Sarada's Pov

I sat on the edge of the bed, putting my sandals. I was just ready to go home. I stood up and went over to my mirror, combing my hair, which looked like a birds nest. I felt a pain in my chest and I crossed my arms and bent over, I couldn't take a breath. I heard an alarm go off and looked at my chest. I saw the door open and my mom came rushing in.

"I don't know what I did to set it off." But she ran right through me. I gasped and spun around, seeing her kneeling by my body. "Mom." I called. But she couldn't hear me. I saw her doing cpr on me.

"Someone get Lady Tsunade and get the Hokage down here!" She yelled, listening to my chest. I was shocked when she and Granny got my heart beating again, but I was still here. She hooked me up to a heart monitor. "She's not breathing on her own, we're going to have to intubate her." Granny nodded and helped my mom guide a tube down my throat and it began breathing for me. They put some pads on my head, to monitor my brain activity? My mom sat in a chair, looking terrified. I began to wander around. Seeing Ino running into the hospital, looking frazzled.

"Sakura!" She called, looking for her. She ran right pass the nurses, who tried to keep her back and into my room. "Oh my." She gasped, her hands over her mouth.

"Her heart stopped again and she's in a comatose state. Her brain activity is normal, but she isn't responding or breathing on her own." I felt a jolt as the monitor went off again, I was flatlined. "Ino, I need you to get out!" My mom yelled, while she did compressions and granny lead Ino out. I could feel pain in my chest, which was weird.

"I need you to keep an eye out for Naruto. He needs to send for Sasuke to come back now." Granny told Ino and I followed her into the waiting room. She sat down, her face in her hands. I followed Granny back and my mom had my heart going again.

"It's getting harder and harder to get her heart started again." My mom whispered, sitting back down. Granny went to take over my mom's patients.

"Ino!" I saw the Hokage rushing through the doors, Shikamaru on his heels.

"Naruto! She got worse! Her heart stopped and she's in a coma. I was just in there and it stopped again. You need to send for Sasuke to get here now."

"What?" Naruto looked devastated. My eyes widened, Bolt. I began to run, going straight to his house. Maybe he'll be able to hear me. I saw his mother doing dishes, while he and Himawari tag teamed with drying. Since her left was in a sling and his right was badly burned, he held the dish with his left while Himawari dried it with her right. I walked up to him. Touching his hair. He jumped, looking around, but didn't see me.

"Bolt." I whispered into his ear, leaning into his back, like normal, and wrapping my arms around him. He leaned against me, looking around.

"Bolt?" Himawari looked at him. Hinata too.

"I-I swear I just, did you- I mean. I need to lay down." Bolt tried to go, but Hinata grabbed him, looking at him.

"You're pale," She commented, "You're not warm though, is your arm bugging you? Do I need to get Sakura?"

"I'm fine mom, really. I just need to lay down for a moment and then I'm going to see Sarada. Her mom's releasing her too." I followed as he bounded up the stairs and into his room. He laid down. I gently ran my fingers across his face. I could hear the phone ringing downstairs as Bolt held his face.

"I'm losing it. She's fine. She's going home. She's fine." He muttered, rubbing his face. "You're just tired. You're going to nap, then go and see her when you wake up."

"Bolt!" His mom knocked before opening the door. I could see her face was pale.

"Mom! What's wrong? Is everything ok?" She shook her head.

"It's Sarada."

"What about her?" He asked. His mom's jaw wobbling as she gritted her teeth, trying to hold it together.

"Her heart keeps stopping and she's in a coma. Sakura doesn't know why or if she's ever going to wake up." I saw Bolt's face drop.

"I-I need to be alone, please." He turned around and laid on the bed. His mom nodded and slowly closed the door. I sat next to him and he jumped at the shift in the bed. He scrambled back.

"Bolt, It's me." I said, grabbing his face. He relaxed, then stiffened.

"Are you dead?" He asked,

"No. My heart is still beating at the hospital. Well, it was last time I was there. I don't know where I am. No one can see me, and so far, you're the only one to hear me." I sat on his bed again.

"Whoa. This is freaky." He muttered. I stood up, Bolt doing the same. I walked up to him and wrapped my arms around his neck.

"Can you feel me? I asked. He nodded, his hands going, almost automatically to where my hips are, but going through them. "That tickles." I laughed. A pain shot through me and I let out a groan,

"Sarada?" He asked. I began to feel fuzzy, like when you sit in your leg too long and it falls to sleep? Except this was all over. "Sarada! Are you here? I can't feel you anymore."

