Chapter 6: Turbulent Teenager

"I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself."

|Sarada|

"Okiro!" I shook Boruto awake as the train pulled into the station, "Let's go!"

"...What?" He rubbed his eyes before raising his arms and legs, his body stretching like a starfish, "We're here already?"

I jerked my thumb at the sign on the wall, "We can cut through here and run a couple of blocks."

Boruto's eyes widened as he read the sign, "East Senju Avenue? Sara, are you crazy? This place is dangerous, ya know!"

I rolled my eyes as the doors whirred open, "It's also the only shortcut we can take if we wanna get to the party at a reasonable time. Now come on!"

He followed me as I stepped out, and I proceeded to make my way to the Southeast exit. Just as I reached the steps, he grabbed my wrist and forced me to look at him.

"Sarada, wait." He said, his face reflecting his serious tone, "I don't know why you're trying so hard, but there's no way I'm letting you risk your life for a party, ya know. If we're late, we're late, let's just get back on the train.

"In case you haven't noticed," I wrenched my wrist free, "We already passed Shinobi Square. That means we'd still have to go onto the street to get on the platform heading backwards, then wait for a train to take us to Shinobi Square before finally getting to said station and waiting for another train. At that point, why don't we just head home?"

He shook his head before I turned around to start up the steps, and we continued to the street without any further bickering. When I got to the top, I looked around and immediately felt the weight of Boruto's warning. With hooded figures and shady individuals loitering on the street, I began to feel very self-conscious, and inherently crossed my arms.

A guy made eye contact with me, and I couldn't help but freeze up for a second.

He cracked a smile and began to approach me, "Are you lost, little lady?"

"No, she's got me." Boruto answered, slinging his arm around my neck and hugging me close, "Thanks for asking though."

I looked up at him and nodded, hoping he couldn't feel the quick thumping of my heart.

"Tch." I heard the guy suck his teeth and watched him walked away.

Boruto kept his arm around me as we walked down the street, and when we got to the crosswalk, I slipped my hand around his back. Now it would look more natural instead of being blatantly obvious that he was tugging me along.

"That's why I didn't want us to take this way, ya know." Boruto finally said, looking straight ahead, "All the weirdos in Konoha are on this street; if a pretty girl comes through who knows how they'll act?"

The crosswalk indicator turned green, and we looked both ways before quickly crossing onto Hoki Street.

"Why didn't you let me go by myself?" I questioned, looking up at him, "At least for a little bit. It would've taught me a lesson."

"Would the lesson be worth it if something happened to you?" He shook his head, "I would never forgive myself."

That last remark made me smile, "Y'know, you can be surprisingly sweet sometimes."

"Don't make me regret it." He warned, hugging me closer to him, "I've already been way too nice as it is.

"Oh really?" I laughed as I squeezed him tighter in response, "Could've fooled me."

|20 Minutes Later|

As we turned into Rinha Court, I brought out my phone to check the time, and found it was 10:23. I immediately asked Boruto to pick up the pace and even broke out into a small jog but was shortly stopped by the blond. He pointed to our destination on the right and assured me that we were right on time. With most of the party guests outside the home and the music not at an absurd volume, things seemed to be in their early stages, allowing me to relax somewhat.

Just as we passed the front fence, a brown-haired young teen wearing a green Vans checkered shirt and black basketball shorts walked up to us.

"Yo, Boruto-nii." The guy held out his hand, smirking.

"Tentō, you bastard." Boruto grinned, dapping him up, "What the hell are you doing here?"

"I heard there was a party, figured I'd check out the scene." The boy shrugged his shoulders, as his eyes drifted to Sarada, "Well, hello there! Boruto-nii, you gonna introduce me to your pretty friend?"

Boruto chuckled, "I don't know, I mean—"

Before he could say anything else, I extended my hand, "I'm Sarada. Uchiha Sarada."

"Nice to meet you, Sarada-chan." Tentō shook my hand with a bit of enthusiasm before something dawned on him, "Oh, Uchiha? Like the police? You're not here to bust the party, are you?"

