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Mitsuki: I wonder, Boruto, are you the big spoon or little spoon?

Boruto: I’m the knife.

Sarada: He’s the little spoon.

Mitsuki: Thought so.

#borusara fluff #borusara #boruto uzumaki #boruto x sarada #sarada uchiha #boruto #sarada

[ladyuchiha96]

Dawn

Set during the time skip - Boruto gradually realizing his feelings for Sarada

Looking back now, Boruto had always known that he loved Sarada.

The realization had crept into his mind rather slowly, quietly, as a silent wanting to have her close to him, to be able to hear her voice and talk to her when his chest felt heavy and feel the warmth of her palm on his shoulder when he wanted to scream in despair.

In the years he spent away with Sasuke, he would glance at the moon, the same moon she could see, and wonder if he ever slipped into her thoughts the way she did into his.

He often found himself wishing he could spar with her, have her see him succeed after weeks of working on something, and catch the faint smile in the corners of her mouth when she thought he wasn't looking.

Boruto liked seeing her smile. And he loved that concealed smile more than anything because it was meant for him and him only. It made his chest swell with pride and blood rush through his body like a force driving him forward.

On rare nights when fatigue stifled his fears, she would come to him in his dreams, right before dawn.

In the dream, she would lie beside him and hold his hand on the pillow, touch his hair, run her fingertips over the features of his face, the edges of his lips, and his scar.

He would close his eyes and lean into her touch, tired and momentarily oblivious to the outside world.

Stay. Please, stay.

She never did. Boruto would wake up, wishing he could disappear, just for another moment, to escape the guilt that tore at his gut.

Sometimes they would sit on his father's stone face and talk about something ordinary. Something that didn't involve saving thousands of souls or stopping mass destruction.

The dream would be so vivid Boruto could even hear the echo of Thunder Train somewhere in the distance, see how the gold of the sun changed the color of her hair, and feel the wind on his face, a feeling painfully familiar. He would wake up more homesick than ever.

The nearer his return to the Hidden Leaf drew, the more often he dreamed of her running into his embrace at the gate.

No matter how hard he tried to feel her with his senses, to recall the scent of her skin, the warmth of her body, the rise and fall of her chest, and the beat of her heart, in his dream Sarada remained out of his reach, even though she was right there in his arms.

Longing for home and fear of never hugging her again blended into each other, never to be set apart.

It was after he returned to the village and spent days and nights training, fighting, talking, and going on missions with her that he first felt the urge to touch her lips with his own, to hold her and - kiss her, and have her kiss him back, and - his whole body shivered with some electric feeling at the thought.

At first, it had felt just as natural as it felt ridiculous. Sarada was his friend. They grew up together. He doubted she felt anything similar about him. Not that Boruto had much time or brainpower to analyze as they were saving the world.

All he knew for sure was that he needed her to be safe because if anything happened to her after everything that happened to his family, he would most certainly have lost his mind.

And when Sarada stepped into his arms and kissed him in front of the five great shinobi nations upon his return from the battle with Kawaki, Boruto stood frozen in shock for what could have been a second or an hour, overwhelmed with the feel of her mouth on his.

Then his arms wrapped around her waist, and he drew her closer, as close as he could without hurting them both, and his chest grew heavy with the sobs she swallowed, both his and hers, sobs of sorrow and relief.

They knelt on the ground together, shaking and holding on to one another, and that was when Boruto knew that there never was and never will be anyone else on this Earth or beyond it that he would love more than he loved her.

I am genuinely interested to hear how this one felt to you guys (if it gave you any feels at all, that is)

Masterlist

#boruto x sarada #borusara #boruto uzumaki #uzumaki boruto #sarada #uchiha sarada #sarada uchiha #boruto #boruto next generation #boruto timeskip #borusara fanfic #borusara fanfiction #borusara fluff #borusara angst

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Lovers

Moments before the final battle between Boruto and Kawaki - Kawaki asking for Sarada's forgiveness. BoruSara #idiots in love

HELLOOO everyone! I've been quite busy these last few months and I can't tell you how much I've missed writing! Hope you like this one, I really loved putting it together 😁😁

P.S. The title was inspired by this scene

Having finally calmed his breathing, Boruto raised his head to see Kawaki looking at him from above.

It was a look of distant sorrow, and a very present determination.

With the knowledge that it would be over soon, a weight he had been carrying for years now left his soul, and filled it with a new dread.

He got up and dusted off his clothes and hands, glancing one more time around the battlefield, subconsciously stalling the inevitable.

Kawaki, already at his feet and looking perfectly clean, raised an eyebrow in an impatient manner. Boruto nodded in agreement. Now.

He frowned in confusion when Kawaki's eyes left him abruptly and drifted to something behind his back, when he felt Sarada's presence at his side. Her eyes were fixed on Kawaki, and to Boruto's shock, Kawaki's expression ever so slightly softened.

He didn't know how the rest of them felt at that brief moment of crazy hope, but his own heart had nearly stopped.

"Forgive me," Kawaki said quietly, as if he might choke on his own words if he spoke just a bit louder.

Forgive me for turning against you, forgive me, for I wouldn't be doing this if I didn't believe it was the right thing to do.

