Summary: In which Sarada showed her enemies exactly why it wouldn't be such a good idea to send assassins into her home, even when she was six and a half months pregnant and had trouble seeing her toes.

Rating: T

Character: Uchiha Sarada

Author note: This is related to the incident mentioned in 'Premature'.

Word count: 2103

Boruto might call it an abuse of her power. He might…no, he would definitely tell her that it was terribly bad judgement on her part to send the four ANBUs home for the night.

Sarada didn't consider it an abuse, really. ANBU was directly under her order. They obeyed her, and her only. And if she wanted none posting outside her home for the night, then they were obliged to follow her command.

"It's only one night! Nine hours, probably less, since I know you ANBUs all too well."

"Hokage-sama…"

"…Lord Boruto had made it clear…"

Sarada glared at the four, her control on her temper slowly splintering away. Her father might have the combined force of the Sharingan and the Rinnengan in his glare, but she was pregnant and cranky and completely sick of her baby doing somersaults inside her stomach at the presence of other chakra signatures outside of its parents'.

During the last checkup, her mother had confirmed a theory that she had been pushing around her head. Her baby responded to chakra much more than any normal fetus would. It was clear when her mother used chakra to check up on her. And that he or she seemed to be kicking every time a new shinobi appeared in her near vicinity happened too frequently to be considered coincidences.

Her unborn child was turning out to be quite the sensor, it seemed. Sarada would be proud of the kid someday, she knew she would. But right now, all the child had managed to do with its gift was making her nauseous whenever there were shinobis around her. And since there were always a few ANBUs trailing her at all time, it meant that Sarada spend a lot of time being sick.

So she had decided that at least for tonight, she deserved some peace and quiet, and a balanced stomach. Boruto was away for a mission and she had the house all to herself. She had made up her mind to send her ANBU guard away, even though she knew that many people (Boruto) would be extremely upset with her once they found out.

But Sarada wasn't the Hokage and in charge of the entire village for nothing, god damnit. And what could possibly be happen during a few hours in the middle of the night on a perfectly normal day?

"Boruto is ANBU commander, but I am your Hokage and what I say goes!"

Kami, she sounded a bit too much like Grandma Tsunade lately, even aunt Sakura had remarked on it.

"But, Lady Hokage, what if something happens?" The concern in their voice was touching, but she was also a tad irritated at their protectiveness and obvious underestimation of her power.

"Then I'll take care of it. There's a reason I became Hokage, you know, and it's not only because I'm good at paperwork," she rubbed her temple with her fingers. "Leave for the night and come back at 5 tomorrow morning. That's an order, all of you."

A beat of silence, and then…

"Hai, Hokage-sama."

Ah, finally, sweet freedom, if only for a few hours.

Sarada was woken up by two things in the dead of night - her baby's incessant kicking and, moments later, the barest flick of chakra against the edge of her consciousness. Chakra that didn't belong to her own or anyone she knew.

Of all the nights for someone to sneak into her house.

Stretching out her sense, she detected two foreign chakra signatures downstairs. They had made an effort to conceal their presences, but they had obviously underestimated her if they thought that was enough.

"Ouch!" Sarada winced after a particularly hard kick against her kidney. Her baby was agitated by the trespassers. She rubbed a hand against her stomach, murmuring in a soothing voice, "Shh, sweetheart. Mama's here. Mama won't let anyone hurt you."

Sarada considered her options. She could go downstairs and engage them, or she could wait for them to come to her and deal with them right here. She rather liked the second option, but the thought of getting blood all over their bedroom was distasteful. Besides, the sooner she approached them, the sooner she could go back to sleep. She had an early meeting with her council tomorrow morning and she would prefer not falling asleep half-way through.

Quietly making her way out of bed, she opened the closet door and searched for the secret compartment where they kept their weapons. Sarada relied more on her bare fists than anything else, but she figured it wouldn't hurt to be prepared. It wasn't only her life that was being threatened here, it was also her baby's as well.

Boruto's going to chew me up so bad about this, she wryly thought to herself as she crept downstairs, a kunai holster strapped to her thigh. With her sharingan activated, the world was no longer encased in darkness, but everything was sharp and clear. Sarada didn't even need her glasses, which was good, considering that she had broken a pair just last week and would rather not having to replace them yet again.

"She's probably upstairs," she heard someone whispered and had to resist the urge to snort. Clearly, the two that had been sent after her weren't the sharpest kunais in the holster. Sarada was torn between feeling relieved that her task was much simpler than she had thought and insulted that her enemy had considered her so easy to take down.

Time to make her presence known.

"Looking for me?"

The pair tensed upon hearing her. The man and woman immediately held up their katana and wakizashi, ready to attack. They bore no hitai-ite or anything that Sarada could identify them with, but it didn't really matter. Assassins wouldn't be assassins if their target could recognize who they were or where they were from.

"Well, what do you know, she just makes our job a lot easier," the woman sneered.