Feeling a vein in my forehead tighten, I quickly snapped back, "I wasn't planning on it but because of you, I just might."

"Ha!" I silenced a wince as Boruto elbowed me, "Don't mind her Tentō, Sarada's just kidding."

Before I could continue to reiterate how stupid Tentō's question was, Boruto snatched my hand and began dragging me towards the porch.

"We've got some stuff to do, but I'll catch you later, ne?" Boruto called over his shoulder and led us out of range before we could hear Tentō's response.

As Boruto maneuvered us through the crowd, I got a glimpse into the popular lifestyle that he seemed to be made for, as he received greetings and high-fives from a multitude of people that I had never seen before. I couldn't help but notice the similarities in our current situation and how I had been roped into this operation in the first place.

'It all started when I took his damn hand.' I thought to myself as I willingly followed along, 'You'd think a girl would learn.'

Finally, we got into a somewhat open spot, and I immediately turned him around for questioning.

"Okay, who the hell does that kid think he is?" I crossed my arms as I awaited a response.

Boruto let out a heavy breath, "For Buddha's sake Sarada, I get that you're pissed off about the police thing with your dad and all, but you shouldn't be ready to snap because of it."

"All I said was—"

"That kid is Madoka Tentō! The son of Madoka Ikkyū, and I don't need to tell you about him!" Boruto hissed, "Just think what would've happened if you pissed him off!"

A bead of sweat ran down my face as I realized how reckless I had been with my words, "I-I didn't know."

"Well, now you do." Boruto answered with a hard voice, "Tentō looks up to me so we have a chill relationship, but even I watch my words around the guy. You've gotta—"

"Are you bitches done chatting or should we give you a few more minutes?" Iwabe interrupted, and we turned to look at him.

I flipped him off before giving my attention to Chōchō who was right behind him, "Do the drinks taste good?"

"Do the drinks taste good?" Chōchō repeated, raising an eyebrow, "You do know it's me you're talking to, right?"

"Gomen, gomen." I apologized with a chuckle, "You're the best; that's right. Well, if everyone's got their earpieces on and the stuff's all here, you guys are free to go. Shikadai and I will hold down the fort."

As I said this, Shikadai handed Boruto and I are own earpieces. I fitted mine into my ear as Sumire patted Metal on the back, slightly pushing him forward.

"Don't forget about your guard." She said teasingly as she ran a hand through her hair.

Having seen Sumire with her hair in a braid most of the time, the loose hair falling at her side was a change, and I was here for it.

"Come on, Metal." I grabbed him by the arm and tugged him over to Shikadai and I.

"Now if you'll excuse me…" Sumire hooked her arm into Chōchō's and the two of them made their way into the house.

Inojin turned to me, "You sure you guys have everything covered?"

"Actually," I nodded towards the front, "If you guys could just help us set the drinks up by that table up front, we'd be good to go."

"Got it." Inojin nodded before grabbing a cooler, and he turned his eyes on the others standing around, "Well? These aren't gonna move themselves."

Denki struggled to lift one off the ground, but once he managed, he proceeded to the table, followed by Metal, Shikadai, and Boruto. Just as Iwabe bent down to pick up a crate, I stopped him.

"What?" He rolled his eyes as he turned to me.

"You did your job and spread the word about the drinks, right?" I questioned, looking at the increasing number of partygoers.

"Of course I did." Iwabe lifted a cooler on to his right shoulder, "If that's all, then—"

"I need you to do it one last time." I interjected before he could worm away, "Just make an announcement and tell everyone we're open for business."

He nodded and we joined the others at the front table. After Iwabe set the cooler down, he stretched his arms and massaged his neck before clearing his throat and climbing up the steps to the porch.

Looking back down at the crowd, he cupped his hands to his mouth and yelled, "WHO'S READY TO GET LIT?"

A cheer erupted from the mob, and Iwabe grinned before pointing to our table, "FIVE RYO FOR A CUP! GET IT NOW OR GET THE FUCK OUT!"