"Bolt..." I let out another groan and I fell to my knees.I looked up, but I wasn't in Bolt's room anymore. I was outside the compound, except there were people walking around. Only me, mom and Papa lived here. No one liked coming here cause of the massacre and it felt a little eerie, but I've grown use to it. Everyone turned and stared as I walked through, looking for a familiar face. They whispered to each other and I felt judged and an outsider. I suddenly saw someone I recognized.

"Papa!" I called, running to a man, who had his back to me. I froze when he turned around, he looked like papa, but he had lines under his face and his hair was different. He gasped. Looking at me, I stared back, everyone gathering around.

"Oh no." The man muttered, "Sasuke isn't going to like this."

"How do you know my papa?" I asked, looking around. They were transparent, I could see through them. "Who are you!"

"I see he didn't tell you about us? Damn child." I saw an old man.

"Who? Tell me what!" I demanded. The old man shook his head.

"And disrespectful too. Horrible horrible. Sasuke can't even do this right!" I stomped my foot, clenching my fists in anger.

"You leave him out of this! Now tell me what the hell is going on here!" I yelled. "One minute I'm getting ready to leave the hospital, the next I'm little miss ghosty! No one can see me and only Bolt can hear me!" I crossed my arms. Pissed off.

"Who's this Bolt?" A man asked.

"My fiance." I twirled the necklace.

"Married! You're only a child!" a woman piped up. I glared.

"I'm 17. You know what, I'm done. I'm going back to the hospital to stare at my-" I was cut off by the fuzzy feeling again. I collapsed to the ground, gasping as I became more transparent. I felt a lump in my throat form. "Am I dying?" I asked, no one would look at me, then it hit me like a ton of bricks. "No." I whispered, staring wide eyed. "No! I can't be dying! You're all Uchiha! You're my grandfather!" I pointed to the cranky old guy. "And you must be Uncle." I looked at my father's brother. I groaned, pain shooting towards me. "I need to get back into my body." I whispered. Suddenly I was in my hospital room. I heard a gasp as I saw my father there, in a big chair. I looked at my body and it was horrible. I had purple bags under my eyes, so many machines hooked up to me. I was a wreck. My mom was curled into the chair with my papa, leaned against his shoulder. Their hands intertwined. She was staring hardcore at my heart monitor. I could see on the print out that it's stopped 3 more times. The stops were getting longer and longer.

"Sasuke, what are we going to do?" Mama whispered. I saw him shrug.

"She'll pull through. She has too. She just, she just has too." He leaned against her. "I can't be alone again Sakura." He muttered and I knew he meant he couldn't be the last Uchiha again. I looked and saw Bolt curled in a corner. Looking terrified and dead to the world. My monitor went off again and I collapsed to the ground in pain as my mom lept into action and began cpr. I crept over to Bolt, squatting in front of him and grabbing his face with my hands, but he didn't acknowledge me till my heart started again. He leaned into them.

"She's here." Bolt muttered.

"What?" My mom asked, looking at them. i realized it was late. they all looked tired.

"Sarada. She's here. I can feel her." He whispered..

"Bolt, honey, You need to sleep." My mom urged, thinking he was just tired. But he ignored her, his hand creeping to his face, resting above where my hand was.

"It hurts Bolt. When my heart stops. It hurts so much." I said. Bolt started to tear up.

"I don't know what to do. I just wish I could take the pain from you. I wish it were me instead." I smiled and kissed his cheek. His eyes fluttered as I wiped his tears away, I placed my forehead against his.

"Hey, I'm gong to pull through this." I promised. I let out another groan as My heart Monitor went all over the place, then flatlining. "I really wish that would stop." I muttered, "I don't know what to do or how to get back into my body. Those men did something to me." Bolt was slumped against the wall, looking petrified as my monitor was still flatlined. I let out a scream as it felt like I was being torn in half. No one hearing me. My hand went through Bolt, and he didn't make an indication that he felt it. I felt alone, isolated. No one paying me any mind. I don't understand how Naruto lived 9 years with this. I opened my eyes and I was back at the compound.

"Oh, you're back." Grandfather said, a woman next to him hit him. I collapsed to my knees.

"I don't want to die." I said, ready to cry.

"Neither did we." A man muttered from the group. I glared.

"Your deaths, even though they were tragic, were quick. I'm dying a slow, painful death. Every time my heart stops, it feels as though I'm being sawed in half and my mother is having a hard time getting it to restart each time. I need to find out what is causing this to me."

