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Only Friends—Part I

Description: Sarada Uchiha and Boruto Uzumaki struggle to communicate unsaid feelings in times of distress and early stages of teenage years.

“Sarada! Come hang out with me!” Himawari squealed, dragging Sarada out the hallway and up the stairs.

The Uchihas’ had come over to dine with the Uzumakis’ that evening. A habit they’ve all picked up for the past year every Saturday night.

“Hey! I thought we were all going to play a board game together?” Boruto called out, Kawaki nodding in agreement.

“Later! After dinner. I want girl time with Sarada.” Himawari replied, eagerness visibly bouncing in her tone.

“Alright, just be down in five minutes.” Hinata smiled as she beckoned Sakura to follow her into the kitchen, leaving Boruto and Kawaki lone wolves with nothing to do.

Before Boruto can say a word, kawaki started to put on his shoes, eyes swollen and tired.

Last night, he had come home with a mysterious bruise on his arm. No matter how many times the siblings urged him to explain himself, Kawaki kept his reservations.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Boruto huffed, exasperated. He could already feel the tension impending in the air. The common “none of your business” was sure to be spat.

“I’m going to get Taiyaki. You want some?” He answered in a surprisingly civilized manner.

“I’m good. Just be back in time for dinner.”

“Alright.” He nodded, making his way out the door.

“Oh, and if you see Dad,” Boruto started making his way up the stairs, “tell him to get his ass home for dinner.”

Bored out of his mind, Boruto walked towards his room in a vexed manner. Unintentionally, he caught a wisp of the girl’s conversation leaking out beneath the creak of his sister’s bedroom.

“I just…I want to see him smile again.”

That was Hima’s voice.

As if his body suddenly had a mind of its own, Boruto, leaned silently next to the door frame, careful not to let his shadow betray him.

“I know. He’s going through a lot right now.” Sarada’s voice soothed, he could imagine her rubbing Hima’s back, as she always did in times of dismal manner.

“But something you must always keep in mind,” she continued, “is that your brother is the most courageous and selfless person I know.”

Listening closely, he can hear Himawari’s small sniffles muffled against her arms. He had no ideas how much his pain was directed onto his younger sister. It was the last thing he wanted.

“And with selflessness, comes a price.” Sarada’s tone suddenly dropped to what was now throaty and perhaps, if listened carefully, shaky.

“With the kindness that overflows his heart, he thinks nothing of his well-being and only has the image of the people he truly treasures in time of immediate action.”

Boruto stiffened, biting his bottom lip anxiously.

“B-but, it costed him his heart.” Himawari sniffed, “literally. His heart was punctured.”

“I know, I know.” Sarada’s voice allayed.

A couple of moments of silence distilled in the air. Although he stood motionless, Boruto’s mind rang boisterously. Different voices buzzing through his fearful mind all at once.

He loved his little sister. He wished nothing but the best for her, to keep her out of danger and vulnerable in certain situations.

He knew it was out of his control to keep her from the sad truth of reality.

But hearing Sarada’s words…it drove a sharp pain of uncomfortable emotions to his chest.

Emotions of all sorts. Sadness, for making everyone worry. Irritation, for the turn of events life has given him. Anger, for what he’s become. Fear, of the future and the people around him. Gratitude, for her choice of words.

She knew him too well. He knew that. They’ve been together for too long. He loved her too, no matter how many times he’s tried to deny it or suppress it.

Selflessness comes with a price?

No, love comes with a price, more costly than anything else, guaranteed.

“Hima…don’t worry. Don’t worry at all, ok?” Sarada’s voice rang once more, with a sudden wave of hope.

“Hm?”

“I’ll protect him. He’s under my care. He doesn’t have to know that of course, but I’ll make sure that idiot doesn’t do anything impulsive.” Just listening to her, he could hear the warm smile in her tone.

“Thank you…Sarada.” Himawari’s gloom seems to lighten. Noise shifting in the room, he could guess they were in a warm embrace.

“Of course.” She chucked.

Feeling disoriented with thoughts, feelings and emotions, Boruto staggered away from Himawari’s bedroom door, walking with no sense of direction or control.

“Dinner’s ready kids!” Sakura’s voice rang from downstairs.

