#konohakagure

[sameow7]

Greatest what if...

I would pay to watch Akatsuki version Naruto

[maudlxne]

⸻ 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧:

𝙻𝙴𝙶𝙰𝙻 𝙽𝙰𝙼𝙴: Hyūga Hinata 𝙽𝙸𝙲𝙺𝙽𝙰𝙼𝙴𝚂: Hina, Hime, Byakugan Princess, Legendary queen of gluttony 𝙳𝙰𝚃𝙴 𝙾𝙵 𝙱𝙸𝚁𝚃𝙷: December 27 𝙶𝙴𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁: Cis female 𝙿𝙻𝙰𝙲𝙴 𝙾𝙵 𝙱𝙸𝚁𝚃𝙷: Konohakagure 𝙲𝚄𝚁𝚁𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙻𝚈 𝙻𝙸𝚅𝙸𝙽𝙶: Konohakagure 𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙺𝙴𝙽 𝙻𝙰𝙽𝙶𝚄𝙰𝙶𝙴𝚂: Japanese and sign language ( not spoken but a known language ) 𝙴𝙳𝚄𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽: Graduated from the ninja academy, passed Chūnin exams. Actively persuing a degree in teaching. 𝙷𝙰𝙸𝚁 𝙲𝙾𝙻𝙾𝚁: Indigo ( even though I often draw it as dark purple leaning ) 𝙴𝚈𝙴 𝙲𝙾𝙻𝙾𝚁: White with a faint lavender tinge 𝙷𝙴𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃: 5'4"

⸻ 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧:

𝚂𝙸𝙱𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙶𝚂: Hyūga Hanabi ( living ), Hyūga Neji ( deceased in most verses. Brother figure ) 𝙿𝙰𝚁𝙴𝙽𝚃𝚂: Hyūga Hiashi, Unnamed mother 𝙲𝙷𝙸𝙻𝙳𝚁𝙴𝙽: None currently, verse dependent 𝙿𝙴𝚃𝚂: None but want's one

⸻ 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧:

𝚂𝙴𝚇𝚄𝙰𝙻 𝙾𝚁𝙸𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽: Demisexual & Romanitc 𝚁𝙴𝙻𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙿 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚂: Single

[irukasenseii]

⸻ 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧:

𝙻𝙴𝙶𝙰𝙻 𝙽𝙰𝙼𝙴: Umino Iruka 𝙽𝙸𝙲𝙺𝙽𝙰𝙼𝙴𝚂: Sensei. Ru. Ruka 𝙳𝙰𝚃𝙴 𝙾𝙵 𝙱𝙸𝚁𝚃𝙷: May 26th 𝙶𝙴𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁: Male 𝙿𝙻𝙰𝙲𝙴 𝙾𝙵 𝙱𝙸𝚁𝚃𝙷: Konohakagure 𝙲𝚄𝚁𝚁𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙻𝚈 𝙻𝙸𝚅𝙸𝙽𝙶: Konohakagure 𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙺𝙴𝙽 𝙻𝙰𝙽𝙶𝚄𝙰𝙶𝙴𝚂: wtv they speak in Naruto lmao. Sign language. Morse code 𝙴𝙳𝚄𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽: Graduated to Genin from the Academy. Passed Chunin Exam. Passed Teachers exam. 𝙷𝙰𝙸𝚁 𝙲𝙾𝙻𝙾𝚁: Brown 𝙴𝚈𝙴 𝙲𝙾𝙻𝙾𝚁: Dark brown, almost black 𝙷𝙴𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃: 5'8"

⸻ 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧:

𝚂𝙸𝙱𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙶𝚂: None 𝙿𝙰𝚁𝙴𝙽𝚃𝚂: KIA 𝙲𝙷𝙸𝙻𝙳𝚁𝙴𝙽: None biological. Considers Naruto as a son and will call his other students his kids at times 𝙿𝙴𝚃𝚂: None

⸻ 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧:

𝚂𝙴𝚇𝚄𝙰𝙻 𝙾𝚁𝙸𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽: homo/demisexual 𝚁𝙴𝙻𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙿 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚂: Single in main.

[setokaibapetty]

5 + 1 Fic Friday Roundup: Tripped into Power

Fics with characters who didn't exactly seek to rule, but instead were subject to an "accidental power acquisition".

The Accidental Warlord and His Pack (AO3) - "Jaskier arrives at Kaer Morhen knowing his family gave him up without a second thought, and absolutely sure that the dreaded Warlord of the North will value him even less than his own blood did. But the White Wolf and his pack are not what Jaskier expected...and if he's unreasonably lucky, Kaer Morhen might become far more of a home than Lettenhove ever was."

The Way of Conquest (AO3) - "All Din wanted to do was find the Child a sorcerer teacher, pick up a job or two, and follow his Creed. Three out of three is good, right? Right?"

Pirate King Laurence (AO3) - "It's bad luck to have a dragon aboard a ship, and this tiny black creature can't be natural at all. Slowed by a gale and bad-luck, the Reliant mutinies and puts Laurence and Temeraire alone on the Amitié. The journey back to England is difficult, and on the way Laurence accidentally finds himself leading a small fleet of fighting ships. As one does."

The War is Far From Over Now (AO3 / FF) - "Tony Stark was tired. But he had a planet to protect, even if everyone laughed at him whenever the prospect of alien invasions was brought up. He could count on one hand how many people he could trust, which was disheartening but then, what else was new? Or, Tony Stark, [Accidental] Overlord."

A Comcept of Loyalty (AO3) - "Shisui considered himself devoted, if not fully to his Clan’s agenda or the Sandaime’s manoeuvring then at least to upholding Konohakagure herself. ... He didn't abide by traitors and, above all, he valued loyalty." Set to private.

Bonus: Acronym (AO3) - "They made Tobirama the Senju Clan Head.

...omg they made Tobirama the Senju Clan Head."

[konohasmolderingenmbers]

With Great Power....

The Hokage's office looked as though it was a museum, Everything is antique, The old cherry wood desk, though buffed to a shine on top more the deep scaring what appeared to be Kunai, the faded scent of smoking tobacco hangs in the air. As the room not been aired out the time of The Eighth Hokage. Lord Shikamaru of the Nara clan?

Heaving a dee[ sigh walks behind the desk and throws open the windows, noticing the scuff marks on the frame the near engraved imprint of sandals on the window cell. He chuckles. The Guards of past Hokage most frequently prefer entering though the window.

He stands on something soft, shifting as he missteps on the furnishing, Seiko looks down to see. "Of course, Old Lady Tenth had Maru, her faithful Ninken. As any Inuzuka would." A bold, bright woman with staking amber eyes.

"Ah Itsuki-san, Have Hatake-sama relived of her duties." Seiko tied back his sleek inky black hair in a tight topknot, old fashioned yes, but practical.

Ashen grey eyes stare back at him from over the top of a clipboard. "I shall let Commander Lee know, Lord Eleventh" His wild watermelon locks cropped short into the regulation Chunin crop. Green leaf village flack jacket emblazoned with the Red swirl of the Uzumaki.

"Losing her grandmother must be a lot" comes a mumble. His pen starts scratching at the paper on his clipboard. "She's so young."

Seiko Straightens up, "A long life, dedicated to the village, is nothing to be sad about Itsuki-San, but yes hard none the less. I..."