"And let me guess, you want help?" Grandfather stated. I remember Papa telling me, briefly, he was a stern, uncaring man. I glared directly at him.

"No, I don't need help. I'll figure this out on my own." I stood up, holding my chest, turning on my heel. I felt someone grab my arm and saw it was uncle.

"You act just like Sasuke." He smiled, poking my forehead, I held my hand to my head, looking at him.

"That's something Papa is always doing to me and mom." I said, wiping my face. "He's, he's having a hard time now." I said, Uncle walking next to me.

"How's that?" Uncle asked. I shrugged.

"Mom thinks it's because I'm growing up, and he was gone a lot of my childhood, trying to find peace within himself, and wasn't a big part of my life until I was 13." Uncle nodded.

"His inner turmoil is my fault."

"He and I fought before I left on a mission, and I got hurt pretty bad. Those men knew me though. I don't know how, or what they wanted. But I'm going to figure it out." I looked up at him. He smiled down, poking my forehead again.

"Let's go. I want to see Sasuke again." I looked at him,

"I don't know how I get around." I groaned as my chest began to burn. " These heart stopping's are getting closer and closer together. I don't know how much I can take. And time passes quickly when I'm in this state." I glanced around, it was morning already and I could see people, real people, walking around. We came to the hospital and I saw my friends sitting together. Himawari was curled on a bench, legs pulled to her chest, bad arm resting against her chest while her good arm was wrapped around her knees. She was leaned against Shikadai's side and he seemed to be rubbing her back, comforting her. Chocho was next to them, eating, while Inojin was on the ground, ripping paper, something that calms him.

"How's Bolt handling this?" Inojin asked. Himawari wiped her face.

"He's losing it. Claims he feels her and she talks to him. He swears it's real, but I don't know." I stopped and looked at them.

"Who are they?" Uncle asked.

"My friends. Chocho is the one eating, she's my best friend. Himawari is the one with the indigo hair, she's Bolt's sister. Shikadai's dad is the Hokage's adviser, he's next to Himawari and Inojin is on the ground, and personally, I find him weird. Huh, someone's missing." Suddenly a crash came and L.J was on the ground, his signature green onepiece with orange legwarmers. "And that is L.j. Lee jr. He's, well, special."

"Where is this, Bolt?"

"Probably in my room still." I lead him to my room. Mom and Dad were sleeping in the chair while Bolt was leaning against the foot of my bed on the ground.

"This is Bolt? Look's a lot like the blonde boy that saved my brother. He was, loud. And very determined."

"He is the son of him. This is Boruto Uzumaki." Uncle stared at him. "Watch." I whispered. I crouched next to him, putting my hand on his face. He smiled, leaning against it.

"Sarada?" He muttered. I leaned my forehead against his. His grin grew.

"I'm here." I whispered. He opened his eyes and he looked around, seeing me in the bed. He rubbed his eyes.

"I was dreaming." He muttered, standing up. Walking over to my body, pushing my hair back and kissing my forehead. "Please pull through." He muttered. I brushed my fingers across his cheek and he shook his head and walked over to Papa, shaking him. I was confused on why he was waking him. Uncle gasped and disappeared.

"What?" Papa asked.

"You ready to head out?" Bolt asked. Papa nodded, gently moving my mom so she was curled in the seat alone.

"Let's grab Shikadai on the way out, then stop by the office and get Choji and head out." Papa said. Bolt nodded. I was confused on where they were going.

"You really think these men are going to give us the answers we need?" Bolt asked as they began walked. My papa kissing my moms forehead then brushing his fingers across my cheek. Letting out a shuttering sigh.

"Oh, trust me. They will." Papa promised. They walked out of the room. Bolt had his hands behind his head, a way I've noticed Naruto walk too. I followed them and saw Papa nodding to Shikadai. Shikadai nodded back, moving and letting L.j take his spot next to Himawari. Shikadai looked between Bolt and Himawari before letting out a sigh and kissing Himawari. Bolt glared and I walked over to him, wrapping my arms around him from behind, leaning into his back.

"We were 14. Stop with the face." I whispered. Bolt closed his eyes, Letting out a sigh. I saw everyone looking at him and he cleared his throat and I saw Himawari nudge L.j. They all had a look of pity. Bolt glared. I wrapped myself around him again, comforting him.

"Himawari? I wanna test something. Look at me with the Byakugan and tell me what you see." I looked at him confused, but Himawari shrugged and activated it and gasped.