The scene that ensued was straight out of a movie. I had expected a lot of interest in our product, especially with Metal's knowledge of a supposed alcohol drought among my peers, but the surge that came forward took me aback. Immediately, the table was swarmed as minors jostled each other in hopes of a cup.

Thankfully, Metal's jitters subsided enough to take charge, as he ordered the masses to get into a coherent line or the whole thing would be shut down. Boruto was alongside him, using his charm and popularity to quell the fire that had been lit in the teens. I looked back at the porch and found a smiling Iwabe who gave me a thumbs up before being tugged on the arm by Sumire, who had reappeared, and the two disappeared into the house.

Speaking of said house, as if our drinks were what had been stalling the party, the barely loud music from before was now roaring through the windows, and I could almost swear the ground was shaking under my feet.

Boruto reappeared by my side, his trademark grin at work, "Me and Denki are gonna get outta here. Have fun working the concession stand!"

The two walked up the steps, and I turned around when I felt a tap on my shoulder before coming face to face with Inojin. His eyes asked me if I was good and I simply nodded, to which he flashed a peace sign before walking off.

With my goodbyes out of the way, I turned to the first customer, "Hey! How many cups would you like?"

To say business was booming would have been an understatement. We went through the first two coolers within fifteen minutes, and when the third one was cracked open, I began to fear that we had greatly underestimated the hold our product would have. Thankfully, we only went halfway through the third cooler before orders began to slow. It was during this interim that Chōchō came back outside to check on us, and I took the chance to count our profits so far.

"52, 53, 54…55," I placed the bands of money into Shikadai's drawstring bag, "We've made 55,000 ryo in an hour."

"And we're gonna make even more." Chōchō motioned at a group coming towards the table, "How much do you wanna bet we'll make double that by the end of the night?"

I raised the cup I had in a toast, "If we do, it's all thanks to you, Chōchō. There's something about this drink that makes me want more. You really outdid yourself."

"Aww, what can I say?" Chōchō grinned, "I'm just that good."

Shaking my head with a smile, I turned to attend to the group that had just arrived, and immediately stiffened when I saw the leader.

"Sarada-chan!" Tentō greeted me cheerfully, "I didn't know you were the one selling these drinks. I take back what I said about you working with the cops."

Again, the bitterness I had felt from before was beginning to seep back into my mood, but I compelled myself to keep a level appearance.

"Uh, yeah but it's not just me." I quickly motioned towards the others, "It's really a team effort."

Turning his head to regard them, Tentō raised a hand to his chin, "Let's see if I can get this right…you're Shikadai-san, and Metal-san?"

"How did you…?" Metal's eyebrows raised in surprise.

"The name's Tentō." Tentō grinned, introducing himself, "Boruto-nii told me I might catch you guys out here, but he didn't say anything about you guys bringing the drinks! This is too good."

"Chōchō's the one who made them." Metal informed him of her name, and Tentō gave her a small wave, "If anything, when we were first starting out…"

As the others chatted with Tentō, I poured drinks for his group, collected the money, and kept my inputs to the bare minimum. His father Madoka Ikkyū was known for his lack of heart, and I was sure that if I said one thing out of line, he would run home to report and things for my family would get even worse. Even if I didn't want anything to do with Mama or Papa, the least I could do was make sure my decisions didn't affect them.

Tentō laughed loudly as I handed him his drink.

"Chōchō-san, I'm impressed." Tentō praised her, lifting his cup to his lips, "I've never tasted anything like this. If you open a bar in the future, I'll be your number one customer."

Chōchō looked away, a blush spreading on her cheeks, "Come on now, if you keep complimenting me, I'll get a swelled head."

"As if that's new." Shikadai remarked shadily.

"Care to repeat that, Mr. I-Don't-Wanna-Work?" Chōchō turned to him, her bashful expressing morphing into one more threatening.

"Not at all." Shikadai turned away with a look of false aloofness.