~***~

Kawaki came home late, but with a good reason. Well, two good reasons.

With Kawaki came both Naruto and Sauske.

Surprised and elated, the dinner table buzzed with three different conversations shooting back/to-back across the table.

The only one who ate in silence, was none other than Boruto.

Sarada, of course, caught on quickly, giving him a light tap on the foot from underneath the table. He gave her a quick glance, giving her a small smile to put her at ease, but she knew better than to trust his small smiles.

After everyone finished, the adults retreated to the patio with a couple of drinks, Himawari dragged Kawaki into the living room to set up their board game, and Sarada and Boruto were left to clean the dishes.

Silently gathering up dishes and dirty napkins, Sarada stared at her staid childhood friend.

Once a lively and outspoken boy, now stood a conservative and quiet teenager in his place.

“You heard us, didn’t you?” Sarada stared him down, giving him no choice of escape.

He looked at her apologetically, and somewhat amused. She was an excellent ninja if she was able to sense his presence from just outside the doorway.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.” He gave her a nervous smile, his eyes panicked.

They stared at each other, unknowing what to say. She leaned on the other end of the counter, distanced from him. Boruto sighed, wiping his hands on a rag, making sure the remaining dish soap was off his light tan skin. He walked towards her, braving himself to face her.

“Did you mean it…?” His voice weary.

“Huh?”

“You told my little sister that you would look after me?” His eyes lowered towards the ground.

“O-of course I did,” her face suddenly flustered, “Don’t think you can get rid of me that easily! I’m staying by your side and that’s that.” She huffed, crossing her arms in finality.

“I’m not, Sarada. You’re the most obstinate person I know. There’s nothing I can do to change your mind once it’s set on something.” His tone became flat, giving Sarada anxious tingles.

He cautiously grabbed a hold of her arms, staring into her widened eyes.

“But I was supposed to protect you…that was the promise I made whether you become Hokage or not!” His throat burning, on the verge of shameful tears. Nevertheless, he held it in, as he always did.

“Boruto Uzumaki,” her glare turned into eyes of anger, “do you think I ever want to see you on the TV news headlines stating ‘Hokage’s son on the verge of death after unfortunate accident’ !?”

He held his breath in, his grip on her arms tightened.

“Do you think, I ever want to rush into the hospital, arguing with my mother to let me in the surgery room to come see you!?”

Tears poured out of her eyes like a flowing river. Underneath his touch, Boruto could feel her shiver, as her face crumpled up in deep anguish.

“Sarada…” he took her glasses off carefully, both his hands cupped around her face, wiping her burning tears. She fell still under his warm touch.

“I-I was s-scared. I-I thought I’d n-n-never see you a-again.” She mumbled.

“Shhh,” he soothed, “I’m here now. It’s ok, look at me, I’m here ok?” He brushed a couple strands of loose hair behind her ear.

She nodded, holding tightly onto the side of his arms.

“Thank you, for being there for Himawari.” He gave her a true genuine smile.

“I love her, she’s like a little sister to me. I love your family Boruto. I love your mother, she always looked after me since we were kids. I love your Dad, he’s cares so much about the village, I’ve never seen anyone with such kindness. I love Kawaki too, he’s an asshole sometimes, but there’s good nature in him. And I love y— ”

She froze. Words itching to get out of her throat, but stayed stuck.

He stared at her with widened eyes. An uncomfortable wave of heat radiated from the two, enough to put them in a sweat.

With no warning, he leaned his head forward, moving dangerously close to her lips. His nose lightly brushed against hers. She leaned back a bit against the cold kitchen counter, feeling overwhelmed with shock.

A moment of hesitation struck, as he met her eyes for a sign of consent.

She closed her eyes in surrender. The press of his lips against hers sent spirals of shock throughout their bodies, giving them both a kick of adrenaline.

One kiss turned into multiple kisses, but none were rapid or messy. They took their time, despite the fear Boruto had in the back of his mind of Sauske coming up behind him at any moment.

Sarada’s hands clenched to the back of his shirt, to keep something tangible in her grasp, preventing her mind from tricking her that this warm, safe feeling was all some sort of dream.