He shakes his head, the hand in his Haori grasping a cracked pendant. "Understand how she must be feeling."

"Hmm, I heard of alone jonin sitting under the grand statue to Lord-Hatake's memory." Something of a smile tugs at Seiko's lips as his aid spoke of what had to be Hatake-sama.

"She's seeking council from, Kakashi himself. The great wolf of Konohakagure."

"Indeed, She's also joining team eleven today, lord and maybe"

"Hisae and Shiori, shall act how ever they so wish towards her..." he sets his jaw "She's not the only one to have lost....a dearly adored member of the family."

Silence falls between them.

"Lord Eleventh, today's the"

"His birthday......his..."

"Nineteenth,"

"Itsuki-san please-" he takes a shuddering breath "You may go."

With the familiar sound of a body flick, Seiko knows he's alone. And out from his Haori he pulls the pendant he's been squeezing.

From the Pendant to the crest mounted above the door.

Red over white, the fan of his family.

On May 14th Two things happened.

Uchiha Ryuji had been pronounced dead

and

Uchiha Seiko officially became the 11th Hokage of Konohakagure

[gurengan]

In Izumi's Akatsuki verse, she brutally murders Mitokado Homaru and Utatabe Koharu by using her Mangekyou Sharingan's abilities. The fact that Sarutobi Hiruzen passed away already fueling her rage even more, she wanted to make him suffer. The brutal murder of the two council members didn't go unnoticed and Izumi is forced to fight her way out of the village. Leaving a path of destruction with a high body count. Izumi's powers are demonstrated perfectly while the rage and pain in her heart takes over.

She promises to come back for Danzou and his organisation. She wants Konohakagure to burn.

Much more to be added how in this verse she turned on the village.

[theycallmebabycakes]

Two

a Naruto OC fanfiction

Sakura thought she knew everything about ninjas, but the arrival of a group calling themselves Zodiac Disciples surprises her. Worse, it seems like everyone but Sakura knows the one named Tsubame. What exactly is going on here? Sakura (and a few others of her generation) get some training from an unusual source - a woman and her siblings, none of whom belong to Konohakagure, but all of which will offer a hand to anyone in need. Strangely, the adults of Konohagakure seem unable to trust Tsubame and her siblings. Is it because they aren't sworn to a Hidden Village? Or is their past bloodier than Sakura realizes?

[historias-multorum]

⸻ 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧:

𝙻𝙴𝙶𝙰𝙻 𝙽𝙰𝙼𝙴: Hyūga Neji

𝙽𝙸𝙲𝙺𝙽𝙰𝙼𝙴𝚂: Ji-chan, Mr. Grump

𝙳𝙰𝚃𝙴 𝙾𝙵 𝙱𝙸𝚁𝚃𝙷: July 3rd

𝙶𝙴𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁: Cis male

𝙿𝙻𝙰𝙲𝙴 𝙾𝙵 𝙱𝙸𝚁𝚃𝙷: Konohakagure

𝙲𝚄𝚁𝚁𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙻𝚈 𝙻𝙸𝚅𝙸𝙽𝙶: Konohakagure

𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙺𝙴𝙽 𝙻𝙰𝙽𝙶𝚄𝙰𝙶𝙴𝚂: Japanese and English

𝙴𝙳𝚄𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽: Graduated from the ninja academy, passed Chūnin exams. passed the jounin exams

𝙷𝙰𝙸𝚁 𝙲𝙾𝙻𝙾𝚁: Burnett

𝙴𝚈𝙴 𝙲𝙾𝙻𝙾𝚁: White

𝙷𝙴𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃: 5'7ft

⸻ 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧:

𝚂𝙸𝙱𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙶𝚂: No siblings by blood but considers Hinata and Hanabi little sisters

𝙿𝙰𝚁𝙴𝙽𝚃𝚂: Hyūga Hizashi and unnamed mother

𝙲𝙷𝙸𝙻𝙳𝚁𝙴𝙽: None currently, verse dependent

𝙿𝙴𝚃𝚂: None but want's one

⸻ 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧:

𝚂𝙴𝚇𝚄𝙰𝙻 𝙾𝚁𝙸𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽: Demisexual/Demironatic

𝚁𝙴𝙻𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙿 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚂: Single

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[miruevm]

stop saying the fourth hokage sacrificed himself to save his village and start talking about how minato namikaze and kushina uzumaki saved their child: the heart of the village and everyone else considering you

[vextheelites]

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[forswornka]

[crystaltrinket]

how i love to see you smile - Naruto - Uchiha Sasuke/Hyuuga Hinata - drabble series for SasuHina Month 2022

Summary: Sasuke likes Hinata and she’s oblivious. Modern AU, High school.

[Rating: G | Prompt: Fernweh - homesick for a place you've never been to | Word Count: 500 | Warnings: None] @sasuhinamonth

Author's Note: A little late but that's okay. I hope you enjoy! This time it's from Hinata's POV.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6

Hinata opened a bookmarked page of the onsen waitlist book. The onsen was open to the public but they had a special, reservation-only Presidential Suite. Hiashi delegated the task of going through the waitlist and confirming their reservation to Hinata. 

Her eyes went down the list, passing by the faded green check marks with names next to them. The names were familiar to her since she started working at the onsen. She stopped at the next name on the list.

'Uchiha Mikoto-san?' Hinata read the subsequent names. 'Uchiha Fugaku, Uchiha Itachi, Uchiha...Sasuke.' 

Sasuke's name brought a smile to her face. They've known each other for as long as she could remember. She couldn't place just one specific memory in her mind that reminded her of him. He was everywhere. Every trinket in her room either came from him or it was bought together. The book where she presses her flowers came from him.

While her father discouraged her friendship with Sasuke, his mother fully encouraged their friendship to blossom. The small snacks she hid for her in Sasuke's lunch bag evolved into recipes scribbled on small pieces of paper to a full cookbook every holiday. Her duties as the business heiress made it difficult to spend time outside of the onsen-ji, but Mikoto found a way to send sweet treats for her birthday through Sasuke. 

Hinata checked the number listed with Sasuke's number on her phone. 'Ah, they're different. This must be Mikoto-san's number.' 

Using the office phone, Hinata dialed the number on the waitlist. 

"Hello?" A deeper voice answered. 

"Hello, is Uchiha Mikoto-san available?" 

"One moment." Hinata could hear someone call for Mikoto on the other line. 'This must be Sasuke's dad.' 

"This is Mikoto." Hinata smiled at the sound of her voice. 

"Mikoto-san, this is Hyuuga Hinata from the Konohakagure Onsen-ji, calling to confirm your Presidential Suite reservation.

"Oh, Hinata-chan! How are you?"

Hinata cradled the phone on her shoulder. "I'm fine, Mikoto-san. Thank you for asking."

"I'm glad to hear that. And yes, I want to confirm that reservation. Fugaku and I will be celebrating our anniversary as a family." 

Hinata placed a check mark next to Mikoto's name. "Sounds wonderful!" 

"One question, Hinata-chan." 

"Yes, Mikoto-san?" 

"Could you possibly join us on that day?"

Mikoto's question made her pause. Through Sasuke, she felt closer to his family than hers, even if she never spoke to Fugaku or Itachi. She wanted to say yes so, she could spend time with the family she considered her own. Hinata checked the date of the reservation. 