A painfully long heartbeat passed before Sarada responded with a calm and simple, "I forgive you."

She stepped toward him. "And I ask that you forgive me as well."

Kawaki nodded once, and with that, any look of sorrow was gone from his face. There was no changing his mind.

Boruto clenched his jaw, suppressing a wave of disappointment. He had already known it was going to be this way, known that Kawaki wasn't going to let go just like that, not after everything. It had to be solved, and it had to be solved now.

Whether out of need for reassurance or something else entirely, he looked at Sarada over his shoulder.

For a second it seemed like she would let him go without saying anything. Before he had time to process what she was going to do, Sarada swiftly closed the space between them, rising to her toes, and wrapped her arms around his neck.

Boruto blinked in surprise, but relaxed instantly, putting his hands on her back and drawing her closer.

He allowed himself to close his eyes for a moment, feeling strangely at peace as he focused on the rhythmic thud of her heartbeat.

"Remember who you are and what you're fighting for," she whispered, slightly breathless and shivering as she pulled away just enough to touch his forehead with hers.

Her hand slid to his chest to clutch the front of his shirt, almost as if she was fighting the urge to spread her palm and feel his heart.

"And keep in mind that there are people waiting for you here."

In that moment of not knowing if he'd return alive or not, all Boruto could think about was that he desperately wanted to feel this again, her body's warmth against his, her arms holding him. Her.

He lowered his face, brushing his nose against hers, lips close enough to kiss her if she would only raise her head.

Sarada looked at him with those eyes black as the darkest night, knowing what he wanted, what he felt, and didn't pull away. Her grip on him tightened, but she didn't kiss him.

A voiceless plea for his return.

"I am not above killing you from behind, if that's how you'd prefer it," said Kawaki, his voice rising.

Boruto sighed, releasing her reluctantly.

He turned toward Kawaki. "Where's the fun in that?" he asked lightly, as it were not his life they were talking about.

They were gone in a blink of an eye, and Sarada could do nothing but watch after them. A sense of foreboding had taken a place in her heart and she touched the screw necklace Boruto gave her, praying that they would, indeed, come back alive.

Masterlist

#the kawaki i know does respect sarada #borusara #kawaki #boruto next generation #boruto x sarada #post timeskip #boruto uzumaki #sarada uchiha #uchiha sarada #uzumaki boruto #borusara angst #borusara fanfic #borusara fanfiction

[ladyuchiha96]

"... and blessed be all the sheets

where I acquire fame, and my thoughts,

that are only of her, that no one else has part of."

- Petrarch, "Canzoniere", Sonnet 61

#petrarch #love poems #love poetry #love quotes #quotes #poetry #canzoniere #sonnet 61

[ladyuchiha96]

Vulnerability

Kawaki is in love with Sarada, and can't stand looking at her and Boruto together

(happening after the time skip, BoruSara is not yet dating)

#BoruSara #KawaSumi

Unlike his brother, Kawaki had always been painfully aware of his feelings for Sarada. And sometimes his chest would burn and ache, and he would want nothing more than for the ground to open up and swallow him.

Like now, while he watched Sarada have a wordless conversation with Boruto. It was an exchange of knowing glances and concealed expressions, something they did from time to time when they thought no one was looking.

Or the day before yesterday, when Sarada was heavily wounded during a battle, and Boruto scooped her into his arms and carried her as she rested against his chest.

Kawaki never had the guts to be so close to her, to touch her like that, to hold her and bury his face in the crook of her neck like Boruto did.

He wished he could interact with her with that kind of freedom. But for him, Sarada was like a doll behind a thick glass, beautiful, distant and unreachable.

It was so much easier with Sumire. Her presence made his mind go calm, and he felt at peace when he spoke to her. She was kind, supportive, and beautiful in a very human way, if that made any sense.

Where Sarada was someone he wanted to believe in him, Sumire was someone with whom he felt comfortable enough to be vulnerable.

Vulnerable.

A scene he witnessed a few months ago when they were returning from a mission by Thunder Train flashed through Kawaki's mind.

Having almost gotten killed, Boruto was visibly tired. His face was blank and he was being unnaturally quiet.

Sarada, who was sitting beside him, kept speaking to him softly, mostly non sense, but it seemed that her voice had a soothing effect on him.

Nodding to something she said, Boruto suddenly leaned toward her, and touched her shoulder with his forehead.

Sarada went silent, and Boruto, taking that as her surprise, muttered, "Just give me a moment."

Slowly, Sarada lowered her face into his hair and didn't move till he fell asleep, when she shifted so that he was lying with his head in her lap.

Even Mitsuki had looked away then. It felt too intimate, too private.

"It's becoming irreparable," Himawari giggled, breaking Kawaki's train of thought.

"What is?" he asked.

"Boruto's ability to make decisions. He's becoming completely dependent on Sarada's opinion. Have you not noticed?"

"I am certainly not," Boruto intersected.

Sarada raised her eyebrows in a are-you-kidding-me manner, but there was a shadow of a smile dancing on her lips.

"You called her this morning to ask if you should put your T-shirts on the upper or lower shelf of your closet," Himawari pointed out not without amusement, though she tried to sound serious.