It was real. It was really real. She could feel a fistful of his shirt clenched in her hands, the warmth radiating off his face and onto hers, his thumbs caressing her face tenderly.

It was only two minutes, breaking away from each other breathless and amazed. They stared at each other speechless, until Boruto came up with a witty remark.

“Geez, you’re face is red.”

“Shut up.”

She reconnected her lips to him, catching him by surprise, a muffled gasp that never escaped. She wrapped her arms around his neck, his arms wrapped around her waist.

Sarada leaned further against the counter, aching her lower back, but the kiss on her lips distracted her from the pain. The fast beating of his bismerched heart beat only delighted her more.

Suddenly the sound of something crashing onto the floor, startled the two, quickly ripping away from each other at once.

It was Himawari, board pieces rolled all across the floor.

Speechless, all three of them stared at one another. Boruto and Sarada were both u sure how to tackle the situation. Everything happened all so fast, what were they to say?

“U-um…I’m going to go water the cat. Ok bye!” She raced out the room, leaving the teens stranded in the awkward atmosphere.

“Crap.” Boruto and Sarada hissed in unison. Unsaid feelings and questions were still floating all over the place, all yet to be resolved.

To be continued…

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Only Friends—Part II

Weeks had gone by since the incident last occurred. Boruto couldn’t look at Sarada in the eye, even if he tried. Sarada just ended up avoiding him in general.

“Something strange is going on…” Mitsuki pondered, unaware of his current surroundings.

When it came to his teammates, he travels to the very core of his mind analyzing all aspects, behaviors, and remarks in order to figure them out.

Between the two of them, he should be named their official couple’s therapist.

“You sense it too, don’t you?” Cho-Cho Akamichi suddenly appeared next to him.

“Where did you come from!?” Mitsuki asked, amused. Just the person to talk to in this kind of situation.

“I saw you staggering down the street, I was worried. You looked drunk.” She smirked, a teasing flicker glistening in her eyes.

“I see…Just lost in thought, that’s all.” He beckoned her to follow him into Thunder Burger.

After taking their orders and seating themselves, Mitsuki went straight to the point.

“Boruto and Sarada. They’ve distanced themselves from each other.”

“Yeah—mhm. Oh my gosh this burger is so good.” Cho-Cho’s mouth was basically watering. It really seemed like she was in love with food more than she was with boys at times like this.

“Cho-Cho focus! You can eat afterwards. This is serious.” Mitsuki rubbed his temples wearily.

“Ok, ok,” she took one more bite at her burger, “You are totally right. Like, the other day when Sarada and I were shopping at Ichiban plaza, we spotted the two of you at a dango stand.”

“I know I saw.” Mitsuki interrupted, “Sorry, continue talking.”

Cho-Cho glared at him, taking a bite of her fry in spite. She hated to be interrupted.

“Right. Anywho, I was going to walk over and hi, but Sarada pulled me back looking all panicked.”

She took a long sip of cola before she started talking again.

“And? Then what happ—”

“She said she wanted to check out the make-up stand on the other side of the plaza.” Suddenly, Cho-Cho slammed her hands on the table, taking Mitsuki aback a little.

“Mitsuki..” her face mysteriously darkened.

“Y-yes?” He smiled nervously.

“DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH SARADA HATES MAKE-UP!!? WHY THE HELL WOULD SHE WANT TO SHOP FOR THAT NOW!? THAT IS NOT THE SARADA I KNOW!” Cho-Cho screeched.

Glaring eyes turning to stare at them. A four-year old started to cry. His mother flounced over to the counter. A Karen, definitely ready to file a complaint to the manager.

“Cho-Cho…” Mitsuki spoke softly, his eyes sincere. He grabbed both her hands, sitting her back down, “I know exactly how you feel. But this is a public restaurant and we need to use our inside voices.”

“Don’t tell me what to do!” Cho-Cho scowled. She munched on her burger, obviously flustered. Mitsuki just stared amused, unexpectedly he broke into an uncontrollable series of weird pitched laughter.

“S-stop! Ok, back to the conversation you cackling hyena.”

Regaining his composure, after a good long sip of his cola, Mitsuki’s serious nature returned.