"Unfortunately, I have to say no. I will be working on that day." 

"I understand, Hinata-chan," she responded dejectedly. "Please visit us if you can." 

"I'll try my best, Mikoto-san. Have a good night." 

"You as well, my dear." 

Hinata waited until Mikoto ended the call to hang up the phone. Heaving a long sigh, Hinata closed her eyes and tried to keep her mind off the family she wished to be a part of. 

[midorisudachi]

"Although I am a descendant of the First Hokage, it's true that I don't know how to use Wood Release. And compared to him, who was able to use medical ninjutsu without even making seals, it's true that my own ninjutsu is nothing to brag about. And it's true that I'm a woman… but I'm definitely not a weak woman… What I inherited from my grandfather isn't just simple 'power'. My true strength comes from that which was passed down from the First to each generation afterward… Don't underestimate the Will of Fire!"

One of many reasons why I love Senju Tsunade. She is definitely a "bad ass" character. She sacrificed so much in the series, especially during the time when Pain showed up at Konohakagure. Plus, she loves sake...I love sake. Ha ha. Also, I have cosplayed Tsunade,. (Please check out my Instagram at www.instagram.com/midorisudachi to see my cosplay.)

Drawn with PandaFly micro-line pens. Coloured in with Copic Markers (even the orange-red background). HOWEVER, the flowers were coloured in with Ohuhu markers. They had good reviews on Amazon and were compared to Copics. They work wonderfully...not exactly like Copics, but pretty darned close (and a lot cheaper). White lines were done with a white gel pen.

Senju Tsunade/Naruto © Kishimoto Masashi

Fan Art © Jacqueline E. McNeese

[gaasaku-fanfests]

Bottle Episode

Title: Bottle Episode Author: mouseymightymarvellous Rating: Explicit Word Count: 3,026 words Summary: Bottle Episode: An episode of a tv series designed to cost as little money as possible, wherein [typically] only the regular cast [or part of the regular cast] is filmed at a single location. Bottle episodes are often slow paced and focused on characterization and relationships, freeing up budget for a big, bombastic episode laden with special effects and action. bottle (n): a container, typically made of glass or plastic and with a narrow neck, used for storing drinks or other liquids. bottle (v): place (drinks or other liquid) in bottles or jars. to bottle something up: repress or conceal feelings over a period of time. Trope: Hokage!Sakura

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Sakura shuts the door on a set of bone white grins with a decisive snap.

Konoha is the only diplomatic party left in Suna and Sakura recognizes Gaara’s favourite personal guards by sight (even if she—politely—wouldn’t ever admit to knowing their names), but even so, she refrains from sticking her tongue out at Sai when she leaves him at the entrance to coordinate her own personal guard. Appearances must be upheld, even if appearances involve the Hokage entering the Kazekage’s personal quarters holding a bottle of alcohol on the second to last night of the bi-yearly Kage Summit. The door shuts firmly, and Sakura pretends that she doesn’t hear the snickering on the other side. They can gossip all they like between the eight of them, as long as the gossip goes no further.

Or, well. Ino did leave the bottle of Sakura’s preferred local poison on the countertop of the kitchenette in Sakura’s favourite of Suna’s diplomatic suites. She likes the view from the bedroom windows in the morning, small as they are to keep out the sand. There is nothing quite like the sun breaking across the desert in all the world. The bottle was accompanied by a small card with a lipstick print in Ino’s preferred pink as the only signature. Sakura had definitely ignored the small foil packets Ino had also thoughtfully left next to the alcohol.

It’s not like that.

It’s just—

Well.

Even in Suna—the Summit concluded and the trade agreements signed and peace assured for a little bit longer—even now, Sakura cannot be free of the weight of the robes heavy on her shoulders.

“Sakura,” Gaara says, wiping his hands on a towel as he makes his way from his kitchen to greet her in the entryway.

It smells like cumin and baking bread and green things.

She’s spent the last week sitting both next to and across from him at various tables, each of them negotiating on behalf of their village and then negotiating together on behalf of peace. It’s almost strange to see him, now, in loose pants and a worn-looking tee with—inexplicably—the neckline cut out low enough that Sakura can see his collarbones.

“Sorry I’m late.” Sakura smiles at him, and doesn’t look at his hands or the soft hollow of his throat. “My last meeting at the hospital ran over with that new data on the flu your infectious disease unit has been tracking up north. There are some novel genetic markers—”

“Sakura,” Gaara interrupts, his answering smile a little wry and a little small, but still warm. “Unless someone is going to die overnight, I would like at least one evening to talk with you and not have it be about work. Is anyone dying?”

He throws the towel over a shoulder and walks up to her, gently turning Sakura with a palm to her waist.

Sakura moves with him, letting him have her back, and Gaara ease her out of her robe.

His fingers brush the back of her neck. They’re warm, and Sakura shivers.

“People are always dying,” Sakura retorts, sharper than she means to be.

Gaara carefully hangs her robe in the small hall closet, and bends down to pull her slippers out of the basket of house slippers he stores there. (Sakura knows he keeps them specifically for her because they are bright pink with cherries on them, and he’d been so pleased the first time she had come into his apartments to find them waiting for her. Sakura knows he keeps them specifically for her, and she has never known since the first time he shyly offered them to her what, exactly, to do about that.)

He’s kneeling as he carefully helps her slip on one, then the other.

Sakura does not put a hand on his shoulder or in his hair to steady herself; she’s a shinobi, she doesn’t need steadying.

Gaara does not drag his thumb along her instep.

Still, his eyes are green and growing like the plants that she knows will be overflowing his windowsills and tabletops and shelves.

Sakura looks away.

Gaara stands, warm at her side.

He’s not tall enough to loom over her, but Sakura feels delicate and sheltered as he fits himself around her space.

“Come, the food will be ready in a few minutes.”

Sakura follows him along the familiar walk to the kitchen.

They are just Sakura and Gaara, tonight, their titles left on the conference tables of the day, so the little kitchen table has been mostly cleared of what Sakura suspects—if he’s anything like her, which she knows he is, at least in this—is its usual pile of paperwork and briefs and books, leaving only a small, happily blooming succulent and a “thank you” card featuring a hand drawn smiling sun. The table is set with beautiful clay plates and bowls, and Sakura has spent enough time brokering trade deals to recognize Suna ceramics when she sees them.

Gaara returns to the small stovetop, and Sakura peaks into cabinets until she finds a small set of cups, appropriate for the mezcal.

“Here,” Sakura says, perching her hip against the counter at Gaara’s elbow and handing him a cup. “Cheers.”

With the hand not currently occupied stirring, Gaara accepts the cup, their fingers brushing.

“To food in good company,” Gaara offers.

“To no one dying tonight,” Sakura answers.

Their cups tap gently, and neither of them breaks eye contact as they both take a sip.

The alcohol is clear and shocking and bright on her tongue. and Sakura hums contentedly, letting her eyes flutter shut as she savours the warmth.

Like desert storms and the mid afternoon sun up above or lightning flashing down to kiss the sand.

When she opens her eyes, Gaara is still watching her.

Sakura reflexively wets her lips, her tongue catching the last kiss of alcohol there.

Gaara swallows heavily, and Sakura can’t help by watch the motion of his throat.

