DISCLAIMER: I DON'T own anything Naruto. If I did Boruto NEVER WOULD HAVE EXISTED!

Author's Note: Not gonna believe this but this concept came to me tonight at around 7PM cooking scrambled eggs.

Review Responses (THANK YOU for taking the time too):

Matchmaking Sand Style:

Ajherogamer37: Thanks. Of course it's flashy. Temari won't let anyway ruin her baby brother's happiness.

Please, Sasuke!:

Guest: Full stomach right? It's best to eat before going to sleep. Have a good one.

Life isn't Easy:

Guest: Yes, that's the concept.

Lifeisgoodagain (Guest): You again. Don't forget to breath.

"A simple delivery mission. Yeah right Dad."

The 12 year old chunin growls out sarcastically as she skillfully avoids a continuous senbon rainstorm.

"Hey, little girl just hand over the pendant. Then maybe I'll spare you."

That rough gruffy male voice spats out for the umpteenth time. She rolls her pupil-less sea-foam green eyes dilated in fury. She clenches the dark purple gem tighter in her black gloved hands. As the senben keep falling trying to slice and dice her.

'That buffoon! Enough hiding, bring it CHA!"

Her fierce thoughts are interrupted. The senben rainstorm completely stops. As her pink twin pigtails pulled, her red Sand Village headband goes flying from the top of her head.

She's thrown across the field bouncing twice as she hits a boulder painfully. Or she would have been, if her sand shield didn't take most of the damage.

Receding back into her tiny pink painted gourd tied around her waist resting on her left hip. She rubs her head sitting up on her knees. No time to recover as she's grabbed by her throat. Off her feet, pupil-less sea-foam green eyes stared at by malicious dark brown eyes.

"What do you say, we have some fun before I kill you?"

The smirk on his face makes her sick to stomach. She glares darkly at him. "YOU DAMN PERVERT!" She builds her chakra into her feet, kicking him swiftly, forced to drop her as he goes flying yards away.

Unknown to her as she falls unconscious still clenching the dark purple gem, it glows white. Soon engulfing her completely. . .

Sarada adjust her red oval framed glasses, she sighs. As Boruto lags behind her, of course eating a hamburger.

"Hey! Don't get mad. We needed that rest."

The 7th Hokage's son states in a mouthful. Making the ravenette clench her fists at her sides.

"Whatever, let's get going. My dad's waiting back home for me."

She smiles thinking of her father. Knowing her mother was all giddy about the news herself. Sarada giggles cutely. Until Boruto pulls her around, stops her shout of anger. As she finds a girl about 2 years old then them unconscious.

The two stare at one another. Already decision made, Boruto carefully picks her up. Finding she's not that heavy yet very pretty. He calms a blush rushing to his face.

Sarada closes her eyes, rubbing her forehead, glances at something in the girl's clenched left hand.

'That looks like. . . it can't be.'

Instead of telling Boruto, she swiftly goes to grab it. Only to have the girl shoot awake, leaping off Boruto.

"You're not taking me that easily!"

She growls out. Boruto blushes now at her voice, tho angry it's lovely. Sarada calmly walks forward.

"Relax, alright? We were just taking you. . ."

"Nowhere you Uchiha scam! Either of you come near me, I will kill you!"

Sarada admittedly (to herself) the pinkette's threat terrified her. Perplexed she looks to Boruto, the boy looking even more confused.

'How did she know I'm Uchiha? Just who is she?"

TO BE CONTINUED. . .