“I would like to think they argued, but arguments happen all the time, and it’s usually resolved within 24 hours at max. It’s something more serious.” He glanced at the counter where the Karen was standing.

They don’t have a lot of time to chat. It was only a matter of time before the manager came over to their table to kick them out.

“I think I know what’s up. But it’s only a suspicion…” Cho-Cho licked the salt off her fingers as she finished the last few crumbs off her plate.

“I think…” Cho-Cho’s lips curled mischievously, “Boruto confessed.”

“He did not.”

“How do you know!?” Cho-Cho stared at him blankly.

“Because he would tell me. I know he would.” Mitsuki crossed his arms defiantly. “How do you know Sarada isn’t the one who confessed?”

“Because she would tell me!” Cho-cho gritted her teeth.

“U-um. Hi guys..?”

Mitsuki and Cho-Cho turned their heads to see both Boruto and Sarada standing next to each other, but still at a distance. Something was off, but they both seemed to mask it well.

“Oh hi you two! Come sit—” Cho-Cho motioned.

“Uh, no we should go,” Mitsuki motioned his head towards an angry looking manager.

“What happened?” Sarada stared amused.

“Cho-Cho happened,” Mitsuki sneered, “but you two are welcome to take our seats.”

“Uh, no I’m good. I was just looking for you Mitsuki.” Boruto said rather nonchalantly, although if listened closely, there was a hint of urgency in his voice.

“I was looking for you too Cho-Cho.” Sarada tugged on her arm, walking towards the exit.

“B-but—”

“Come on! Look a make-up store! Let goooo”

With that, the girls disappeared into the crowd ruching through the plaza.

Boruto’s eyes followed them until he could see them no more.

“Sarada and make-up? That’s…new?” He stated, crossing his arms rather awkwardly.

“Girls, am I right?” Mitsuki smiled whilst internally rolling his eyes all the way to the back of his head.

~***~

That night, Boruto tossed and turned in his sheets. His mind was restless, enduring the worst psychological nightmare that month.

Momoshiki had attached puppet strings to all his limbs. Doing so, he grabbed two katanas, racing throughout the village.

Suddenly, Momoshiki twisted the strings, spinning him uncontrollably until he became a lethal human shurikan.

Left and right, all he could hear were screams and swirling dark colors.

The screams had sounded so familiar too. Someone he knew, but he couldn’t put a finger on it. The same scream echoed and echoed in his ears until they burned with pain.

It was until Boruto leaped out of bed in a cold sweat, he was able to snap out of it.

Then, as if his body had a mind of its own, he grabbed his shoes and leaped out the window, only having one thing in mind.

Sarada.

Before he knew it, he landed on her balcony. The sun was still yet to rise within a few hours, the streets were ghost quiet.

Hesitantly, he lightly knocked on her door.

Almost instantly, the door slid open, revealing a sleep deprived Sarada. Her eyes, however, had suddenly woken with shock when they landed on his.

“Look, I know we’re in a weird situation right now, but I really want to put that on hold because I need you.” He spoke swiftly, his eyes flashed with a sign for help.

She nodded, dragging him inside, closing the door behind her. Cautiously she grabbed his wrist, and pulled him to bed, as she always did when he came to visit her.

“Talk to me.” She whispered. Her eyes already shaped into an anxious mold.

“I…um, u-uh, I-I-I-I” he spoke gibberish. His mind raced fearfully, obviously still on flight or fight mode.

Without a word, Sarada reached over and placed her hand over his neck. She could feel his pulse quicken underneath her fingers.

He was anxious, very anxious.

Her fingers rubbed the back of his neck, nurturing him back to tranquility.

“Talk to me when you’re ready.” She quietly intoned.

“It was a dream. A horrible dream. It felt real. I-I think you were there…” he suddenly blurted.

Sarada’s eyebrows knitted into a worried expression. She hated seeing him like this. She would do anything to take away his pain. Anything.

“I’m here now. I’m not going anywhere. That nightmare, it’s fake. Look,” she linked her fingers with his, “I’m real. I’m here. With you.” She smiled.

“I know…” he gave her small smile, “and you’re too important to me to lose.” His voice suddenly trailed off.

“Boruto…”

He lightly kissed her fingers, giving her a look she couldn’t recognize.