She feels hollowed out and filled, hungry and wanting and—

“Go sit,” he rasps out. “Food is ready.”

“Can I help with anything?” Sakura asks.

Gaara stops her with his palm ghosting along her side.

She doesn’t remember him turning away from the stove, but he’s facing her, now, and Sakura has to focus on keeping her weight balanced firmly on her heels.

“Sakura,” he chides, “you’re my guest. Go sit. I’m not going to throw you out because you aren’t being productive; I am happy to have you here.”

That catches in Sakura’s throat, and she is the one swallowing now.

She heads to the table, sits.

The food is delicious, and they speak about easy things between bites: Temari’s third pregnancy, Lee’s new genin team’s attempts to singlehandedly complete every D-rank mission in Konohakagure, the books they have read recently, the health of Gaara’s particular orchids, that time Ino got all of Team 10 arrested on suspicion of fermenting revolt when Ino was actually just flirting with the Daimyo’s youngest daughter. Gaara has taken up gardening and cooking in equal measure, and Sakura teases him gently about his eventual retirement and dotage as a little grandmother, her smile easy on her lips and around her fork.

The mezcal is also excellent, and Sakura pours with a heavy hand. It is not enough to erase everything they do not speak about, but it does mean Sakura’s shoulders relax inch by inch, until she can almost forget the weight she usually carries there. She is safe in Gaara’s space—she can hang her robes and her duties and her worries up in the small closet in the hall.

The mezcal and Sakura’s heavy hand also mean that Sakura does not move when she realizes that, at some point, their feet got tangled up under the small kitchen table they are eating at.

Gaara’s gaze on her is as clear and shocking and bright as the mezcal on her tongue, and Sakura wonders what he sees when he looks at her.

Her robe is hanging in his hall closet, but Sakura wears her inheritance on her forehead for all to see. The Konoha delegation will leave Suna in two days. There are eight guards standing watch on this suite of rooms. Sakura carries grief in the curve of her mouth, these days, as she has for years now, and she wonders sometimes in the early morning light if one day the strength she has carved into her bones will not be enough.

“Sakura.” Gaara touches the back of her hand. “Where did you go?”

“Why do you say my name like that?” Sakura demands.

She does not move her hand.

Neither does Gaara.

Gaara watches her for a long moment.

“I don’t—“ He falters for a breath, but steels his jaw, and Sakura is reminded that Gaara is not only growing things kept carefully in greenhouses and in kitchen windowsills, but also the desert storm brewing, the mid afternoon sun blazing overhead, the lightning strike kissing the dunes. He is wearing a t-shirt that he obviously stole from his brother, soft and worn, and, still, Sakura recognizes him as the boy who screamed whole nights for the demon that rode his soul, as a king crowned and bloodied. “I don’t want you to forget who you are, underneath it all. I don’t want you to forget that I see you, underneath it all. You’re my friend.”

Sakura flinches, and reflexively goes to pull her hand to her chest, standing fast enough that her chair topples behind her.

Gaara catches her by the wrist, his thumb flush to her pulse.

“Oh, Sakura, no. Please. Please don’t run. I know I can never keep you, but please don’t run.”

They have never fought and meant it. And Sakura is not one to overestimate her abilities. But she gave up diminishing herself a long time ago. They have never fought with the intention to permanently do harm, and yet they both know who would walk away in the end. (Sakura, equally, is crowned in legacy and blood. Her eyes, too, are green; she is a creature of fire and succession and devouring.) Gaara catches her by the wrist and knows full well he cannot hold her there.

HIs thumb flush to her pulse has Sakura rooted: glass and ozone where sand once danced or a barren lava flow.

“I don’t understand,” Sakura pleads.

Their dishes are mostly clear and the bottle of mezcal is more than half empty.

Gaara’s smile has always been a small and precious thing to tend, to watch grow; as particular as the orchids he loves and even more prone to withering away under the wrong conditions. Sakura has always wanted to pluck each one and press it into a book for safekeeping, all too wary that one day she might not have anything left to her of them but the memories.

Gaara’s fingers around her wrist are warm, and Sakura lets him tug her hand to his chest.

He’s even warmer there, her palm echoing with his heartbeat.

His shirt is as soft as she’s imagined, staring at him in the golden light of the kitchen.

“Sakura,” Gaara manages, helplessly, fond and sad and overflowing with so much they’ve never dared say. “You must know, after all these years. Surely, you must know.”

He bought her cherry covered slippers because he knew they would make her laugh when she was twenty-three and newly invested and feeling more alone than she had ever felt in her life.

Sakura digs her fingers into his shirt, and she thinks she can hear the crackle of the wire that is strung across the distance between their ribs.

Her palm to his heartbeat and his thumb to her pulse.

Gaara’s gaze is as clear and shocking and bright as the mezcal, and he tastes like it, too, when Sakura takes a step around the table so that she can kiss him.

Gaara tilts his head for her easily, her free hand going to his hair, his free hand finding the small of her back.

Sakura’s knee finds space on his chair next to his thigh, and then she’s in his lap and their chests are flush and she suddenly has two hands with which to rake her fingers through his hair, finding a spot behind his ear that makes Gaara hum in the back of his throat.

Gaara kisses her like rain in the desert, and Sakura—in the small part of her mind not currently devoted to cataloguing every inch of his body pressed against hers—wonders what he thinks will bloom in her.

And she is: blooming. She is clear eyed, every touch a shock of brightness lighting her up, the wire taught between their ribs snapped close and electrifying.

Sakura presses herself down into Gaara, and he gives way to her like mountains to glaciers.

The whole world is the two of them caught in the warm light of the kitchen, Sakura fingers tangled in the loose neck of Gaara’s shirt and Gaara’s palms steady against her back, the curve of her shoulder.

“Can I have you,” Gaara asks into the soft space between their mouths as they breathe, “for tonight?”

His eyelashes are painfully blond and Sakura wonders what they’ll feel like against the scars feathered along her stomach.

Sakura wishes she could promise him more than just this night, but her robe is hanging in the hall closet, and she cannot offer anything more: anything more is not hers to give.

“Tell me I can stay,” Sakura orders him.

“Stay,” Gaara begs her. “Let me make you food and grow you flowers and love you. Just stay.”

Sakura kisses him again, biting and clear eyed and resounding.

Gaara’s thumb presses to the pulse thundering in her throat.

“I’m not yours,” Sakura tells him, “I can’t be. But I wish I could belong to you.”

“Let me steal you for tonight,” Gaara begs her. “Let me steal you from Konoha for just one night.”

Sakura kisses him for that.

She would kiss him all night, so that she could make love to him in the dawn creeping through the windows, but they won’t have a morning. Not the two of them.

So, instead, Sakura pulls that stupid fucking shirt over his head, and lets it drop to the ground, drags her blunt nails down his chest, pauses with her palm to his stomach. Gaara gasps like she has gutted him, even has his hands scramble to pull her long skirt up around her waist.

He hisses through bared teeth when he slips his fingers between her thighs, and Sakura’s hips buck reflexively into his touches he presses on her clit through her embarrassingly damp underwear.

“Fuck. Sakura.”

“Yes,” Sakura agrees, “let’s do that.” And she stands so that she can wrench her dress over her head, the colourful caftan forgotten the moment it touches the floor.

Sakura stands in the golden light of Gaara’s kitchen in wearing nothing but her underwear and her desire.