Tentō laughed again as a smile hinted on Shikadai's face, and Tentō leaned against the table. The downside to having reasonable friends was that they could be a bit too inclusive, and by the way Tentō seemed to be settling in, I knew he wouldn't be leaving anytime soon. If anything, it looked like he would be hanging around for the rest of the night, and if that was the case I would never be able to relax.

'I need to get out of here.' I thought to myself as I tapped Tentō's shoulder, "Tentō-san, could you take my spot for a bit? I've gotta use the bathroom."

"Of course!" He jumped at the offer, coming around the side of the table, "Take all the time you need!"

Nodding, I stepped out and grabbed my purse, prepared to climb the porch. Ever the watchful eye, Chōchō caught my arm and gave me a look asking if I was okay. I quickly nodded my head before leaving them and entering the house. Inside looked exactly how I expected met: mashed up chips littered the floor, red Solo cups were placed precariously on various surfaces, and a couple opened small square packets were scattered around here and there.

"Sarada!" Sumire's familiar voice came from my right, and I turned to find her coming from the kitchen area, "Finally taking a break?"

Her words were slightly slurred and by the sway of her head, I could tell she had consumed more than enough alcohol.

"Actually, I'm looking for the bathroom…"

But my words were practically ignored as she grabbed my hand and snatched me towards the kitchen, "Perfect! You're just in time to see Iwabe try and break the record for chugging."

"Chugging?" I repeatedly questioningly as we entered the kitchen.

There were a substantial amount of people surrounding the island but the faces I picked out were Iwabe, Denki, and Inojin. Denki was scrolling on his phone, intent on finding something, while Inojin was filling beer mugs with our alcohol. As we reached them, I picked up on their conversation.

"There's no way some guy drank a liter of beer in 1 second." Iwabe argued with Inojin, shaking his head, "There's no way."

"Denki fact-checked it and it's true so if you can't do it, just say so." Inojin shrugged, a taunting smile dancing on his lips.

Iwabe let out a groan of frustration before turning to Denki, "Fuck it. Start the timer."

The crowd whooped as Iwabe lifted the mug to his lips and glanced at Denki. After getting a nod from the latter, Iwabe tossed the liquid back and attempted to swallow it all in one go. It didn't seem to be possible, and Iwabe quickly found that out, instead opting for large gulps in timed intervals.

"Chug, chug, chug!" The crowd chanted as he quickly emptied the mug, setting it back down on the island.

Everyone looked to Denki for the time, and the tech-genius pushed his glasses onto his face before turning his phone, "5.3 seconds."

"Damn." Iwabe muttered as Sumire wrapped an arm around his waist, "How the fuck am I supposed to drink all that in 1 second?"

"5.3's not bad." Sumire encouraged him as he placed an arm over her shoulder, "Besides, I like men that last longer."

Somebody whistled as Iwabe and Sumire shared a kiss, and Inojin shook his head as he acknowledged me with a side hug.

"How's your night been?" He asked me with a raised voice as someone switched the music back on, a loud trap beat filling my ear.

I shrugged as I leaned in to speak to him, "About as well as I expected. I actually came inside to use the bathroom."

Inojin nodded and lightly grabbed my shoulders before turning me around, "See that plant over there by the living room? Walk straight past it and the second door on your right should be the guest bathroom."

I thanked him as I pushed through the crowd and made my way out of the kitchen. Although I had wanted to get away from Tentō, my bathroom excuse wasn't a total lie. The urge to go had been bothering me for a while, but because demand was so high back then, the surge of customers had managed to take up my mind and I could forget about it.

In hindsight, I probably shouldn't have drunk four cups.

As I passed the plant in the living room, I essentially met three doors and immediately forgot what Inojin had told me. I decided to test all three of them; the first one didn't even bother opening, the second one revealed a set of stairs heading down to what I assumed was the basement, and the third one was locked.

"He said the second door, didn't he?" I murmured to myself as I descended the steps, "Maybe the bathroom's downstairs?"

However, once I reached the basement, I could tell that there was no way the bathroom would be here. It was dimly lit, with a singular overhead lightbulb barely providing enough illumination to see a foot in front of me, and it was unreasonably stuffy. Just as I began to turn around, I heard something that caused me to freeze. My eyes began to adjust to the darkness, and I made out two figures in the far corner.

