Sarada was, surprisingly, the one who raised her hand.

Boruto, who first was shocked, smirked, "So Miss Uchiha decided to trust the shady jutsu and wants to go next, dattebasa. Whadya know?"

Sarada blushed in embarrassment, "Sh-Shut up. I just wanna find out something about your dad and mine's."

Metal Lee was curious, "Something about Sasuke-sama and Lord Seventh?"

"Their first kiss," Sarada answered bluntly.

Boruto's eyebrows were raised. 'So, even Uncle Sasuke is tight lipped about that.'

Mitsuki hummed, "What a interesting piece of blackmail. Sarada, please do go on."

Sarada suppressed a feeling of foreboding.

"Here I go, then..."

The daughter of two sennin-trained students made the signs needed for the jutsu and directed her chakra towards the movie screen.

A young Naruto was crouching on the desk of where our most esteemed Sasuke was sitting; eyes glaring right back at Naruto with his hands folded in front of his mouth. Whereas Naruto was outright glaring at his self-declared rival, Sasuke was heavily scowling at him. His lips were set in a frown and his dark, dark onyx eyes glared back at Naruto's blues. One could say that lightning were shooting between the two orphans. They were so close together, so close that maybe it was only inches separating the two prepubescents.

Shikadai yawned, "Man, Lord Seventh really doesn't know what 'personal space' is."

Up in the front was a group of female shinobi candidates. The two most recognizable were Yamanaka Ino and Haruno Sakura.

Inojin scrutinized his 12-year-old mother. Dressed in a two-piece purple themed outfit, the top having a loose turtleneck-like collar and the bottom an apron skirt. Bandages covered her midriff and extended down to the middle of her thighs. Her platinum hair was put in a ponytail, her trademark bang covering her left eye. The standard ninja sandals adorned her feet. As always, his mother was as fair as ever. His mother loved his father, the former Root member Sai, to pieces. But, his younger mom told him otherwise; the way she glared hard at Naruto while cocking her hip suggested rather heavily that she was one of the many females-only Fan Club dedicated to Sasuke, now disbanded now that he was married to Sarada's mom.

Sarada, on the other hand, inspected her mother's Academy look with a intensity that can be attributed to her father. Most noticeable about her look was her hair length. Her Mama had, on many occasions, told her that long hair was a hindrance, especially during missions where enemies can take advantage and grab it. That was why Sarada had never let her hair grow any longer than to her shoulders. However, her Mama in Pre-Fourth Shinobi War, had her pink hair practically growing past the small of her back. Clothing-wise, her Mama and herself weren't that different with only slight differences. Where Sarada wore a red, qipao-themed shirt with no sleeves paired with white shorts, her Mama wore the full version of the qipao dress, with slits along the sides of her thighs. Green bike shorts can be seen under the dress. Just like young Ino, her 12-year-old Mama was also fair in skin coloring. Like Ino, she was also glaring hard at the young Lord Seventh.

Sakura was pissed. Can't the Dead Last cut the crap already and just get out of her way and let her see her Sasuke-kun? Him crouching in front of him was desecrating the Holy Desk of Sasuke-sama. (They were gonna need a lot of Holy Water.)

"You're so annoying!" screamed Sakura. Though she and Ino often fought for Sasuke's attention, they found common ground over agreeing on the fact that 12-year-old Naruto was just plain annoying and a major pain in the neck.

A boy sitting in the desk in front of Sasuke's laughed in amusement, "Oh man! This is hilarious!" He leaned back in his seat and cocked back his elbow to make himself even more comfortable when he felt it connect with something else.

He turned around to apologize to the Great Uchiha Sasuke, in case the girls of his class wanted to find something else to yell, when he realized exactly what he had done.

Dead Last Uzumaki Naruto was KISSING the Great Uchiha Sasuke...in public...in front of all of the Fangirls.

Someone amongst the group snapped a picture. Nobody flinched when the flash lighted up.

Boruto's jaws dropped, "Oh, sh*t. Holy Mother of Ramen, no wonder why my Old Man never told exactly his first kiss was! Uncle Sasuke! I love this jutsu now! I've never hated it! Mitsuki, record this with your freakishly large memory right now!"

Sarada blushed bright red and hissed at Boruto, "Boruto. Shut. Up. Right now."

Inojin hummed in a fashion similar to Mitsuki, "How very interesting."

Mitsuki hummed back at Inojin after he commited the scene to memory, "Quite."

In a nutshell, Naruto was f**ked.

Inside, Sakura was slowly dying and Inner Sakura rose up in her place. 'Shannaro, I was supposed to be Sasuke's first kiss! Damn that Naruto!'

Boruto deadpanned. "Despite her looks, Aunt Sakura has quite the potty mouth, right Metal?"

"I would have to agree, Boruto-kun."

Sarada wanted to die...after erasing everybody's memories involving her parents.

The two unlocked lips rather quickly and quickly turned to opposite directions to gag. The two clutched their throats and tried to spit out the taste of the other. The two renewed their glares, but with even more ferocity than the last glare.

Naruto felt a weird tingle aimed towards his head. It was akin to the many glares the civilians of Konoha directed towards him everyday since his birth into the world. 'S**t, I sense danger.'

Naruto quickly whipped around his head to see the many female shinobi candidates angry and fuming at him in hatred over the little accident he had with Sasuke...and his lips.

ChoCho paused for a moment in her snacking, "Lord Seventh is in a natto situation."

Blank stares were aimed towards her.

"Aw~ Don't you guys get it? He's in a sticky situation with his classmates."

The scene zoomed back out as Naruto's screams echoed out into the air. As he hadn't gone through puberty, his screams were...pitched over a man's recommended scream level.

Boruto rolled his eyes, "Dad is seriously lame, though."

I have a headcannon that Naruto and (Inner) Sakura would have quite the potty mouth *insert Lenny face*. Naruto, from the curses aimed towards him during his childhood and Sakura, because really. Let's be honest. Inner Sakura was a complete 180 turn from Innocent, Sweet Sakura. (Crude language would, of course, be asterisked. This fic is rated a K.)

Until another update, byee~ (Review and sub, if you'd like. I'm just happy that people wanna read this in the sea of the many Naruto fanfics out there on FF .net)