She doesn’t have room to be self-conscious of the blush curving down her bare breasts, too occupied with watching Gaara watch her.

“Why,” Sakura demands, “are your pants so stupid?”

She doesn’t quite remember Gaara standing up, for all that the shock of his palms on her hips, urging her back towards the counter is ringing under her skin. She’s too busy to remember, because she is trying to figure out how his stupid fucking pants come off.

Gaara pulls at her damp scrap of underwear in response, and Sakura steps out of them as Gaara continues to walk her backwards, his hands on her ass boosting her up onto the countertop.

It is not remotely hygienic, but then Gaara is sucking bruises onto her breasts, and Sakura forgets to care.

“Fuck,” she spits out, giving up on his pants and instead slipping her hand down to pinch her own clit. “Fuck!”

Gaara’s hips flex, his cock bumping the back of her hand when he looks down. “Sakura. Fuck.”

“Get your stupid pants off, and yeah—”

He kisses her stupid mouth, kisses her stupid, and then bats her fingers away from her cunt.

Sakura whines against his cheekbone, and Gaara bites at the hinge of her jaw.

“I’ve got you,” he tells her, his lips to the soft skin under her ear. “Can I have you, Sakura?”

Sakura takes his cock in hand in response and tilts her hips so that he slips easily through her folds, head catching for a breathless second, slick and hot and shocking.

Gaara’s fingers press bruises into her hips.

“Sakura,” he chokes out, pleading.

Sakura shifts her grip and tilts the angle of her pelvis, and shivers and the stretch of opening to him.

Gaara holds himself completely still, his breath dammed behind his teeth, and Sakura slowly sinks her weight down, until their hips are flush and his cock is completely sheathed in her.

“Let me forget?” Sakura begs him.

Gaara isn’t a particularly large man, but he fits a hand to the small of her back and the other to her hip, shoulders curving around her, and she feels caught by the force of him.

“You’ll remember this,” Gaara promises her. “This is yours to keep.”

Tonight. The taste of his mouth. The warm kitchen light caught in the soft hollow of his throat, between his collarbones. The sweetness of his fingers on her clit as he fucks into her with purposeful strokes.

But not him.

Sakura kisses him again, and urges his hips faster with her hand to his ass.

Neither of them can keep the other.

So Sakura kisses Gaara like tomorrow is dead and there is only this breath and then the next.

Enough time, and glaciers can reshape the world. But they don’t have time for that. They have time only for this: lightning kissing the sand, and the glass left in the aftermath.

Sakura presses her forehead against Gaara’s, and lets herself believe in the blooming there, amidst all that green.

[justkazekageproblems]

Yeah, Konoha is cool, but have you ever been to Sunagakure? Honestly we’re better than Konohakagure and everything here scares me send help-

[shikastemari]

theoretical - b&s.

pairing boruto uzumaki x sarada uchiha

characters uzumaki family; uchiha family

request

word count 5,416

when it happens they’re 16 here

warnings none

a/n so, it has been a while since i posted anything, and i got a little carried away so here you go.

MASTERLIST

"Wow, Himawari, thanks. Very helpful."

A laugh coming from the next room followed his sentence. Boruto was sitting on the chair on his bedroom and the door which divided his room and Himawari's was open. He had a rubber ball on his hand, his mother had given it to him as a stress free, but basically he used to disturb Himawari throwing it on the wall.

Only that today, he was the one being bothered by her.

"Boruto, what do you want from me? I already told you what you should do. Let Sarada tell him." Her voice echoed from her bedroom and Boruto sighed.

"I can't do that, dattebasa! It doesn't feel right." He threw the ball again, catching when it came rapidly.

"She is his daughter, the chances he is going to kill her is way lower than getting murdered by him, honestly." She pointed out.

A low growl emitted from his throat. "So, is that what you would do? You would tell dad instead of Inojin?"

"We are not official..." Her voice died.

Boruto cleared his throat.

"Yet." Himawari hastily answered, but Boruto could feel her discomfort through the walls. "However, yes, I'd tell dad myself. Do you know he has a fucking bijuu inside him, right? When he is using Kurama's chakra, it seems he is literally on fire."

Boruto rolled his eyes at her, even though she couldn't see it. "No wonder why Inojin and you are not official." He threw the ball again, and it almost hit his favorite portrait of him and Sarada.

"Right. Do you also know that Uncle Sasuke can create a huge purple skeleton that could crash you in five seconds, maybe less?"

Himawari was always poking fun of him because of his relationship as he was always quick to retort, which generally tend to have them both at each other's throat more often than not. It was just a part of a natural dynamic. At the end of the day, Boruto always knew he could count on her to literally everything.

Apparently, except for giving useful advices.

Boruto frowned at the thought. "Himawari, I am shocked how convenient you are being in this situation. Like for real."

Her laugh was so loud, Boruto actually wondered if she wasn't at the door, looking at his face.

"Let Sarada tell him about your relationship." She suggested one more time, still panting from the laugh. Boruto could picture his sister wipping way her giggling tears.

"No, I want to do it. I feel like if I let her do it, I'd be breaking his trust and I need it bad, Hima. As a master and as my father-in-law." The last word had a weird taste in his mouth.

"It doesn't suppose to be this hard Boruto, it is not like you and Sarada had done anything more than kissing." Boruto raised one of his eyebrows, thinking about all the things him and Sarada have done and how Sasuke would cut him into tiny pieces with his Chidori if he knew about it. Automatically, he threw the ball on the wall and caught it right away.

"Boruto?" She asked again.

No answer, just the noise of the ball being pressed against their wall.

Her slim figure appeared on the door, her eyes wide open as she covered her mouth with shock. "HOLY SHIT, BORUTO. ALREADY?"

Not expecting the sudden apparition of his sister, Boruto missed the ball he had just thrown and it hit him right on the face, making him unbalance and falling out of his chair.

"SHUT UP HIMAWARI. IT IS NOT WHAT YOU ARE THINKING."

It is probably way worse, he thought to himself.

"I am so telling Inojin that." Himawari entered on the room, going direct for his bed and letting her body rest there, leaning against her brother's pillow. Boruto stood up, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.

Boruto sighed heavily, wondering how he ended up like this, asking his younger sister for dating advices. “I hate you.”

"Well, there is something else you can try to figure this out." She declared as Boruto's head jolted over to his little sister. "Talk to dad."

"The first thing dad would do was going to tell Sasuke about my relationship with Sarada." He squinted at his sister.

She grinned as she sat down at the bed, her head tilting as if challenging him somehow. "But he is the only person alive who had beaten Sasuke Uchiha before."

"You got a point." Boruto sighed. He wasn't normally the kind of person to go out of his way to ask his father for help. In fact, he couldn't remember the last time he actually did it. But something had to be done and he would accept everything that come his way.

"Come on, take your chance now that he is fixing the garden for mom." Himawari got up  and pulled Boruto towards the door with her.

The Uzumaki sibilings ran down the stairs, pacing when they heard a glass noise coming from the kitchen. Boruto and Himawari found their father wearing a jeans overalls, covered in dirty. He had a glass of water on his hand, resting his body against the sink.

"The hero Naruto Uzumaki, great hokage of the Konohakagure and a gardener on his spare time." Boruto muttered, earning a elbow on his ribs from his sister in response.