One seemed to be kneeling in front of the other, and as they came into focus, I could make out a hand in blond hair. A strangled groan came from the standing individual, and the pitch of the voice indicated that it was a woman.

"S-Stop…" She whined, "I'm gonna—!"

The kneeling figure immediately stood up, and I heard what sounded like a zipper being undone. The girl whimpered as their bodies came together, and I could barely hear whispering over the crinkling of plastic.

"…Alright." The girl sighed out as she hooked her arms around the blond's neck, "I'm ready."

The blond began to shift, and the girl sucked in sharp breaths with each adjustment. It took me a moment to realize what I was witnessing, and once I had figured it out, I felt my face flare up. Excluding Uncle Sai and Aunt Ino's quick peck at dinner some nights ago, as well as Iwabe and Sumire's occasional lip joining, I had never really witnessed an intimate act. And I certainly took no interest in the dirty videos the boys in the back of the class would whisper about.

As far as I was concerned, matters of the flesh were truly disgusting. But this time around, my feelings toward the unspoken taboo were different. I didn't find it repulsive in the slightest; I was intrigued, and I wanted to see more.

Was it the alcohol? Maybe I was drunk, although I didn't feel the dizziness that had been taught to go along with being under the influence. Whatever it was, I couldn't peel my eyes away from the couple, and I was content to stand by the base of the stairs and watch them copulate.

There was the sound of flesh smacking against flesh as the guy picked up the pace, and I watched with increased fascination as the girl tossed her head back.

"Right there!" She groaned, ragged breaths escaping her, "Kami, right there!"

The blond grunted as he hooked one arm under her right leg and lifted it up. The movement must have done wonders for her because she screamed his name right after, and the spell over me was broken.

"Boruto!" She cried as he continued to move against her, "Boruto, I — Kami, I love you!"

He quickly silenced her with a kiss, unrelenting in his motions, and I stumbled back before turning and rushing up the steps with my hands over my ears. I had seen — heard something I shouldn't have, and I knew it wouldn't be leaving my mind anytime soon.

Once I was on the ground floor, I shut the door behind me and grabbed at the third door which was still locked.

"Occupied!" A voice called, and I clicked my tongue before looking around desperately.

What I had witnessed in the basement had only served to further intensify the urge I felt to relieve myself, and it didn't look like that would be happening in the next few moments.

"Do you need to use the bathroom?" A voice questioned from above.

I looked up and met golden eyes owned by a young man with pale skin, white-blue hair that reached his shoulders, and a handsome face. He was leaning on the banister and giving me a half-smile.

"There's another one up here if you can't hold it." He beckoned with his finger before standing up straight and retreating out of sight.

Every fiber in my being told me not to go; I didn't know this guy, and this was a textbook example of stranger danger. But the shivering sensation in my lower region overrode the red flags, and I scurried up the stairs, eager to rid myself of this painful feeling. I saw a door open towards the end of the hall, and I stepped into the room to find the mysterious guide laying on a king-sized bed, scrolling on his phone.

"Bathroom's right through there." He pointed.

Once I was inside the bathroom, I shut the door behind me and after a bit of hesitation, I locked it. Sitting down on the toilet, I finally eased myself and felt relief flood through my body, replacing the earlier discomfort. I flushed the toilet and washed my hands before exiting the bathroom.

The mysterious stranger looked up, "All done?"

"Yes, arigato." I nodded, "I had to go so badly."

"I figured." He gave me that wayward smile once again, "What's your name?"

"Uchiha Sarada." I introduced myself as I approached the bed, holding out a hand.

He sat up to shake it, "That's a lovely name. You can call me Mitsuki."

Things fizzled out soon after and I stood off to the side awkwardly, hugging my arms close.

"Well," I began as I turned to leave, "It was nice—"

He cut me off with a particularly invasive question, "Have you ever kissed someone?"