"I-I see Bolt's chakra and there's something next to him. It's faint, but I can see a shape, a human shape. It's hugging Bolt from behind." I moved. Himawari jumped. "It moved!" she pointed.

"Sarada, if it is really you, prove it." Inojin said.

"How?" I asked. Looking towards Bolt. Bolt shrugged.

"She asked how." Inojin thought, then shrugged.

"I don't know!" He said. Papa was staring at where I was with the sharingan.

"I see her, it's faint, but her chakra is there." He said, crossing his arms.

"Does that mean she's dead?" L.J asked. My papa looked at him.

"No. She could be between life and death."

"It hurts when my heart stops." I said. Bolt looked at me.

"She just said it hurts when her heart stops." Bolt said.

"Let's head out. Sarada, I want you to stay here. I don't want to risk you being to far from your body, just in case." Papa said. I nodded, knowing he could see me. I stayed while he and Shikadai and Bolt left. I sat crisscross in front of Inojin, putting my fingers to my lips, looking at Himawari and telling her not to tell, I focused and hit Inojin. He looked up,

"Did you feel that breeze?" He asked. Himawari began laughing.

"You just got hit by her." She said. I smiled, then gasped as my chest began burning. "Hey, there's something off about her. Like, you know how the Byakugan let's me see chakra flows? Well, her's just stopped around her chest." I clutched at my chest, falling to the ground, gasping. "Sarada!" Himawari screamed. Everyone jumping. I fell to my side, the pain getting worse. I was floating. Did I die? I forced my eyes opened. I forced myself to move. Suddenly, I was in front of my house, but it was different. I looked to them, and I opened the door and saw it was clean, looking different inside. There was only a picture of my mom and dad. None of me. We glanced around, hearing voices. I saw a swish of dark hair and saw Naruto and Hinata, a baby in their arms and my mom were sitting across from them, a swollen stomach. Me. This was before I was born. I looked at the baby, and it was Bolt. I gasped, the scene changing, obvious a toddler living there. Drawings all over the fridge, everything. I saw me, about 2, and Bolt playing on the floor. My mom and Hinata talking. Hinata's stomach was swollen. Himawari. Bolt and I were fighting over a toy, and I wacked him with a block. He then threw a block at me, making me cry. Mama rolled her eyes and looked at me.

"You hit him first darling." I saw my eyes glare at her, and I began playing with something else, Bolt helping me build.

"They're gonna fall in love." Hinata said, sipping on her tea.

"Oh, Sasuke is going to love that." Mama said, glancing at us. I saw the scene change again, it was the academy. First time I got glasses and I was sitting next to Bolt. Sensei Shino had a thing for Alphabetizing us. So I sat on the edge, and Bolt was in the middle and Himawari was next to him. The youngest in our class. We were 7-8 and she was only 5, but was too advanced for being in her class. She has her fathers natural talent, but her mom's focus and ability to act on that talent, unlike her father. She sat prim and proper, on a thick text book to see over the desk, her feet dangling so high from the ground, but she could handle it. I glanced around, wondering what milestone was hit here. I don't remember. Then it hit me. Shikadai sat in front of me and Bolt had climbed on the desk to chat with him, and I yelled at him to get his butt out of my face and he turned around to say something back and the boy that sat next to Shikadai, I think his name was Takumi something. Well he leaned back and bumped Bolt, and you can guess what happened next, Bolt's mouth landed on mine and I screamed, while Bolt fell on Shikadai and Takumi, sputtering while I was wiping my mouth, blushing. Everyone began laughing, both our faces were red.

The scene changed, I was still inside the academy, but we were older and taking the exam to graduate, we were 13. Alphabet order always put me and Bolt next to each other. I saw myself take a breath and did the shadow clone jutsu, making one. Passed. Bolt laughed at my one clone and walked forward and made 13 clones. Ah. His cocky stage.I saw myself glare at him, crossing my arms as Bolt smiled at my glare and put his hands behind his head. I felt myself smile as I saw myself turn away from him. Refusing to meet his gaze, I knew I liked him here. Just annoyed at his cocky attitude and so sure of himself. Himawari was next, and she made 2 clones, being more humble like her mother.