Boruto's face went red in a matter of moments. "I - she - why are you - she's practical, that's all!"

Sarada covered her mouth with the back of her hand to hide a smile.

Kawaki didn't want to listen to it anymore. He stood up, surprising everyone, and stormed out of Thunder Burger.

But before he could get any further, someone bumped into him, and he heard a soft gasp. He glanced down at Sumire as she rubbed her nose.

"Sorry," he murmured, blushing.

"Oh, it's quite all right," she smiled at him. "I was just coming to find you."

Kawaki blinked at her. "Me?"

"Yeah, I was wondering if you'd go somewhere with me. It's important."

He shrugged, "Sure," but he did feel relieved, and decided not to wonder how she always managed that.

Masterlist

#boruto x sarada #borusara #boruto naruto next generations #boruto uzumaki #sarada uchiha #boruto #sarada #borusara fanfic #kawasara #kawaki #borusara fluff #kawasumi #borusara angst

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Lady Hokage's Approval

Inojin mocks Boruto about asking for Sarada's approval of the mission

Boruto frowned. It was a scarecely noticable motion, but Mitsuki has grown to recognize it over the course of the years. Boruto wasn't going to agree with this.

"Well?" Inojin prompted. "Are we through with this or not?"

"It seems all right to me," Shikadai said, scanning the map once again.

Mitsuki wondered how much longer Boruto would keep silent. It wasn't like him not to express his opinion right away, especially because this mission was dangerous.

He knew what Boruto was going to say.

I want the Hokage to take a look before we depart.

Or I want the Hokage to approve this mission first.

Sarada had long ago given Boruto the authority to act as he considered suitable in situations like this, but even so, he still asked for her opinion once in a while.

Inojin often had a lot to say about Boruto not being a shinobi "independent enough" to make his own decisions without Sarada's consent. Kawaki considered it a weakness, Chocho called it respect.

Metal once commented it as a habit from the old days that Boruto simply never managed to break - to have her approval as the team captain.

Denki believed that, above all, Boruto just missed working with Sarada on terrain now that she was the Hokage.

Shikadai shrugged phylosophically and said it was love, Lord Sixth had a very similar opinion, though he had not expressed it as elegantly, and Himawari only grinned wickedly when asked about the subject.

"I want the Hokage to approve this mission first," Boruto said now, earning a snort from Inojin and a barely supressed smile from Shikadai.

He shook his head. "There's something very wrong with this. It seems too easy."

Inojin rolled his eyes. "What are you talking about? The plan is impeccable, isn't it, Shikadai?"

Shikdai shrugged. "Maybe it wouldn't be a bad thing to have someone else have a look as well. I mean, we've been staring at this for hours, we might have missed something important."

Mitsuki smiled. He loved that Shikadai took Boruto's side in these matters.

Inojin narrowed his eyes at Shikadai.

"What is it with you always asking for Sarada's approval?" he asked, shifting his gaze to Boruto.

Mitsuki often wondered what was it about Boruto and Sarada that bothered Inojin that much.

"I want her opinion," Boruto said, eyes still on the map. "I have a bad feeling about this."

"A bad feeling?" Inojin echoed. Shikadai glared at him.

"If you are disinterested in the Hokage's opinion, Inojin, why don't you draw us something for transport? I think that would be the best. We shall talk the plan through with Sarada and notify you in a timely manner," Mitsuki smiled sweetly.

Inojin opened his mouth to respond when Shikadai said, "Of course we'll go through this with Sarada. It's a very important and dangerous mission, right, Inojin?"

As Sarada had once said, Shikadai's authority as a team captain may be quiet and unobtrusive, but it was unwavering.

"Right," Inojin said after a shorter pause. "Well, I gotta go now anyway. So please, do inform me in a timely manner," he said and stood up, picking his things.

"What is his problem?" Shikadai gasped after the door closed behind Inojin. "He keeps lashing out at everyone this week. It's becoming a real drag."

"I think that girl he hooked up with last weekend dumped him," Boruto said absently, rubbing his chin.

"Already?" Mitsuki asked curiosuly.

There was a moment of silence before Boruto broke out of his reverie. "Yeah, he's just hurt, Shikadai. Let him be," he said, sounding like his usual-self again.

"You don't get hurt because of a hookup. You get hurt because of bigger things," Shikadai muttered.

"You may be onto something there, Shikadai," Mitsuki said thoughtfully. He'd have to think that through later. Could there possibly be someone who broke Inojin's heart?

"That would explain why he's so annoyed with Boruto and Sarada," he said slowly, making both Boruto and Shikadai give him a weird look.

"I'm not sure I'm following," Shikadai said at the same time Boruto asked, "What does Sarada have to do with Inojin?"

Mitsuki blinked at them. "Nothing, really. I was just thinking out loud." He smiled, knowing it would make Boruto let go of the subject.

"Right. Well, I'll go see her now," Boruto said as he got up. "You guys going?"

"Nah, you go. We've got time to go over the plan in the morning," Shikadai said lazily.

"I thought this was an important and dangerous mission," Boruto grinned, but his smile faltered quickly. He really had bad feeling about it and needed to talk to Sarada, and soon.

