort of exercise. Well, walking is a sort of exercise.
"Sarada!" I can clearly see Chocho waving at me at the corner. I run to get faster to her.
"Good morning, Chocho," I pant now gasping for air.
"Good morning, Sarada. You should have not run like that," she tells me.
"I guess so too, it's too early for school. We can make it on time," I respond.
"Yup," she answers while nodding her head.
"So..." she starts. I look at her waiting for her to continue.
"Did you write a love letter for him?" she continues.
I am flustered. My cheeks suddenly turn red I guess.
"Wh-What are you talking about? Of course, I didn't!" I shout.
"You should have written Boruto a love let—" I did not let her finish and cover her mouth.
"Shhh, someone might hear you. It will be very embarrassing if Boruto will know," I whisper on her ear.
"That's actually good news for you."
Goodness! She's too insensitive this time. How could she say that easily?
"Chocho..." I scowl.
"If I were you Sarada, I'll confess to him right away," she says.
"That's not easy," I retaliate.
"It is. I mean you might waste the chance of him liking you too," she tells me.
"Wait, do you know what kind of girl Boruto likes?" I ask in confusion.
"No," her short reply.
"But how could you say such things?" I ask her.
"I don't know maybe I know how it works?" she sounds weird.
"What if he doesn't like me? I mean if I tell him about my feelings he will reject me?" I tell her.
"You'll move on then," she simply says.
How could she say them easily?
"Look Sarada, I think it's not the right time to talk about it," she says then pulls me to run inside the school gates.
As we enter the room, I see someone sitting on my chair.
Who is he?
I walk closer to my desk and stand in front of the boy sitting on my desk.
"Hey excuse me, that's my seat. Can you occupy another vacant seat? That desk belongs to me," I politely tell him.
He coldly stares at me. His stares feel like freezing and they are as sharp as a knife.
He stomps his feet on my desk. I am dumbfounded for a moment, so shocked by what he did.
"Who cares?" he says still giving me his cold stares.
I'm so upset. He is getting into my nerves.
Who the hell is this arrogant guy?