“Ever since I kissed you, held you tight, I’ve been having horrible nightmares that revolved around you.” He admitted.

“I think,” he continued, “to Momoshiki…you’re his target. The perfect target.” His tone throaty and defeated.

“But I’m his target, because he knows we can take him, together.” She added, cupping his face in her hands.

“Huh?”

“Don’t you see Boruto? We’re stronger together. Unbeatable even. Momoshiki sees that, heck everyone see that—he fears our strength.”

“How can you be so sure Sarada?”

“Because,” she smiled, “love overrules fear.”

“Love…?” He blinked.

She blushed, sitting up, startled with her words. She was so deep into the conversation she wasn’t careful with her choice of words.

But she meant it all, truly.

He sat up to look at her, curious and flushed himself.

What happened next was something Sarada was not prepared for. She was pulled onto his strong embrace. She could feel his face bury into her long, raven hair.

They sat like that for what felt like forever. Blissful, peaceful silence. Not once voice haunted his mind.

“I love you too, you know.” His voice muffled, but his words clear as day.

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Sarada: Even though we aren’t related by blood, he’s like a brother me!

Ikada: I see… *dives in the ocean to save Boruto*

A few years later—

Ikada: It’s nice to see you’re doing well Sarada, or should I say Lady Hokage? And I see you have Boruto working by your side! It’s a truly a treasure to have someone as close as a sibling working with you to make the world a better place. I know I would have wanted that if Siren was still alive.

Boruto: Sibling..?

Sarada: U-um—

Boruto: I’m her husband.

Ikada: Excuse me?

Sarada: *nervously starts to laugh*

Boruto: We had two children together and we have one on the way.

Ikada: EXCUSE ME!!?

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『 High school musical AU』

In which Sarada decides to sing with Boruto, the (problematic) star student of coach Sasuke.

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Prompt: Time of war in Konoha, many villagers have mixed feelings towards the Hokage’s son ever since his powers have gotten out of hand. Keeping a low profile from society’s overbearing hate, Boruto lives his life incognito with his newly wed wife Sarada.

Scars and Bruises

The streets had gone deadly silent. In some parts of the village, explosions of bombs and war weapons were going off non-stop. Every missile lunched, lit the night sky with such blinding brightness, and every canon fired rattled each household with warning.

Young Sarada Uchiha, a shinobi in her early twenties, stood silently in the kitchen chopping vegetables, waiting apprehensively for his arrival.

“He’s been gone for so long…” she wandered out loud to herself.

He better have not gotten himself into any trouble. So help me…

Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted when she felt a pair of strong arms wrap around her waist. She dropped her knife, as a feeling of ghastly shock crept up her back.

She must have been so deep within her thoughts she didn’t hear the front door open.

But the presence was all too familiar. She Instantly let herself relax, her heart at peace now that he finally made his way back to her.

“Missed me didn’t you?” He whispered, his breath tickling her reddened ear. She was left a bit flustered after his sudden embrace.

“Boruto, what did I tell you about sneaking up on me like that!?” Sarada snapped, trying to hide the smile threatening to curl at any moment.

“Hmmm…I don’t know. I miss you Sarada, the world is dark and cruel.” He nuzzled his nose behind her ear, in which caused a light blush to appear on her face. She reached from behind, gently rubbing the side of his neck. They stood like that for a while until she felt him flinch with pain.

“Boruto…let me see your face.” She tried unwinding herself from his grasp, but he held onto her, refusing to let her go.

“Boruto!” Her voice warned, she had no choice but to turn facing him, whilst still in the grasp of his arms.

To her sheer horror, her eyes landed on what seemed like a deeply carved bloody scar that slit right across his right eye all the way up towards his forehead. Not to mention the blood stains and scratches he probably had all over his back.

Sarada immediately reached up to touch his face with the upmost sense of nurture a person could possibly possess. Her eyes swelled with painful tears, he could feel her body slowly start to tremble in his arms.

“W-what the—”

“Shhh, it’s ok.” He reassured her, caressing her face in hopes of comfort. “I’m fine. Trust me-”

“N-no, you’re h-hurt! H-h-how..?” She choked, her heart anxiously pounding.