"Hey, don't mock him! He could beat you up with both hands tied up on his back." Himawari shot back, giving him a nasty glance, before turning to their dad. Such a daddy's little girl.

"Dad, Boruto needs help." Himawari shouted from the door kitchen, where both of them were placed. Boruto was still trying to figure out what would he tell his dad, so Himawari blurting out the truth like that didn't make anything easier.

Sarada would know exactly what to do. She was the sort of girl that could say one thing and magically turn your whole day around. Boruto wasn't like that. He had trouble to understand people well enough to have that sort of talent. Unfortunately, Sarada was probably sleeping after a  big mission they had just arrived that day, which meant Boruto had to deal with this by himself.

Naruto startled a bit, but his blue eyes stopped on a pair of eyes exactly like his.

"Hima!" Boruto hissed at her, putting both of his hands on his hips and Naruto had to contain a laugh. The boy could look like him, but when he was angry, he was definitely Hinata.

"What? Direct to the point."  She shrugged, going straight to the couch and laying there. Boruto could feel her the expectations emanating from her look.

"So... Dad. If Him-"

Himawari punched Boruto, making him fly a meter away from where he was originally standing. He didn't even know how could she move that fast in such a short period of time. Maybe she was the next in line to become Konoha's flash, just like their grandparent.

"DON'T DRAG MY NAME INTO THIS!" She yelled at him, going back to the couch.

"FINE, DATTEBASA!" Almost automatically, a scowl came to mark Boruto's features. "Okay. Dad. How would you like to know that one of your children is dating?"

"Who is dating?" The curiosity swarming though Naruto was obvious to anyone in the room.

"No one is dating." Boruto looked around, lying to his father. "It is theoretical." He quickly added.

"Hmm, I see." Naruto didn't buy it, but he was ready to play along. "Well, theoretically I would like them to tell me."

"What about the partner telling you?" Boruto clenched his fist and for the first time, he wondered why did he have to fall in love with someone with such complicated background. He totally blamed Sarada for her beauty and intelligence, or else, he wouldn't be in this situation if it wasn't for her.

"What? Like your girlfriend telling me?" Naruto questioned and Boruto's cheek colored a whole new color of red.

"Theoretical girlfriend." Boruto corrected hastily.

"Right, why would your theoretical girlfriend tell me you are dating her?"

Boruto gave out a frustrated growl. "I don't know, respect? Maybe you are her master and she needs you to keep trusting her."

"Maybe..." It took some time but Naruto finally understood what was going on with his son, spluttering in shock with Boruto's indirect confession. "Oh no. HELL NO. BORUTO PLEASE TELL ME YOU ARE NOT DATING SARADA."

"WHAT? I DIDN'T SAY ANYTHING. IT IS ALL THEORETICALLY." Boruto shouted, taking a step back as his father had just slapped him.

Naruto turned his look from Boruto to Himawari, who only nodded in response.

"HIMAWARI!" Boruto shouted over, his eyes widened in betrayal.

"What? I am not going to lie to dad." Himawari folded her arms, her eyebrows raised in a teasing arrogance.

"Boruto." Naruto called him out, clearing his throat right after, grinning widely as he shot a worried glance to his miniature in front of him. "Are you planning to tell Sasuke you are dating his daughter?"

"Yes, dad." His son acknowledged, still startle that his father had figured it out so easily.

"Like holding hands dating?" Naruto bit his lip in amusement as a faint blush overtook his son's cheek.

"Dad." Boruto's voice were now a protest this far.

"Like kissing??????" His father added, his eyebrows shot up.

Boruto groaned. "It doesn't matter what I do with Sarada!" At that point, there was a small chance Boruto would be forever red.

"Fine, why don't Sarada tell him? The chances of getting killed in this process are lower, 'ttebayo!" His father proposed, his brows furrowing.

"Thanks dad." Boruto frowned as the same time Himawari voiced 'I told you' from the couch. Her amused demeanour was almost tangible, Boruto just knew she had a shit-eating grin plastered on her face.

"Okay, let's breath and take a moment to analyze everything. First of all…" Naruto was now smiling big as if he had just absorbed the whole thing. "I AM SO HAPPY YOU AND SARADA-CHAN ARE DATING!"

"DAD! FOCUS!" Raising his voice for some sort of authority, Boruto facepalmed himself, already regretting Himawari's idea of telling their father, but deep down he was grateful for how truly happy he father seemed about the new news.

Naruto sat down on the kitchen table, his fingers intertwining over the table. "Right. Second of all, we need a plan."

"Wow, dad, you are a genius, are you serious I need a plan? I haven't realized i-" There was two things Boruto was sure in his life: one was death and the other was to stop talking whenever his father eyes became reddish or orangish, looking like a fox's or a frog's eye. "Sorry."

"When you are going to tell him, you have to tell him it wasn't something you had planned. It happened out of nowhere. You have to tell him how much you care for her." Naruto's smirk was the kind of that all Boruto wanted was to wipe it from his face and that only seemed to amuse him even more.

"Like voicing my feelings for his daughter out loud?" Boruto asked in disbelief, hoping his dad was now teasing him. He couldn't possible think he was going to tell Sasuke his actual feelings. He hadn't even told Sarada about them yet.

Naruto couldn't hide the whole entertainment behind his eyes even if he had tried. His son always talked big, but when it came down to his relationship, he wasn't as cocky as he pretended to be. "Only the fluff ones. Keep your dirty thought- oh my, my own kid. How did you grow up so fast?"

Boruto looked at the man, his eyes ablaze. "Naruto." He hissed in a low and threatening voice that would make even the bravest shinobi shake in his boots, but it was his father he was talking to.

"Fine, dattebayo. Don't Naruto me, young man. Oh, kami. I wish your mother was here. Why did I send her to a mission on this day?" His lips were tugged up by a small smile.

"You are not helping!" It seemed the minutes talking to his dad were quite possibly the slowest ones Boruto had experienced. The wait for an answer was so mind rumbing that he could swear his brain was leaking out his ears.

"Fine, important point: Sakura must be there." Naruto blurted out, his hand resting on his chin, thinking about the outcomes of that particular situation. It was one of the things he had become better since he became Hokage.

"What? What if Aunt Sakura doesn't approve?" Boruto threw his hands in the air, almost as defeat. He was pretty sure at that point that speaking to his father would be no help at all.

"Not gonna lie, son. There is a chance, you are my kid after all and Sakura knows me too well." Naruto's cheek flushed on how it might sounded to his children. "Because she is my best friend, so if it happens, make sure to remember her you are also Hinata's son."

"It is embarrassing enough to tell one parent. Imagine two." His cheeks burned red just thinking about the matter.

"Sakura is a medic nin, so she has to help you in case, well, you know." Naruto pointed out, Boruto couldn't argue his thought did make sense. "In the worst scenario, you can also use her as a shield. I am sure she will jump in front of you anyway."

"Okay." Boruto took a deep breath to gather courage to finally accept it. "I will do it. Do you know when Sasuke is coming to the village again?" He questioned his father, his tone completely confident.

"If I am not mistaken, next week. He had some reports to bring me." Naruto pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to remember correctly when his best friend would appear in the Village.