I walked as the scene changed again. We were back at my house, but it was different. I opened the door and saw decked out in party decorations. It was my birthday. I looked around to see what age, 14. This was the party Bolt kissed me. I walked around. Everyone was here. Chocho and her parents, Shikadai and his parents and Gaara and Kankuro. Bolt and Himawari and their parents. Inojin and His parents and both Lees. Himawari and Shikadai were talking and I was talking to ChoCho. ignoring Bolt, he did something, I couldn't remember and we were fighting. I watched as my mom cut the cake and Papa handed me a present. I smiled at this. And we went outside to eat the cake. Bolt sat next to me, eating and not looking at me. I watched, waiting for it, knowing it was coming. Bolt bumped me, causing me to hit myself in the mouth with frosting and I saw myself turn to yell at him and he kissed me, taking the frosting off my lips. Chocho choked, L.j fell off the steps and Himawari gaped at us. Shikadai sighed and rolled his eyes, and I watched my reaction, laughing. My eyes were wide, face red as my glasses and my mouth was slightly agape. Staring at him. Bolt shrugged and continued to eat his cake.

"Had something on your face." He said. Ok, maybe that was funny. I didn't find that response funny at the time. The scene changed. we were 17. My eyes widened, recognizing where we were, we were in his room and I was sitting at his desk, trying to read, but Bolt kept messing with me, eventually taking my book from me. I turned to yell at him and he caught me in an embrace, taking me down on the bed. I saw myself gasp, blushing and he pinned my arms.

"Pay attention to me." He whispered, kissing down my neck . I saw myself blush,

"Bolt." I whispered. Bolt didn't pay any attention and moved to my lips. Drawing a long kiss from me, I eventually gave in and forced my hands away from him to cling to his hair, things getting heated I walked out to see Hinata downstairs, frowning up at Bolt's door.

"Himawari! Can you get Sarada and tell her that's its time for her to head home?" She called to the kitchen.

"Sure mom!" Himawari bounded up the stairs. I covered my face in shame as she opened the door. There was a yell and a thud. I saw Hinata smile as I came running down the stairs, my face red and hair mushed up. Before Himawari interrupted us, I fought for dominance and I was on top of Bolt, his hands were edging my shirt off as I already had his off. It was me who fell when Himawari opened the door and Bolt had scrambled away from me. Grabbing a pillow, to cover his, um, excitement. I ran away before Himawari could say anything. Not even bowing to Hinata as I ran past her, out the front door. Hinata smirked, damn. She knew and did that on purpose. The scene changed to us fighting while we were training. Zene sitting in the shade, Bolt taking his shirt off. I rolled my eyes the same time mad me did and watched as Bolt showed Zene how to properly throw a star. I saw my face go red and turned back to my post, hitting it harder. I saw myself looking out of the corner of my eye and Zene and Bolt were close and her hand barely touched his stomach, hard and shaped from years of missions and rigorous training exercises. I threw my kanai with a little more force and Bolt came over to me, and tried talking to me. I snapped at him and Zene ran, and you know where it goes from there. I looked around, wondering when Papa showed up, and wondered why I'm being showed these memories. I already knew them. Is this what Death is? Being forced to relive memories? I looked around as the scene changed, darker memories. Memories of dark things I buried. I saw little me and Bolt in a crib, maybe 2-3, I saw my window open and two men climbed in. I froze with terror. Staring at them. The leered over my crib, looking at me, ignoring Bolt, who was sleeping next to me. This must be when Hinata had Himawari and Bolt stayed with us.

"You sure this is her?" One asked as they picked me up. I saw my little baby eyes gaze up to them. Unaware what was happening, sucking on my thumb and trying to sleep.

"Yeah. It's his kid. Let's go." They got out the window and I followed. They didn't make it to the compound edge before a Kanai snagged one of their capes, stopping him. I looked and saw papa, staring down the man holding me. He didn't hesitate as he ended the one he snagged.

"Yes, she is my Child. Now you will let her go, and I might let you live. Your friend had no choice in the manner." Papa said, his voice was steady and he was collected and void of emotion. The man looked terrified.

"You will let me live, or I will drop her." He threatened. My papa laughed.

"You are not the one in control here." He ran at the man and got him in the shoulder with a kanai and caught me with the other. "Now, I want you to deliver a message." He whispered, twisting the Kanai. The man let out a yell.

"What!" He begged.