He pulled her closer to him, resting his forehead against hers. He remained silently sedate, as Sarada on the other hand, couldn’t seem to pull herself together.

“Breathe…I need you to breathe with me Sarada.” Boruto whispered softly. She nodded, and for the next few minutes, they stood in the middle of their kitchen taking slow inhales and exhales.

After a small moment of silence, he finally felt her pulse beat normally. Although it pained her, she looked up at his bruised face, taking it in her hands carefully, and kissed its bruises.

“Sit on the couch. I’ll go get the medical supplies.” Her tone still a bit brittle, never the less, he obeyed, finally releasing her from his strong grip.

Taking off his cape and his *forehead protecter, Boruto slumped down on the couch, rubbing his head in pain. The pain beforehand was absolutely excruciating, but it wasn’t as severe as it was when the wound was freshly cut.

*ninja head band a shinobi wears to represent their village and loyalty as a shinobi

“Try not to flinch, ok? I’ll try to make it quick.” She dabbed a small cotton ball with alcohol onto his wound. He grunted in response, but tried his best to remain still. Instead, he tried to distract himself from the pain by staring intently into her mysterious dark eyes.

She was so focused, dabbing specific medical ointments in certain bruised areas, cleaning blood off with a warm wash cloth. He couldn’t ask for a better partner. Sarada was irreplaceable.

“There. That should be good.” She said, covering a fraction of his face with a linen bandage wrap. He kissed her in response, but she pulled away quickly, searching his eyes for an answer.

“What were you thinking Boruto?” Her eyes still held the pain and sadness he had hoped to wash away a few seconds ago.

“I had no choice Sarada. I had to stand my ground, face him head on before he could leave my sight again.”

“You don’t mean—”

“Kawaki…yes, I’ve encountered him on my way back home to the village.” His voice stern, eyes glistening with a blazing fire that burned passionately towards his long lost brother.

“I see…and he, he did this to you?” Her voice quivered. He nodded his head, eyes lowering in defeat.

“I can’t believe him. I-I can’t.” Her expression turned to anger, “I keep telling myself, he’s still there. He��ll come back to us one day. But no, I refuse to believe that no more.”

“Sarada,” Boruto raised his eyebrows in shock. “This isn’t like you. You’re the last person I know who would ever give up hope on someone, especially Kawaki.”

“Well I’m done!” She nearly shouted, taking him aback. “No! I won’t anymore, n-not when he almost took you away from me!” Streams of burning tears poured uncontrollably down her face.

Boruto pulled her in his arms, pulling her close to him, rubbing his thumb against her lips. His chest burned with pain watching helplessly as his love poured tears of pain before him. He took her by surprise, pulling her in a deep kiss, in which she willingly obliged, grabbing a fistful of his shirt, kissing him back as if her life suddenly depended on it.

His kiss was his message to her. Each time his lips came in contact with hers, he sent her a message of gratitude, hope, security, and most of all his unconditional love.

She kissed his jawline, making her way back to his lips. It felt like hours and hours had gone by, in their small little world.

In the midst of the moment, she felt herself reminiscing back when they reunited after months of hiding from both the Kara clan, as well as the rising hatred the villager’s displayed towards Momoshiki’s walking vessel.

Her mission was to simply pass on a message to him and leave without notice. But the universe had other plans.

That night, he confessed to her, held her close to him after what felt like centuries. Whispering in her ear every ounce of feeling he had suppressed towards her ever since they were young teenagers.

Her response: she kissed him. Not a care in the world flew past her. She wanted him, all of him.

“One day,” he held her face in his hands, bidding her farewell that night, “we’ll make it official. I love you, Sarada Uchiha. Will you wait for me?”

She opened her eyes to the present, pulling away from him out of breath. His one blue eye glistened with content.

“I love you Boruto.” She whispered breathlessly, resting her weary body against him.

“I love you too,” his voice was hoarse, stroking the back of her head tenderly. “I wish, our parents could see us now…actually never mind, your father and mother would beat me to the pulp.”

She snickered, which ensued his own laughter shortly after. They were at peace in each others arm, laughing away, not a simple scar in the world to tear them apart.

~That’s all for now!

Stay weird folks :)

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