"W-What?" I stuttered, taken aback by the sudden inquiry, "No…"

"Really?" His voice depicted his shock, "How old are you?"

"F-Fifteen." I cleared my throat before dropping my gaze to the floor.

"Wow." I felt his eyes run over me, "Fifteen and you haven't been kissed? That's something."

He patted the space next to him on the bed and I found myself taking a seat.

'What are you doing? Leave.' I told myself, but I made no move to do so.

Mitsuki's hand found my waist and he tugged me close before taking his other hand and tilting my chin up, forcing me to look him in the eyes. He silently asked me for permission, and after a moment's hesitation, I nodded. I shut my eyes as I felt his lips press against mine. He pulled my tongue into his mouth, and I couldn't help but note how warm and wet it was. He smirked against my lips, and I tried to withdraw, but his tongue overpowered mine and kept us intertwined.

This was messy, this was unnecessary, this was making me feel things I had never felt before. My brain brought up the scene I had just witnessed in the basement and for a second, I imagined Mitsuki and I in their position. However, before I could get carried away, Mitsuki stood up and walked to the door.

"Sarada?" I heard a little voice in my ear, and blinked before I realized it was coming from the earpiece, "Sarada, where are you? Sales are picking up again."

I quickly yanked the earpiece out of my ear and set it down on the bedside table before bringing two fingers to my lips and tracing them. I felt dissatisfied and oddly cold now that he was away from me. The warm feeling that had been amassing in my midsection was growing colder with each passing second, and I desperately wanted to feel that warmth again.

He turned the door's lock and looked back at me, "It would be a shame if someone interrupted us."

I nodded in agreement as he rejoined me on the bed. With him taking the initiative, we locked lips once more. I placed my hands on his chest as I considered pushing him away, but I couldn't find the strength to do so. This was...fun, for lack of a better word. All I wanted to do at that moment was relish in this comforting, dream-like scenario.

And my mind would've stayed in dreamland, completely oblivious to anything else going on, had his hands not wandered. While his left hand remained stationary on my lower back, his right hand slid up my front, and he attempted to cop a feel.

I instinctively drew away from him as I felt his touch, and he raised his hands in surrender.

"Too far?" Mitsuki questioned lightly.

I eyed him warily, the endearment I felt for him wavering, "J-Just kissing."

"Alright." He laughed, returning his hands to their previous positions, "As the lady wishes."

He stared into my eyes as he came closer, and I watched with a held breath as he slid my jacket off before he lowered his lips to my neck. When the familiar softness touched my skin, I jerked once I felt his tongue against me.

"Relax." He urged me in a calm, but assertive tone, and went back to lightly sucking.

I felt warm, no, warm was too miserly of a word. I felt hot, unbearably hot, and if I were any crazier, I would've asked Mitsuki to help me out of my dress. As he peppered kisses along my collar bone, I couldn't help but tilt my head back and give him more access to the skin that he so desired.

He must've noticed how I opened up because he varied the spots he was attacking, first planting kisses around my neck before paying special attention to my shoulders, then rising back up to carefully kiss my chin. I loved every second of it.

For once I wasn't being treated like an Uchiha. I had told him my full name and while that might have made most boys think twice, Mitsuki hadn't even flinched. He treated me like a normal girl and was undeterred in his pursuit of me. It seemed like he didn't care about my family background, and he was doing what I had wanted everyone to do: see me as my own person.

"Sarada…" Mitsuki's voice broke me from my realizations, as he pulled me onto his lap, "Sarada, I want you."

He planted his hands firmly on my hips before pressing them down, and I could feel a bulge against me.

"M-Mitsuki-san—"

"Just Mitsuki is fine." He interrupted, eyes narrow with desire, "Sarada, do you like me?"

"I—"

"Even a little bit?" He questioned, his hands coming up and slipping the dress straps off my shoulders, "Because I like you. Very much."

"I-I don't know." I stuttered as he pulled my dress down, revealing my black strapless bra, "What are you doing?"

"I want you to feel good." He assured me in a low voice, "And then I want you to make me feel good."