"You tell whoever the hell paid you, that if they attempted to harm my child, my wife or anyone associated with me, I will find them and I will end them in a painful manner that you do not want to know." He whispered, getting closer. The man nodded and papa laughed, "Oh, and so they know I'm serious." He tucked me into his shoulder, shielding me from the horror as he grabbed the mans arm and twisted it like a pretzel, I cringed at all the popping and snapping. "Run." He whispered, looking terrifying. The man took off, holding his forever ruined arm. I began to fuss,

"Papa." Baby me said. "Sleepy." I fussed. Papa cooed at me, hushing me and rocking me, total 180 from what I just saw. He took me back home and laid me back in my crib, gently mussing Bolt's hair as he curled next to me, poked my forehead gently and went out the window. That's what he was doing those years. He was protecting me and Mom. I instantly felt bad for all the bad things I called him when I was growing up. He was there, just in his own way.

The scene changed, still dark. I was in the school yard, maybe 7-8. My glasses were on and I had tears running down my face as they called me names. Foureyes, bighead, Googly eyes. And the worse came from Bolt, who called me a four-eyed big forehead freak. That hurt. I watched as I crouched down, curled into my knees and cried, the kids still surrounding me and laughing.

"Hey!" I glanced over to little Himawari, her hair in little pigtails and a scowl on her face, breaking through the crowd. "You leave her alone Boruto, or I'm gonna tell Mommy!" Himawari squared her shoulders and planted her feet, looking Bolt in the eyes. Bolt laughed at her and pushed her forehead back, her stumbling back. She let out a yell and dove on him, grabbing his hair and mashing his face in the dirt. He fought enough to get her pinned, but not hurt her. She was still struggling and Bolt caught her in a bear-hug, leaning over her to stop her from kicking and she let out a scream and something snapped in little me. I dove on him too, getting accidentally kicked in the face and that's how we all ended up in the office, Bolt with a dirty face and black eye, Himawari had dirt all over her and I had a bloody rag held to my face. I felt myself scowl, then thought about how much of a jerk Bolt was when he was younger.

The scene changed, another bad memory. I looked around, we were 13, and just graduated. We had our forehead protectors and I was jealous that both Bolt and Himawari's parents picked them up and I was alone, my mom pulling a double at the hospital and papa gone wherever he was. I was jealous as Naruto tossed Himawari up in the air. I sat on the swing, staring down at the symbol of being a ninja and I had no one here to celebrate. I realized how lonely I was. Not as lonely as Naruto was, but I didn't really have friends, everyone scared of the Uchiha's because of the massacre and Papa running away. Chocho was my friend, but she was kinda scared of me for a while and Bolt and I acted to much alike and our personalities clashed a lot. I watched myself sit on the swing and I saw Naruto glance over to me, nudging Hinata. They looked at me with pity, but I never noticed when I was younger. I saw young me stand up and began the walk home. Sad. The scene changed to me getting stabbed. I watched as I hurt Bolt, and the man hurting Himawari then me getting stabbed.

"Why am I being showed this!" I screamed, not able to take it all. It began to flash really quick, bad memories. Being teased, being neglected, getting stabbed. Then the good memories, playing with Bolt, Birthdays with papa, Christmas, all rushing past me. I screamed as my chest erupted and I sat up, gasping. Scaring the shit out of my mom as she stumbled back. I ripped the tubes off me, gasping and holding my chest. Looking around. Himawari was on the ground, her face pale and so was Bolt, but he was more slumped, like he just used a lot of energy.

"It-It worked." Bolt mumbled. Holding his chest.

"What-what worked." I gasped, still in pain.

"Oh do we have a story for you." Himawari said, standing up.

Sorry! I gotta end it here. I promise to have the next one chapter up on Wednesday. I swear. I have two stories that I am working on and it's poor planning on my part of which one I can work on. Sometimes I jump back and forth. Oh. And I am going to get some things clears, since people seem to be going back and forth in the comment section.
1)This is a fanFICTION. so some things are changed and added to fit what I want in the story. So
2) Himawari HAS the Bykugan. Yes, I know you have to have white eyes and no pupils, Her eyes are in this story, blue, but a super light blue and her pupils are feint. You know how Hinata, Neji and Hanbai and everyone with the Bykugan in the Anime has a lilac coloring? Well, that's what Himawari has, just hers is a blue color.
3) I am still on the fence on whos last name should be taken. I see the argument on both sides. I guess we'll see what I do when it comes to that.
4) Guest reviewer that signed their name as Ashley, it is your lost. I honestly don't care that you stopped reading. I know my story is going to have faults and inconsistencies with the manga/Anime versions, that't the beauty of fanFICTION. I can write whatever the hell I want to write, and yes, the viewers/readers of the fanfics opinions matter, but in the end, it's my opinion that really matters. So Suck it.

Ok Sorry for the rant. But hey, hit that review button and tell me how I did!