Title: My Daughter

Prompt: Young Sarada meeting genin SasuSaku

Genre: Romance / Humor

Rating: K+

Beta read by Sakura's Unicorn!

"Calm down!"

No matter how many times she said it, Sarada just couldn't compose herself. Who could in this situation? She ran as fast as her legs would take her, jumping from roof to roof, but she found no reprieve from her growing anxiety. Finally, she halted on the tip of a telephone pole and surveyed Hokage Mountain.

"Only four faces?! Where am I? Better yet, when am I!'"

She took in deep, calming breaths. "Okay. Four faces means I'm either during the third or fourth's reign. I just need to find someone who can help." Sarada wracked her brain for anyone who could possibly be in authority at this point in history. She thought it would be useless to find the Nanadaime, as he would currently only be around her age.

Uncle Kakashi, maybe? She scratched her chin lightly. He would definitely be a jōnin by now. Nodding to the mountain faces, she leapt to the ground, her decision made—she would find Kakashi.

Walking around the village, even a focused kunoichi like Sarada couldn't help but feel awed. She felt as if she was seeing everything in the village she grew up in for the first time. Everything looked so different, yet it all felt so familiar to her. She was at the town center, enjoying the market view, listening to the busy chatter when she bumped into someone.

"Oww!" A girl stepped back, holding her forehead. "Watch where you're going!"

The young Uchiha reeled, pressing her palm to her head. She was about to apologize when another voice caught her attention.

"Let's go, Sakura."

Her dark eyes widened at the two teenagers who stood before her. She instantly recognized them. "Mama? Papa?"

The two genin looked at her as if she had grown extra heads. The girl with pink hair spoke first. "Mama? What are you talking about?"

She still couldn't believe her eyes. Her mother looked so young with her long hair and wide forehead. But Sarada knew without a doubt it was her mother—she'd know those green eyes anywhere.

The boy pulled them both aside into an alley, away from the crowds. "Who are you?" he asked coldly.

Unfazed, Sarada reached out to touch Sasuke's face. "You really do look like me, Papa," she said, squishing and pulling at his cheeks.

His face flooded with heat, and he swatted her hand away. "Stop touching me!"

She puffed her cheeks and placed her hands on her hips. "Hokage-sama was right. You were an asshole."

Sasuke's eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets.

She smirked. "I'm your daughter, Sarada Uchiha," she said, introducing herself. "I'm from the future. I need to find Uncle Kakashi, so I can go back."

Now, it was Sakura's turn to gape. "Uncle Kakashi?"

The dark-haired girl nodded enthusiastically. "I'm his favorite," she said with a grin.

Done with this nonsense, the boy demanded, "Show us proof."

Sarada pouted, matching his glare with her own, feeling as if she was looking at her own reflection. She took out her wallet and pulled out a few photos. "Here."

Sasuke and Sakura stared at them. There were three photos in all. The first one was of Sasuke, sometime in his early twenties—on his shoulders sat a toddler with dark hair and eyes. The second photo was Sakura in a kimono with Sarada at ten years old standing next to her.

The last photo had the two of them reeling. It was a family portrait with Sarada smiling from between her parents. Sakura stopped breathing, and Sasuke's eyes were wide with disbelief.

Sarada watched them, feeling the tears pool in her eyes. Sakura looked up, her eyes were also glassy. Suddenly, she wrapped her arms around her daughter, enclosing her in a fierce hug.

"Mama! Too tight!" Sarada winced, but couldn't help laughing. She was glad to know that her mother had always been so loving.

Sasuke stood there, watching his teammate hug this girl who claimed to be his daughter. He looked at the photos in his hands once again, skimming his thumb over Sakura's face. She'd aged well. He never thought it was possible for her to look more beautiful than she did now.

His heart swelled at the thought that he would marry her, and have a beautiful daughter. He felt his lips pull up at the photo of him carrying baby Sarada on his shoulders, but it was the last photo that really stirred up his emotions—the family portrait.

I'm going to have a family.

Sakura and Sarada's happy chatter broke him out of his reverie. He smiled, listening to the two of them excitedly talk about the future that the three of them would have together.

"Sasuke-kun!" Sakura turned around and grinned at him. "It looks like you and I are going to marry young!" Her cheeks were tinted pink, and her eyes glittered with joy.

The boy smirked. "Oh yeah? Tell me all about it." He was back to his cool, smug self.

Sarada huffed, but then a sly grin spread across her face. She glided to Sasuke and poked his forehead with her index and middle finger.

"I'll tell you next time, Papa," she said with a wink.

Sasuke felt his cheeks color as his hand came up to touch his forehead. Only Itachi ever did that to him. As he stared Sarada, he could only think of one thing:

She is definitely my daughter.

A/N: I was initially really hesitant to write about Sasuke, or in his perspective but now I think it's really fun! Hihi.

Big thank you again to Sakura's Unicorn for beta reading for me. Go and read her stories. They make me laugh like a crazy person out in public. Hahaha!

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~Kairi