Before I could respond, I watched as his hand came up and groped me properly. The strong grip made me shut my eyes and bite my tongue as I fought off the groan in my throat. The hypnotic heat that I previously felt was gone, and instead a blazing inferno was flowing throughout my body. The change was much, and I did not like it.

"M-Mitsuki…" I shuddered as he tugged my bra down, "This isn't – ngh – what I thought it'd be…"

"Matte." He hushed me as his hand touched my bare breast, "I haven't even started."

I felt his nails scrape against my breast before pinching my right nipple, I couldn't contain my voice at the sudden sensation. Quickly, my hands searched for some sort of leverage, and I found myself shoving them into his hair.

That had hurt, and yet, and yet…what was wrong with me? Why was I feeling like this? This was weird, this was…!

He pinched again, this time twisting as he pulled, and I grit my teeth. My bowels were hot and pounding, like I needed to use the bathroom again, and I feared that if he did that a couple more times, I certainly would.

"S-Stop…" My voice fluctuated as he continued to fondle me.

"It's okay, Sarada." Mitsuki said, running his nails along my breast, "Let your body do the talking. You're so wet down there, I can feel it through my pants."

'Wet? Down there?' I shifted anxiously, fearing that I really had urinated on him, but instead I felt a moist sensation as I moved.

What was this? It was like sweat but much stickier. I didn't like this anymore. Sure, what I had seen in the basement had sparked an interest, a curiosity in what transpired between couples, but it was clear that this was a path I was not ready to walk.

I uttered another low groan as Mitsuki's lips pressed against my chest, sucking in various spots and leaving multiple marks. As he did so, I ran my hands through his hair, clutching tightly.

I hunched over him, breathing heavily, "Mitsuki, stop…"

He shook his head, and I could feel his breath on my nipple. With my lower regions practically bursting, I knew once his lips touched the surface, whatever was pooling together in my body would release. However, it was clear Mitsuki had no intentions of stopping. What was the point in resisting? I had done this to myself, I had chosen to stay in the room. Mama had told me not to go to this party, yet I had defied her and come.

'It's all my fault.' I thought tearfully as Mitsuki lightly blew on my nipple, "Mama…"

He stopped, and lifted his head, allowing me to look into his golden eyes, "What is it? Why are you crying?"

I sniffled as I wiped my eyes with my hands, "I don't want to do this anymore…"

Mitsuki slid me off his lap and stood me up before pulling my bra back into place. I lifted my dress back up and slipped my straps back on before wiping my eyes again. I could still feel the wetness between my legs, and I shifted uncomfortably as I looked around the room for my purse.

"You need to clean up." Mitsuki's voice called my attention to him, and I saw that he had stood up with an outstretched hand, "Let me help."

As he approached, I felt my heart rate quicken, 'Kami knows if he touches me again…'

Before he could reach me, I turned and rushed to the door. With a speed I didn't know I had, I unlocked it and sped towards the stairs with my vision blurry from the tears that had refused to slow down.

When I reached the front door, I yanked it open, and would have booked it down the porch had I not smacked into someone. I fell back and held my head as the pain from the collision began to manifest.

"Are you okay?" The familiar voice asked from above as they held out a hand.

Taking it, I pulled myself up and dusted down my dress, "Arigato. I'm fine."

"No, you're not." Inojin proved to be the familiar voice's owner, "The others have been looking for you, where have you been? And why are you crying?"

His lime green eyes glowed with worry, and I shook my head, not wanting to engage in any lengthy discussion about the events that had just occurred.

"Home…I need to go home." I remarked as I grabbed his arm, my surroundings starting to sway, "Can we go? Please?"

Inojin nodded, "Alright, we'll leave right now. Let's just tell the others so that they…"

His words warbled out as I fell forward, and I hit my head hard on the porch steps.

"Sarada…Sarada!" I could feel Inojin shaking me as he called my name frantically.

Ringing drowned out his voice, and as he hoisted me up, I could see the others come running towards me.

"Sarada!"