"You two are here to kill me, I presume?" Sarada asked calmly. "May I know why? Or better yet, who sent you?"

"All you need to know is that our boss wants you dead," the man retorted, "and we are going to make it happen."

"Fine, no matter. You'll spill everything once T&I get their hands on you."

Her fingers flashed through familiar hand seals. A dozen mini fireballs sped towards the pair. Using their momentary distraction, she leaped up and gathered chakra in her hand, lightning cracking around her fist. The man tried to cut her down, but she was faster. Before he could inflict any damage on her, she had already delivered a blow to his middle, breaking several of his ribs and paralyzing him. The force was enough to send him through the kitchen wall and out into the backyard.

"I'll kill you!" the woman hissed, charging at her. Sarada sidestepped the blow and punch the woman's arm. The woman howled in pain as her bone was snapped into two, but she did not stop her attack, merely switching her wakizashi to her left hand.

Her baby suddenly kicked. Her opponent made use of her momentary distraction and nicked the skin of her shoulder. The injury was more of an annoyance than any real threat, but it was enough to pull Sarada's attention back to the fight. She formed a chakra scalpel in her hand, dropped down to avoid the blade aiming for her head and cut cleanly through the woman's hamstring.

The woman fell to the floor, her left leg useless. From behind her, the man's chakra flared to life once more. He was coming back in to finish the job.

"I've got to admit, you two are dedicated," Sarada commented lightly as she caught his katana with her hands. She sent chakra to her foot and kicked him down. This time, he coughed out blood, spraying her face and her night shirt.

Her Sharingan flashed as she regarded the pair. "Give up and I'll make things easier for you."

"Never!" the man spat out, struggling to pick himself up from the floor, "Our boss told us to take it slow with you. We'll kill that bastard you are carrying first, then we'll have some fun with you. "

"Then when your coward of a husband return…oh, I would love to see his face…" the woman trailed off as pure, murderous chakra suddenly filled the room. Tension cut through the air and cracks started to appear on the walls surrounding them.

Sarada felt fury rising within her and she gladly welcomed it. She had only intended to knock the pair unconscious and had them brought in for questioning in T&I, but she had changed her mind. No one could say something like that to her and get away with it.

"You two are not very bright, are you?" she asked in a low voice, fists clenching. The ground beneath her feet cracked at the force she was exerting.

They swallowed audibly. "What are you talking about?"

Rubbles started to fall around them. She was running a very real risk of destroying half of their house, but Sarada didn't care.

"You don't threaten a child in front of its mother, or insult a husband in front of his wife," she smiled dangerously, "Especially if that person is me."

She felt the familiar change in her chakra as her Sharingan shifted into the Mangekyo. She looked into their eyes, the command coming to her mind effortlessly.

Tsukyomi.

Their bodies went slack. Sarada immediately turned off the doujutsu, feeling the strain on her eyes and the drain in her chakra. It was a technique that she rarely employed, if at all. Boruto would probably scold her when he found out she had used it, but Sarada didn't regret it. Any slights directed to her, she could take it. However, to think that they had dared to threaten her baby and insult her husband…

The rumbling around her reminded Sarada that the kitchen was about to collapse, along with her bedroom which was situated directly above, all because of her. It seemed that among the many things she inherited from her mother, a penchant for destroying houses was one of them.

Sighing, she picked up the bodies of the two assassins and teleported outside. At least her baby had stopped kicking.

Two teams of ANBU had arrived minutes after half her house had been reduced to a pile of rubbles. Funnily enough, her baby had hardly stirred at the new presences.

"Hokage-sama, what happened?"

"I just…went a little overboard, no big deal," she shrugged, then pointed to the pair of assassins lying unconscious on the ground, "Have these two locked up. I'll personally question them tomorrow."

"Hai, Hokaga-sama."

"Did they attack you?"

"Tried to. Someone sent them and I want to find out who," her voice took on a dark note as she said those words.

"You are bleeding. Should I send for a medic? What about your baby?"

Sarada laughed as she put a glowing hand on her shoulder to heal the shallow cut there. "Thank you for your concern, Hawk, but I'm fine and my baby is fine. It's not my blood."

The ANBUs nodded. They looked on edge and she could not blame them. Two people had just sneaked into the village and made an attempt on her life, though a rather pathetic one. Who knew how many out there were entertaining the same idea and trying to turn her pregnancy into their advantage? She couldn't take this lying down. A threat to her was just as much a threat to the village and she had made an oath to protect Konoha with everything she got.

And while Sarada didn't doubt that she was strong enough to protect herself, she didn't want to risk her baby. One fight was fine, but who knew what could happen in the future.

With those thoughts in mind, she ordered one of the ANBUs to contact her advisor. She needed to have a talk with Shikadai about making a public announcement.

But first thing first…

"Say, Hawk."

"Yes, Hokage-sama?"

She gave her masked guard a grin. "You don't happen to know where to get some dango at this hour, do you?"

End.