"Fine. I will make sure I finish my bucket list this week." Boruto retorted, his confidence vanishing as he remember why Sasuke was his father's right hand. It was because he was one of the strongest shinobi alive. Just that.

"Boruto?" Naruto called, making his son turn his face towards him. "Everything is going to be fine. Even if he doesn't react nicely, deep down he will like the news. I know that." His father's word calmed down him a bit.

"How can you be sure of that?" Boruto hated himself for showing weakness to his father, but it wasn't like he could help it. Although, all he saw in his eyes was pure love and that alone made him at ease.

"We've been through a lot, him and I. I know him very well at this point." Boruto missed out when his father moved until he was standing next to him. Naruto rested a hand on his son's shoulder, giving it a slight squeeze. It gave Boruto such a needed support and he didn't think he could even be more thankful for actually listened to Himawari. "You can do it."

Such a tiny phrase carried with so much tenderness.

"I can do it." Boruto echoed, taking a deep breath.

-

"I totally can't do it."

Boruto was standing in front of Sarada's house, gathering courage to knock on the door. His father had told him Sasuke was in the village and he had heard that today Sakura wouldn't be working, so the chances were both of them were at home. Boruto wasn't quite sure if Sarada was there, but a small part of him wanted her to be. After all, maybe he could use her as a shield instead her mother.

He took a deep breath and cursed himself a few times more, wishing he had glanced the mirror at least one more time just to make sure he looked at least somewhat presentable. The sweat pants and old band shirt he was wearing wasn't his most impressive outfil, but it should qualify as acceptable for dying on the hands of his father-in-law. At least he hoped it did.

"Keep yourself together, Boruto. You can do it, you can do it, you can do-" He whispered while knocking on the door, already feeling how sweaty his hands were, but it didn't take much until the door cracked open, revealing a pinkette with a gentle smile on her face.

"Aunt Sakura." Boruto greeted, his heart beating much faster due the antecipation.

"Boruto. What a nice surprise." She pulled the blond for a tight hug. "Are you here to see Sarada?" He stood there awkwardly for a second before forcing himself to speak.

"Actually, no. Is Sasuke there?" He questioned, umconfortable, but it seemed it went unnoticed to his mother-in-law eyes.

"Yes, in the kitchen." She simply answered back, not finding anything strange on his request. After all, Boruto was still Sasuke's pupil.

The number of steps he had to take until he finally reached the kitchen seemed infinite. He was already so used to make that same path, together with Sarada, but without her, it was way harder.

His master was sitting on the table, taking a cup of tea.

Boruto did everything is his power not to laugh at the sight. He always wondered what people would think if he told them that their heros were actually normal people, who fixed gardens on their free time and drink tea in tiny cups.

Closing his eyes to concentrate, he cleared his throat. "Sasuke."

"Boruto." The way his master drew out his name made his heart start beating faster in nervousness and twist painfully all at once in his chest. "It is still early for our training."

"I know, it is just.." He trailed off, staring at the floor as he felt his face start to burn. "I need to tell you something."

"Then, speak." Sasuke replied, his eyes still on the hot cup in front of him.

Sakura entered the room a moment after and Boruto let out a relief sigh. The boy trained in front of the mirror a thousand times, repassing everything on his mind, unable to make a single mistake on his words.

But seeing both of his in-law in front of him just made him forget how to speak properly.

"Well, just so you know, it happened out of nowhere." He began.

"What? Were you attacked?" The most shock Sasuke could show was a slightly lift of one eyebrow.

Boruto decided to go another way. "What? No. First of all, I would like to say I have a huge appreciation for everything you have done for me during all this time and so you know, I would never do anything to break your trust."

"Why does it feels like you are cheating on me?" Sasuke deadpanned.

Oh boy. This wasn't going well.

"No, Sasuke! That's not it." Boruto cringed at his own words. That was probably weird. Sarada was never going to let him live this down when she heard about it. Then Sarada would tell Shikadai and Chocho and they would tease him about it for years to come. He started to consider wheter it would make the situation worse if he fled to Sarada's room when Sakura gave him a small smile, giving him a bit of strength to keep going. "Well, if, theoretically, something happened to Sarada, you would appreciate me telling you, right?"

Sasuke nodded, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "I thought that was an obvious thing."

Boruto looked around the room before answering. "Right. Even if, theoretically, it was a relationship?"

Dead silence.

"Boruto, if you don't cut straight to the point I will use my sharingan to roam over your mind. Not theoretically speaking." Sasuke's anger bubble over in a flash, pointing down at his pupil.

So, the next thing Boruto knew, he was talking so fast that even he wasn't sure about was going out of his mouth. "Iaminlovewithyourdaughterandshelikesmetoo." Sarada will be the death of me, he wanted to verbalize, his whole face flushing an intense red.

Sakura was the first one to absorb the news. She literally went from stunned silence to quick-fire questions, brows furrowing in shock and disbelief. Sasuke just kept staring at Boruto like a horn had suddenly appeared on his forehead.

"Sorry, can you repeat it, but with pauses?" Sasuke narrowed his eyes halfheartedly, shaking his head with his eyes closed.

"I am sorry, it just happened! I don't know if you can understand because she is your daughter but there is no way to fight this feeling. She is just too amazing and wonderful, you know? Of course you know, you made her. But what I am trying to say is- there is purple chakra leaking from your body."

"Boruto." Sasuke's tone was low and husky and it startled Boruto more than anything he had heard before.

"Sasuke-kun, don't you dare use Susanoo and destroy our house because I will break every bone in your body, fix it, and then break them all over again!" Sakura's clipped voice cut through the air like a kunai and, satisfying, it had the intended effect in making her husband stop moving, as she placed herself in front of him.

"Sakura, get out of the way." He argued, but he also did nothing to move her. Boruto knew way too well his master's power and the fact that Sakura could stop him from doing whatever it was on his mind made him find a new admiration for her.

"Sorry, babe. This time I am in charge." She assured, turning to face Boruto with both of her hands on her hips, narrowing her eyes at him.

Boruto swallowed hard and opened his mouth to explain that yes, he was Naruto's son but he was also Hinata's when two arms held him.

"OH MY, YOU AND SARADA-CHAN I AM SO HAPPY FOR YOU TWO!" Sakura beamed, holding him so tight Boruto thought he was going to die of suffocation. On his dying scenarios at the Uchiha compound, Sakura hugging him happily to death wasn't one of them.

"Aunt Saku-" Boruto called out for her, breathless. "I can't breathe."

"Oh sorry." She loosened up, but kept a arm around him as she heard her husband scoff behind her.

Boruto was still blinking in surprise as he tried to comprehend the rush of the words that came out of Sakura's mouth. Did she actually support their relationship this much? He almost didn't believe it.

"So you are going to let him fool around with our baby girl?" Sasuke's words brought Boruto out of his train of thought and his eyes widened at his master.

"She is sixteen, honey. She is not a baby anymore." Sakura protested, folding her arms across her chest, still between Sasuke and Boruto.

"Hmpf, speak for yourself, Sakura. She is not at the age to date." Never in Boruto's life he had seen the voice of his master actually fade or even crack at one word, but he was sure the word date almost didn't leave his lips.

"Sasuke-kun, only because you were being a rebel on this age, it doesn't mean your daughter can't be a normal teenager and have a boyfriend." Sakura rolled her eyes at him, but deep down, she almost wasn't able to hide the amusement. She had seen Sasuke all doting father and stuff, and that was the reason why she always thought about this very particular moment. The moment that he would find out that his little girl wasn't that little anymore.

