Boruto blinked, taking in his surroundings.
An old-timey room.
The smell of soap.
Wet hands.
"CINDER!"
He covered his ears. Who on earth was yelling at the top of their lungs? And why was he cleaning the floor?
"Cinder."
Boruto blinked. Sakura was staring down at him.
"How many times do I have to call you, shannaro? Clean the floor. Sasuke-sama* is coming to deliver invitations to the royal ball tonight! The Uchiha princess is going to choose her husband." She sighed, her hands folded by her head. "Sasuke-sama... I wish he hadn't kicked me out of the castle..."
"That's right, Cinder. Clean the floor."
Boruto looked up. Yellow eyes glared back at him. "...Mitsuki!?"
"Clean the floor, you worthless pig."
"Kawaki?!" Mitsuki, he could tolerate. Kawaki glaring down at him as if he was some loyal lap dog made his blood boil. Just when he was about to throw a punch, he noticed someone else in the corner of the room.
"Heh, it shouldn't be too bad, Cinder. Look at it this way, we don't have to wear stuffy clothes and attend a stupid ball with a bunch of rich people!"
"...Dad?"
His father just laughed, only to get shannaroed by none other than Sakura.
Boruto looked at his dad's hand. On his fourth finger was a silver wedding ring. He looked over at Sakura. On hers was a gold one.
"No way..."
Sakura looked back at him. "What? Do you wanna get punched too? Clean the floor!"
"YOU GUYS ARE MARRIED?"
"How dare you insult me by assuming I'm married to this loser!"
Boruto got clomped over the head. I guess not.
"Sasuke-ku... sama... kicked me out of the castle. The only time of the year I get to see my daughter is this ball! Now hurry up and clean, useless rat!"
I wonder what happened, thought Boruto as he looked at the sponge in his hands. More importantly, how do I get out of here? I need to find Sarada... Maybe if I'm with Kawaki, we could use a space time portal to-
That was when Boruto noticed. His karma was gone. He bolted upright and turned to Kawaki.
"Kawaki! Let me see your hand."
Just as Boruto's fingers latched onto Kawaki's arm, he yanked it out of his grasp. "Don't touch me, peasant!"
"...Huh? You wanna go?!"
Mitsuki got in between them, his yellow eyes narrowed in displeasure. "I don't know what's gotten into you, Cinder. But you have no chance with Princess Sarada. Give up and clean the floor like a good boy."
Boruto blinked. "Mitsuki? You... You have a thing for Sarada? And what the heck do you mean, a good boy?!"
"Hm," Kawaki laughed haughtily. "Everyone has a thing for Princess Sarada. She's drop dead gorgeous."
That was it. He had had it. He was done with this stupid world. "Dad, where's Sasuke-san?"
"Hm? At the castle of course... But it's not Sasuke-san, it's King Sasuke."
"I don't care. King Sasuke, Princess Sarada, just let me talk to one of them. I've gotta get out of here."
Sakura was also on her last nerve. Picking Boruto up by the collar, she threw him in the closet and barred the door shut.
Boruto fist banged against the pine slab. "Hey! Let me out!" He tried to form a swirling ball of chakra in his hands, but nothing appeared. "...Huh?"
No matter what he did, he couldn't use jutsu. And when he tried to punch the door, his knuckles bled. What the...
He could hear his father negotiating with Sakura on the outside. "Sakura-chan, he didn't mean any harm... I'm sure he just wanted to have some fresh a-"
"If you don't want to be in there too, I suggest you shut up."
Naruto gulped. "Yes ma'am."
Dang it, thought Boruto as his face crumpled. What do I do now?
. . .
Sarada stood, getting fitted for a ball gown. When she looked up in the mirror, she couldn't help but suck in a breath. Her hair was long, and her glasses were replaced by 20/20 vision. Her flat previously flat chest was now soft and pillowy, giving her figure a lovely curve. Her calluses were gone, her scowl was gone, and her face somehow seemed thinner.
She ran one hand along her bare arms and couldn't help but stare in awe at how soft her skin was. The dress she was wearing was a red, sleek, silk gown. It ran down her legs and to the ground, dragging slightly on the tile floor below. When she bent her knee to test for mobility, she noticed a slit that came up to her thigh.
Turning to the side and admiring herself from a new view, she realized that nearly all of her back was exposed.
"Princess Sarada, please come to the make-up room. It is nearly time for our guests to arrive."
Guests? What guests? Where's Boruto? She wanted to ask all these questions and more, but judging from the strange light earlier, they were in some other dimension. Playing along until she figured out how to get back would be better... As long as they didn't force her to do anything strange.
She followed the maid down a spacious hallway lined with stone collumns and paintings that were larger than life. Where on earth...
Before she had time to marvel at the beauty of the castle, her guide pulled her into another room. Three attendants rushed to her side, hurrying her to a cushioned stool. Her face was covered with a cream, and then a powder, and then more powder... Then her eyes closed for a while, brushes tickling the lids... All the while, it felt as though someone was gently playing with her hair.
When she could see again, her breath was nearly taken away. Her face was without a single blemish, eyelashes long and lushious, lips red and shiny. There was a braided crown atop her head, pulling her bangs away from her face and letting the rest of her long hair fall down her back and cover the exposed skin. If Sarada was a boy, she was confident she wouldn't be able to speak in front of someone this pretty.
She smirked. I'd love to see the look on Boruto's face if he saw me like this... I bet he'd listen to anything I said... Maybe I could even get him to stop playing pranks.
With full confidence and 4 inch heels, Sarada strode to the ballroom. "When does the ball begin?"
"In approximatly one hour, Princess Sarada. Your father is sending personal invitations to every man in the kingdom. Tonight, you will chose your husband from among them."
Sarada froze. "Husband?!"
"Yes, it is what you and your father arranged. You are 19, after all."
Nineteen. No wonder she seemed so much different. "You said every man in the kingdom?"
"Yes princess."
"Good." Her plan was to find Boruto, make him explain what was happening, and get out of this world and back to the old one before it was too late.
*Note: -sama is like... A really high respect term. King is oo-sama (pronounced ohh-sama), God is kami-sama, so on and so forth. -kun is kinda childish and cute (usually). So Sakura switches from calling Sasuke "Sasuke-kun" to "Sasuke-sama" sarcastically because she got kicked out. She's basically mocking him out of spite.
The reason I didn't have Boruto call him that is because King Sasuke would be "Sasuke oo-sama" which just looks weird, and I don't think Boruto would say "Sasuke-sama" cuz it's too... polite? I mean in general Boruto's speech is pretty rough in Japanese so... There you have it. Sorry for the long drawn out explanation ^^;*