Masterlist

#boruto uzumaki #borusara #boruto naruto next generations #boruto x sarada #sarada uchiha #boruto #sarada #borusara fanfic #mitsuki #kawaki #shikadai #shikadai nara #inojin #inojin yamanaka #boruto next generation #kakashi #kakashi hatake #himawari #himawari uzumaki #borusara fluff #hokage

[ladyuchiha96]

Beginning of a Legend

Boruto being jealous of Kawaki and tragically unaware of Sarada's feelings

Boruto watched with a weird sickness to his stomach as Sarada's palms touched his brother's bruised skin, his previously dislocated shoulder and a bandage across his chest.

She has been tending to Kawaki's injuries for more than a week now, spending nights next to him.

"You look like you're about to vomit," Shikadai said from behind him. They were sitting in the canopy of a tree, watching through an open window of his brother's hospital room.

"I don't know what you mean," Boruto muttered, incapable of looking away. Sarada stood impossibly close to Kawaki as she unwrapped the blood-stained bandage and let her chakra flow into the raw flesh.

"Can't you tell he's completely indifferent?" Shikadai asked as if reading his mind.

"I would agree on that," added another, softer voice. "His thoughts are miles away from Sarada's breasts."

Boruto almost fell from the tree.

"For Heaven's sake, Mitsuki! He's my brother, and she's just healing him," he snapped, glad to be able to say it out loud.

She's just healing him. Nothing more.

"Besides, it's none of my business. We're just friends."

"If you say so," Mitsuki sang, smiling as he inclined his head.

"Why don't you just talk to her?" Shikadai asked for the hundredth time.

"There's nothing to talk about," he said curtly.

"Then why do you keep torturing yourself like this? It's becoming a real drag. Just talk to her and say -"

"Say what?"

Shikadai sighed, making an exasperated I'm-giving-up gesture with his hands.

"I have loved you my whole life?" Mitsuki suggested.

Boruto felt a hot sting of something he couldn't define when Sarada laughed at something Kawaki said. He clenched his teeth.

"I have loved her my whole life. But we're just friends."

"You keep saying that, Boruto, but if you'll allow me, I don't think you mean it in your heart," Mitsuki said calmly.

Boruto looked away. "She loves him," he whispered after a long silence, and jumped off, leaving Shikadai and Mitsuki to stare after him.

"What an idiot," Shikadai said at the same time as Mitsuki asked, "But she doesn't, does she?"

"Of course she doesn't. Well, at least not the way he thinks. She loves Kawaki as family and as a friend, but she's certainly not in love with him."

"I wonder why Boruto's so blind to it," Mitsuki said thoughtfully.

"Because he's afraid of rejection," Shikadai answered simply.

"I didn't realize you knew so much about romantic relationships, Shikadai," Mitsuki smiled.

"I don't know about romantic relationships, but I do know Boruto and Sarada."

"And you think she loves him back?"

"Of course she does. Just think about it. Whenever she needs comfort or reassurance, who does she turn to?"

Mitsuki took a minute to think about it. "Boruto," he said happily.

"And when something great happens to her, who is the first person she tells?"

"I see what you're aiming at. It must be an incredible feeling though, to have such an intimate bond with another human being."

Shikadai raised an eyebrow at Mitsuki's observation, but didn't comment. They sat in silence until Sarada, having appeared seemingly out of nowhere, asked, "Why did he leave?"

"I'm starting to feel like he's avoiding me."

"Boruto? I think he's in pain," Mitsuki said. Shikadai glared at him.

Sarada looked alarmed. "Pain? What pain?"

"There's no pain," Shikadai calmed her. "He's just anxious about talking to Kawaki after everything that happened between them. That's all."

Sarada nodded. "I'll see that he's OK," she said and left just as silently as she appeared.

Mitsuki chuckled. "Well, I would be lying if I said I'm not interested in how this one ends."

Masterlist

#borusara #boruto naruto next generations #boruto uzumaki #boruto x sarada #sarada uchiha #borusara angst #boruto #sarada #borusara fanfic #shikadai #kawaki #mitsuki

[ladyuchiha96]

Hold On To Me

(post time skip)

Angst, more angst, fluff, first kiss and ohh

Boruto lay awake in his bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. It was anniversary of Kagura's death, and none of those who witnessed it were with him today.

All of them scattered on missions, it was only him and Sarada in the village, and Sarada had been called to the Hokage's office.

She came to his house at dawn to pull him out of bed and drag him to the Post Office. He was grateful.

This was the first year they couldn't be there for the memorial. All roads between the Five Great Nations have been blocked for safety reasons, so they sent Buntan a telegram.

You know we would have come.

Sarada was restless. She wanted to say more, but didn't know how to transform what she felt into words, and Boruto didn't know what he felt at all.

He only knew that he would have given everything to be there today, for Kagura had been his friend, and his death had left a wound that never quite healed.

They signed it as Shinobi of the Hidden Leaf.

Buntan's response came late in the afternoon, just before the Post Office closed. It said,

We know. He knows it too. Thank you, Sarada.

Sarada's jaw clenched when he brought it to her to read. She pursed her lips and didn't speak a word.

How Buntan knew it was Sarada who sent the telegram was out of Boruto's grasp, but she did know, and Sarada didn't manage to pull herself together for the rest of the evening.

