Hello!
Thank you so much for the review, Bogarty! I'm really glad you liked it.
This fic was inspired by a scenario I had in my head for a long time, and so I decided, what better pair than Boruto and Sarada to enact it? I also decided to turn it into a Western setting, considering some of the elements of the setting (train, horse). I've got to give credit to iBloo. After reading her fic collection with one chapter recreating BoruSara as pirate and... pirate catcher? Whatever Boruto was in that fic. I love pirates and I love that fic. This is just an excerpt of a much longer story, one that I don't have time to write. So I hope you enjoy this and let me know if you did!
Bolt Uzumaki, son of the sheriff, had been given an assignment to investigate the serial bank-robbing outlaw, nicknamed the Scarlet Spring. The only known detail of the outlaw was that he wore a red scarf over his mouth, a typical cowboy outfit, and a brown cowboy hat. He would seemingly appear out of nowhere, and somehow, disappear without a trace. Bolt sulked at the assignment. He would prefer shorter (and easier) missions, such as capturing or even eliminating a criminal. He was already famous for executing the well-known and extremely dangerous criminal, Momoshiki at an extremely young age. After a short mission, he would spend his time playing poker or other card games. But as he was closing in on this new outlaw, new information constantly emerged. It was quite an unexpected turn of events. The bank-robbing outlaw turned out to be a woman, and a gorgeous one too.
She had escaped his trap, and he had no choice to pursue. During the altercation, he had managed to undo her red scarf-mask and cowboy hat. As he stood there shocked, she had delivered a hit which disabled him just long enough for her to run to the train tracks. Luckily for her, she had come at the right moment and jumped onto a train passing by.
The beautiful red-clad outlaw combed her hands through her hair, enjoying the wind on her face as it played with her hair. Then she noticed that handsome boy who had been showing up at her recent heists was in hot pursuit, and now he was on a horse, his sunny yellow hair fluttering here and there. But she was on the train and the horse would never be able to keep up. She noticed the way he stared at her, wide-eyed with those captivating blue eyes, and giggled.
He fully took in her image. Midnight black hair with matching eyes, thick upturned lashes and the loveliest god-given lips. She was gorgeous, almost unrealistically so that she was hard to look at without feeling like his eyes would burst, but he didn't want to miss a single moment.
She was all too familiar with that expression. The handsome pursuer was attracted to her, as she experienced from other men who had been interested in her, with that same expression on their faces. She flashed him a flirtatious smile and drew her hands to her lips, kissed it and blew it towards him. At this, she'll never forget what unfolded next.
His eyes grew even wider- she didn't think they could, and he seemed to have lost his balance. He nearly fell off his horse, tugging on the reins. The horse made a sharp turn to the right and reared, with the boy desperately trying to keep himself from flying off. Once the horse landed back on all fours, the boy's face had contorted into a hopeless lovesick mug. His eyes were practically drooling at her sight.
Sarada smiled to herself and hopped from the top of the train into a window. That must be none other than Bolt Uzumaki, son of the hero- sheriff, Naruto Uzumaki. He was the 7th great sheriff of the Wild Wild West. His greatest achievement was when he had put a stop to the biggest gang in the entire country, who called themselves the Akatsuki. He was rumored to be handsome with the same sunny blond hair and brilliant blue eyes. The whisker marks said it all. Naruto was born with three and his son was born with two. Sarada considered allowing herself to be captured just to meet the sheriff in person. And maybe even date that brooding cutie of a son.
Who was that lovely raven haired goddess? Bolt deeply contemplated. This mission was becoming less of a burden and more of a quest. I don't care who she is. I have to find out.. and make her mine. Bolt's lips creeped into a wide grin. Now the real mission begins!