"Does she feel the same way?" Sasuke's question seemed more a demand, as he completely ignored his wife's statement. The remark caught Boruto off-guard, especially since he wasn't sure whether it was meant as a slight or a death threat. Sasuke's vague eyes could be an indication of both, he was largely affected by the prospect of his daughter in a relationship.

Boruto hesitated a little, not sure about what he would want to hear. Did he think Boruto would go through all this if Sarada hadn't said she loved him back? "Hmm, yeah?"

"Are you asking me?" Sasuke fumed, passing one hand through his hair and breathing deeply.

"I mean, I hope that she does, or I am getting myself killed for nothing." Boruto cursed himself mentally for ditching his mind filter. The damn thing seemed not be working.

Sasuke sighed in defeat. He didn't know how his smart daughter managed to fall in love with someone such as Boruto, but taken aback, how could him blame her? Uzumaki people were just nice people to have around, as himself was aware of that. Although, it never crossed his mind his daughter and Naruto's son would actually be together together.

Just the thought of it made him shiver.

"When did it happen?" He asked, finally.

"I don't even know how to answer this one. It was always there. As I said before, she is too amazing, Sasuke. Not only she's an unbelievable kunoichi, but she is also so strong mentally and her heart... It is just so big. It kind makes me want to protect her, dattebasa. All I want is to protect her." He breathed out, nervously.

Sasuke's eyes softened a little and Boruto gave himself a mental pat on the back for managing to say the rights things. Well, the person who actually deserved the pat was his father, since was his advice to begin with, but he was happy to be alive at that point.

A beat as Sasuke pondered his words. Then he shrugged. "I guess I would happen eventually, and better you than any unknown bastard that I can't make suffer on our trainings."

"Hm, what?" Boruto questioned back, almost afraid to hear again the words suffer and trainings on the same sentence, but the next words that came from Sasuke's mouth made his heart stop beating.

"You two have my blessing."

Boruto was sure that he was staring at his master with his jaw dropped to the ground. Was that it? Of course, if Sakura wasn't there, it'd have been way worst, and maybe he'd have been punched or worst. But he survived.

Thank Naruto, his father plan actually worked.

Boruto was so wrapped around his own thought, he actually forgot about leaving. Only when he was about to exit, he noticed Sasuke was putting on his cloth, his feet going straight to the door.

"Honey, where are you going?" Sakura placed both of her hands on her hips, and Boruto wondered if him and Sarada got married, would she be that scary?

Sasuke didn't even look back at her direction, not that Boruto actually blamed him. Aunt Sakura was just terrifying when she was mad. "I need to pay a visit to a old friend."

"Sasuke-kun, please, don't destroy another valley with Naruto again. I am letting you two bleed to death this time." She asserted, crossing her arms across her chest one time more. Sasuke just took a deep breath, walked toward her and kissed her forehead, tinting her cheeks red.

Boruto didn't understand a single word of what she said, but he didn't argue either. He was feeling luckier enough.

"Boruto?" Sasuke called out.

"Yes?"

"Don't you dare break her heart, or I will hunt you down to the end of the Earth."

For some reason Boruto didn't understand, the threaten didn't give him the will to run away. Maybe because he knew it would never happen. There was not a single chance Boruto would break Sarada's heart, and if someday he actually did it, he would gladly accept any punishment his master and father-in-law had for him. "I won't. It is a promise."

"Good. Uzumaki have the tendency to not break them, better keep that up." Then, he left.

But Sakura could swear there was a shadow of a smile on his lips when he did.

 -

"He. Fucking. Did. It." Sarada slid against her door, sitting on the floor and letting out a sigh in relief she had been holding for so long. "And papa didn't kill him. I can believe it actually happened." She put both of her hands on her mouth to muffle her shocked giggle. Since the very beginning when she heard Boruto's voice, she couldn't believe he would actually tell him.

Damn it, Shikadai you idiot. She shook her head, already going straight to her safe to gather the money to pay him. At least now she knew, never in her lifetime she would bet against Boruto. He was always unpredictable but one thing she could always count on: he would do whatever it took to keep their relationship going.

With that thought, she left her room, eager to hug the hell out of her boyfriend.

 -

"Papa?"

After Boruto left to Sarada's that morning, Himawari decided she was going to help her father to finish the garden he had been working on for a week. Honestly, the girl thought it was a waste of his days-off, but Naruto didn't seem to mind.

"What?” He was burying the last tulip's seeds on the soil, concentrated.

"I have something to tell you." She stated, watering the space he had just finished. Soon he got up and looked to the ground, expectation sparkling on his eyes even though it was all earth. The girl stood by his side, glancing sideways over him.

"You can tell me anything, Himawari." He finally said, peered down at his wife miniature.

"Actually, I have a few questions first.” She started to go inside the house and Naruto followed her, intrigued. Nothing in the world would have prepared him for the next questions that came out of her mouth, especially because he didn't understand the point. "Do you consider Uncle Sai a strong shinobi?"

"What kind of question is that?" Naruto scoffed, already opening the refrigerator to pour him a glass of cold water and offering another one to his daughter.

Himawari accepted, taking a sip before encouraging him to  continue. "Just answer it."

"Of course I do." He responded with a shrug of his shoulders.

"Does he know any seal jutsu that could hold you?"

"Beg your pardon? Are you trying to seal me?" Naruto looked on worriedly as he moved around to the other side of the table, where his daughter was leaning on, completely confused.

"No, dad. Just answer!" Himawari laughed and threw the tiny rest of her water on his face. There was almost nothing on the glass except for a few drops but he still grimaced when it touched his skin.

He nodded, as he wipped the liquid from his face. "Yes, he has a strong jutsu capable of holding me back, for sure."

"And Aunt Ino, does she know anything about medic ninjutsu?" She was now looking down to the glass at her hand, her finger making circle around the border.

"Yeah, she used to be Tsunade's apprentice like Sakura-chan, although she is not as good as her." There was a bit of proud on his tone, and she knew it because he was always happy for his best friend. They must have had a hell of a crazy teenage years, she thought to herself.

"Hm, okay. I am satisfied with your answers." She stood up, straight, and the sudden action remembered Naruto of himself when he was at an important meetings and had to drop some random news at the others.

"Hima, I am not followin-"

"I am dating Inojin." She cut him off, her heart pounding like crazy inside her chest, waiting for her father outburst. Somehow, it didn't come and Himawari didn't discard the option that maybe it was even worst.

"Honey, kids, I am hom- Naruto, why are you using Kurama's chakra in our kitchen and why are you holding that kunai?" Hinata paused for a second before realization hit her. "Oh no, you told him, didn't you? Naruto, you can't kill your daughter's first boyfriend."

"I am just paying a visit to a old friend. Me and Sai need to talk." He said, already storming out to the door, as Himawari facepalmed herself.

"Naruto!" Hinata screamed one more time.

"Don't worry, mom. I just followed his plan, it is going to work." Himawari sighed. "Well, theoretically."

Hinata didn't understand what her daughter meant by that but one thing she was sure. If their kid decided to listen to their father crazy plans, they would be doomed, nor theoretically speaking.