Deaf for everything he said, she kept looking out the window of Thunder Burger, as if her soul could somehow reach the Hidden Mist.

This is unbearable, Boruto thought as he sat up in his bed. Before he knew it, he was on his way to Sarada's.

He found her in the hallway of her apartment in her pajamas, putting on shoes.

"What are you doing?" he asked her bluntly.

"What does it look like?" she retorted, taking them off. "We're going to sleep." Boruto almost smiled.

Embarrassed beyond explanation, she motioned for him to follow her and then put him in her bed, laying behind him so that she was the big spoon.

Most people felt safer when being held, but not Sarada. That night she held on to Boruto like her life depended on it, and in the morning he woke up to her drawing circles on his back with the tip of her finger.

Having felt the change in his breathing, her hand stilled, palm flat between his shoulder-blades.

" 'Morning," he hummed, eyes still closed.

" 'Morning," she murmured back.

Too wrapped in sleep for sensible conversation, he reached behind with his arm, seeking her body.

Sarada gently pushed his arm away, but a moment later the bed creaked as she shifted her weight to move closer to him, snuggling into his back so that he couldn't see her face. Her hand rested on his ribs.

She cleared her throat. "You know this wasn't just about Kagura, right?"

"I know," he murmured, covering her hand with his own.

"Thank you," she whispered. "For being there for me."

They lay in silence for a full minute. She thought he had dozed off again when he said, in a quite clear voice, "I needed you too, you know."

At that Sarada propped herself on her elbow so that she could see him.

"Really?" she asked, utterly serious.

Boruto turned on his back, allowing her a better view.

"Really," he confirmed. The look in his eyes was similar to the one he had when his father was killed.

He sat up slowly, scratching the edge of his jaw, like he always did when he was nervous. "Sarada?"

She blinked at him, moving into a siting position as well. "What is it?"

"In case something happens -"

"No."

"Let me finish. In case something happens - I want you to know that when we're in danger - " he paused, "my first thought is of you. Where you are and if you're safe. Yes," he added, seeing her expression change, "I know you can take care of yourself. You are one of the most powerful people I ever met. I'm just saying. My first thought is of you."

Her throat tightened. "And mine is of you," she said quietly, and it was the utmost truth. "It always has been."

Boruto looked at her in surprise, but something about her expression must have reassured him. He nodded, more to himself than to her.

Heart pounding in her ears, Sarada drew closer, wrapping her fingers around his neck. Feeling his quickened heartbeat under her palm, she kissed his forehead, then his temple and his cheekbone.

"Sarada?" he asked again.

She fought back a smile. "Hm?"

"Can I kiss you?"

She nodded, realizing that her throat has tightened to the point where it was difficult to speak, but this was Boruto, and she had loved him her whole life.

Sarada froze, making herself repeat that last thought.

I have loved him my whole life.

Boruto kissed her then, breaking all of her thoughts into stardust. She gasped softly, leaning into him, excitement coursing through her. It wasn't like she imagined it would be.

It was weird, and warm and wet, and a little clumsy, but it was the most beautiful thing in the world.

Masterlist

#borusara #boruto x sarada #boruto uzumaki #uzumaki boruto #sarada uchiha #uchiha sarada #borusara fluff #boruto next generation #kagura #boruto fanfiction #boruto naruto next generations #buntan #kagura's death

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Echoes of the Past

Recreation of SasuSaku scene when Sasuke leaves the village. Sarada confronts Boruto about abandoning the village in order to find Kawaki.

Hands in pockets, Boruto walked slowly, almost reluctantly. The heaviness he had been feeling for days had taken a sharper form and was now more painful than he could possibly describe.

"What do you think you're doing?" asked a dangerously steady voice from behind him. Boruto froze, too stunned to respond.

"You're going after Kawaki, aren't you?"

He couldn't face her.

He couldn't beat her in close combat either, at least not without attracting too much attention.

"Look me in the eye when I'm speaking to you."

He didn't want to. He felt like his heart would turn into stone if he did, for she would take him in her arms and hold him from falling into the abyss. He didn't want to fall. But he had to find his brother. He needed to know.

They stood by the last bench on the way out of the village, shielded from curious eyes by the heavy veil of midnight. It was quiet and peaceful as warm wind rustled through the leaves.

Boruto clenched his fists and turned to look at her. He thought her eyes would be glowing Sharingan crimson, but they were as black as the night around them.

"So? What is this?" she stepped toward him, now close enough to touch him if she reached with her arm.

"You saving us from Kawaki or saving Kawaki from us? From me?"

"Sarada -"

"Do you really think that Kawaki will sit down and talk to you reasonably? That he will give you a sensible explanation for why he killed Lord Seventh?"

Boruto said nothing.

Sarada took another step toward him. "Do you think he even has a sensible explanation?"

"He'd better."

"And what if he doesn't? Are you going to kill him?"

Boruto looked away. "I don't know."

"He's your brother," she said, her voice softer than it was a moment ago. "You know better than me how much he loved your dad. I am certain he still loves both you and Himawari, and your mother. And I know you love him, regardless of how you may feel now."

"What are you trying to say?" he asked quietly. "That I should forgive him just like that?"

Sarada gazed at him for a moment, choosing her words.

"I'm saying that despite everything, Kawaki is still family, both yours and mine. I will not let him go, nor will I forgive him just like that. But I do think he ought to have a chance to say something."

"That's why I'm going," Boruto said, lifting his head to look at her. "I want him to tell me exactly why -"

"He will not tell you anything," Sarada said sharply. "Don't you understand? Say Kawaki does have a sensible reason. Don't you think he would have told us about it by now if he could? Maybe he's protecting us from something. Maybe he's taking the role of a villain on purpose. There could be a thousand explanations -"

"You're clutching at straws, Sarada."

"Perhaps," she whispered. "Either way, when you find him, he'll be cruel and cold and arrogant. He will brush you off and mock you. It will break your heart."

"I'll survive."

"Give him time," she said, almost desperately. "That's all I'm asking. Give him time."

"Time? For what? For his heart to harden and lose every chance to ever feel anything again?"

"Give us time then. To work out a strategy. You know Kawaki. If he set his mind on something, then it won't be easy to persuade him otherwise. We can't just go after him with no idea of what we'll do when we find him!"

"I."

"What?"

"When I find him, not we. You're not going."

"Boruto!"

"The village needs you, and I know you will protect it with everything you have," he said and turned to go, but her iron grip on his shoulder stopped him.

"Look at me," she whispered. "Look at me."

He did. Her eyes were tearful, the expression on her face vulnerable as he had never seen it before. She has put her hands around his neck, brushing his jawline with her thumbs.

"Have I ever failed you?" she asked in a grave voice. Boruto felt like she hit him in the gut.

"Have I ever lied to you?"

They stood wordlessly for a long while, feeling each other's warmth, breathing in each other's scents.

"Have I?" she whispered.

Boruto only shook his head.

"Then why don't you trust me when I say we will find Kawaki and bring him home?"

"I trust you more than anyone in this world," he said softly, his hands automatically going to her waist and drawing her closer. He felt her heartbeat, strong and quick against his chest.

"But this is something I have to do on my own. I don't know. Maybe I'm just scared we'll lose him if we wait for too long."

"I understand that. I'm scared too. But we're still shinobi, and we must put the village first. Give me a week to think about this."

"Till morning."

"Five days," she said, pulling away slightly.

"Three days, Sarada."

She opened her mouth to respond, but merely nodded. There was a finality in his tone that she didn't want to confront.

"Three days, then. That also means you have three days to pull yourself together and prepare for anything he might say or do. Do you understand?"

"Yeah," he breathed. "I get it."

The heaviness he felt resolved and tension slowly left his body as Sarada held him. He leaned his forehead against hers, strangely relieved.

"Stay with me tonight," he whispered.

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#boruto x sarada #borusara #boruto naruto next generations #boruto uzumaki #sarada uchiha #sarada #boruto #borusara fanfic #kawaki #sasusaku #borusara fanfiction #borusara angst #borusara fluff #sasuke x sakura #uchiha sarada #uzumaki boruto

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BoruSara FanFiction

A/N : All my BoruSara FanFiction is AR, happening after the time skip.

Dawn - Set during the time skip - Boruto gradually realizing his feelings for Sarada

Lovers - Moments before the final battle between Boruto and Kawaki - Kawaki asks for Sarada's forgiveness. BoruSara #idiots in love

Vulnerability - BoruSara everyday intimacy

Hold On To Me - Boruto and Sarada comfort each other about all the terrrible things they've gone through

Echoes of the Past - Recreation of SasuSaku scene when Sasuke leaves the village. Sarada confronts Boruto about going after Kawaki.

Longing - angsty fluff!

Beginning of a Legend - Boruto being jealous of Kawaki and tragically unaware of Sarada's feelings

Lady Hokage's Approval -Inojin mocks Boruto about asking for Sarada's approval of the mission

I Missed You (Part 2) - Sarada comes into Boruto's bed in the middle of the night right after returning from a long mission

I Missed You (Part 1) - Boruto is grieving his father's death. He realizes how much he misses Sarada when she's away from him.

(both parts of "I Missed You" can be read as standalone)

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I Missed You (Part 2)

Sarada comes into Boruto's bed in the middle of the night after returning from a long mission 😏 #BoruSara

Hope you enjoy this one :-D Have you read I Missed You (Part 1)?

At some time during the night he woke up with a jolt, shaken by a dream he couldn't recall. He lay awake facing the wall, trembling as if in fever, almost paralyzed, when he felt someone's weight make a dip in the mattress. A cool, dry hand ran through his hair, moving it away from his face.

He looked at her over his shoulder as she touched his forehead. Sarada.

He didn't remember to ask her when she returned, how she entered the house, or why she came in the middle of the night, though she must have been to her house to take a shower and change, for she smelt of soap and was wearing her old home clothes.

He reached for her with his hand, touching her face tenderly, running his thumb over her cheekbone.

Every nerve in his body went alive when she leaned into his palm and kissed it, wrapping her hand around his wrist.

Her eyes were soft and steady, though she looked like she wanted to cry. She ran her hand through his hair again. The tip of her finger traced the line of his jaw and chin and to the very edge of his lips.

There was a terrible split in her lower lip, and he could only imagine how much it hurt. He tried to sit up, but she pushed him down gently, shaking her head.

"It's late," she whispered. "I just needed -" she gasped mid-sentence, for Boruto had switched her on her back, tangling them both in his blanket.

Instinctively, she spread her palm over his chest where his heart was. Resting his weight on his knees and elbows, he realized that she had let her guard down. Sarada Uchiha had let her guard down, for him.

She gazed up at him now, still and expectant. He smiled at her softly, leaning down to touch their foreheads together, making the tips of their noses brush as well.

She lifted herself slightly, seeking his mouth. Blood rushed through his body as he grazed her lips with his own, careful not to hurt her.

Sarada shivered beneath him, partly from the cold outside, and her body relaxed. She inhaled deeply, kissing him with more certainty, running the tip of tongue over his lower lip.

Her lips were cool and she tasted slightly of blood, but it was still her, her warmth and her arms, her voice that will wake him up in the morning.

Her hands slid under his shirt to touch the bare skin of his back, making his heart leap. He had missed her, more than he wanted to remember, with a dull ache in his chest and a desperation he couldn't explain.

And every movement of her lips, every touch and inhale became more urgent with every passing second.

All he could think about was that she was back, and she was with him, and she wasn't going to leave.

He kissed the line of her jaw and the spot just below her ear, taking time as he moved onto her neck. He loved the sound of her breathing, soft and hitched, quiet enough so that only he could hear it, even if they weren't alone.

When they pulled away at last, breathless and flushed, Boruto scooped her in his arms so that they were facing each other, hugging her close to his chest.

He ran his fingertips up and down her forearm, occasionally slipping his hand under her sleeve to rub her bare shoulder and collarbone, and down again to the inner side of her elbow.

One of her hands was protectively on his back, and the other was in his hair, cuddling him in a soothing motion, making him sleepy.

"Sarada?"

"Hm?"

"Don't go," he whispered, barely managing to keep his eyes open.

Her hand stilled. Boruto knew what she was going to say.

You know I must.

This wasn't the same as when they had been alone, free to spend the night together without answering anyone's questions, but there must have been something about his voice that made her move so that she could see him.

Her eyes, black and inquiring, searched his face. She sighed at last.

"I just came back from a mission, and I'm tired, so you must wake me up early, do you understand?" she asked in her familiar commanding tone.

He grinned lazily. "Yes, ma'am."

She leaned in, planting a tender kiss on his forehead. "I missed you," she whispered just before he drifted off. This time, without nightmares.

Masterlist

#borusara fanfic #borusara fluff #borusara angst #boruto #boruto naruto next generations #boruto x sarada #sarada #sarada uchiha #boruto uzumaki #borusara

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“Just in case you ever foolishly forget; I’m never not thinking of you.”

- Virginia Woolf, "Selected Diaries"

#quotes #literary quotes #Love quotes #Literature #virginia woolf

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I Missed You (Part 1)

(Me as a fangirl : Oh my goodness, I can't believe I'm doing this again! 😁)

Hello, everyone! I hope you're all doing well 😊 Here's another fic about BoruSara.

This is alternate reality, similarly as in Longing, they are both sixteen. WARNING : contains struggling with the death of a parent and possible triggers

Enjoy!

Standing on top of his father's stone face and watching his home from above, Boruto found a certain dark satisfaction in the fact that every single thing, from harsh weather and explosion-burnt trees to dead cats on the streets and his broken-down computer, seemed reluctant to embrace new life.

The village itself was recovering like a man whose broken bone has been melded but still hurt whenever he moved. The world was still grieving the great Seventh Hokage.

Not that Boruto didn't want better for the village, but deep in his heart he felt that change meant forgetting, and he couldn't bear the thought of his father falling into oblivion. It was too soon, and the wound was too fresh.

Even the spring had been windy, nuzzled with a cold sun that brought no hint of the upcoming summer.

Boruto went on missions and came home mechanically, ate the food without feeling its taste, went to bed and spent countless sleepless nights, waking up more tired than he had been in the evening.

He felt annoyed and apathetic at the same time, hated being with people and dreaded being left alone with his thoughts.

Some days he paid full attention to his mother and sister, trying to be their anchor now that father was gone, and other days avoided them like the plague, for even though he loved them endlessly, he had absolutely no idea how to help them, and their sorrow only added to his own.

The thought of Kawaki tortured him more than he wanted to admit. Anger mixed with hurt and worry, feeling of betrayal and the inexplicable feeling that if he just looked his brother in the eye, everything would finally make sense.

With Kawaki missing, there was only one person in the entire world he wanted to see, one person who understood everything he felt without him needing to explain it, and that wasn't the person who was approaching him now.

Sarada's step was calm and confident even the world was falling apart, but the steps he heard behind himself were irritating in their uncertainty.

"B-Boruto?"

He sighed. Class Rep.

"Hey," he said quietly, turning his head to look at her. "What's up?"

"Uh, well, nothing. I just wanted to see how you're doing. And to let you know that I'm here if you need someone to talk to."

He smiled faintly. "Thanks. I appreciate that."

They stared at each other awkwardly.

"Well, how are you doing?" she asked carefully, taking a small step toward him.

"I'm managing," he said a bit dryly, sick of being asked the same meaningless question over and over again.

She smiled, hesitant to sit next to him. "Right. Of course. Your family needs you now. And you're such a strong person, Boruto."

But I'm not, he thought with desperation. The strong one died. I am nothing compared to him. He thought then of Sarada and her unwavering strength, so similar to his dad's, and of that last night they spent together before she was sent on a mission.

The scent of her skin, so familiar, yet so different than everything he knew. Arms that held him from crumbling apart and the voice that led him out Hell. He wished he could hold her now.

"... and it's been a while, so," Sumire shrugged, making Boruto realize he missed a good deal of what she was saying.

"You helped me so much back then. But now, everything is changing so suddenly," she went on, speaking more quickly than he was used to hear from her.

"The village is changing. We're changing."

No, he wanted to say. You're wrong, you're wrong, you're -

"And poor Sarada. It's terrible what happened to her mom. I heard it did something to her Sharingan?"

Boruto inhaled deeply. He actually liked Sumire most of the time, but now everything that came out of her mouth sounded like pointless rambling.

"She awakened Mangekyo Sharingan," he confirmed.

"She's really strong," Class Rep said in a tone Boruto couldn't quite distinguish.

"But you're stronger. You're so much stronger than everyone and we're all counting on you, Boruto, but you know you can always lean on us."

"I am sick of it," he hissed, surprising them both.

"What d-do you mean?" she stuttered, taken aback by his sharpness of his voice.

He stood up, unable to listen to her anymore.

"B-Boruto!"

"Just leave me alone," he said harshly. "I don't want anyone to count on me for anything!" He turned and jumped down, leaving her there.

He spent the rest of the day training, trying to get himself tired enough to get through the night without nightmares.

Once home, he took a long, hot shower, made dinner, washed the dishes and locked himself in his room. Himawari had wanted to participate in making dinner, and he let her, but she kept talking on and on about what dad had and hadn't liked and Boruto felt sick to his stomach. He drifted off while he was playing the last game that came out before the Great Blast.

Masterlist

#boruto #boruto naruto next generations #depression #death #loss of parent #grief #sadness #sarada uchiha #sarada #boruto uzumaki #borusara #borusara fluff #sumire #boruto x sarada #desperation #boruto fanfiction #borusara angst #borusara fanfic

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Longing (BoruSara)

My first BoruSara fanfic, and my first published fanfiction in general (yay!)

OK, this is alternate reality, Boruto and Sarada are around sixteen. Leaf Village had been under a heavy attack.

Enjoy!

The silence was louder than every explosion in the past few days. Sarada was standing by the broken window in the Hokage's office, looking at what was left of her home. The sky was heavy with livid clouds. Hot wind was blowing from the Land of Stone, bringing reddish sand that mixed with the ashes.

The door to the office opened, and the sound of footsteps she knew better than her own filled the room. He stopped, watching her silently, maybe waiting for her to say something, knowing she wouldn't.

She knew he came looking for her and knew he was the only one who thought of finding her here, and that somehow made her feel easier.

He said nothing as he stood behind her, close enough that she could feel the warmth of his body against her back. Hesitantly, his hand found its way to her shoulder, squeezing it lightly. Sarada shivered, wishing momentarily to lean into him, to have his arms wrapped around her and to cry into his chest until this open wound closes up, just a little.

"You know, I keep waiting for someone to come and kick me out, because it's Hokage's office, but it's not going to happen, is it?"

Boruto stiffened involuntarily.

"Sarada -"

She closed her eyes for a moment. "I'm sorry. I told myself I wouldn't be like this. It's just -" she shook her head. "It makes me want to scream. Watching all this and remembering what it used to be like."

They stood in silence for a few minutes. She turned to look at him, but his gaze was glued to the village, his jaw clenched. She put her hand on his waist, the gesture felt more intimate than she intended it to be.

"We should go. There are things to be done."

Boruto sighed heavily, his muscles relaxed under her touch. He looked at her, eyes tired and vulnerable. She pursed her lips reassuringly, aching to wrap her arm around his back and snuggle into his chest. His hand was still on her shoulder.

In that brief moment shadowed with longing and sorrow and hope, always hope, it was them, just the two of them in the whole world.

"All right. Let's go then, make ourselves useful," he whispered at last, offering her a strained smile.

"Yeah," she whispered. "Let's."

Masterlist

#sarada uchiha #boruto uzumaki #borusara #borusara fluff #borusara angst #fluff #angst #fanfic #my wiritng #oneshot #boruto naruto next generations #fanfiction #boruto #sarada #boruto x sarada #alternate reality

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# obsessive reading

Here's to all of us bookworms 🥂

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"The point of stories is not that they are objectively true, but that the soul of the story is truer than reality. Those who mock fiction do so because they fear the truth."

- Cassandra Clare, "Chain of Gold"

#Quotes #Fiction #Cassandra clare #Cassandra clare quotes #cordelia carstairs #The last hours #tlh #Chain of gold

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"Nothing ever ends poetically, it ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful, it was just red."

- Kait Rokowski

#life quotes #quotes #poetry quotes #kait rokowski