#tsuna is he decided to accept tsuna as his apprentice so he finally gets it

[keirientez]

Pokemon trainer AU, Reborn is the champion meanwhile Tsuna is his apprentice. Tsuna’s design belongs to my friend @Cloud_Knee (Twt or X)

[kuriquinn]

Bad Habits and Adventures in Babysitting (Fic Prompt/Request)

Anonymous said:

For the Friday fic requests: Sarada has to learn the chakra-enhanced strength from someone other than Sakura, since she seems surprised by it. Maybe she learned it from Tsunade? Or just Sarada and Tsunade hanging out.

Title: Bad Habits and Adventures in Babysitting

Rating: T (for language)

Pairing: None (hints SasuSaku)

Author’s Note: A big thank you to michellechaerae21 for beta-reading this for me.

Blanket Fic Disclaimer:

The backyard of the Uchiha house is littered with toys, books and blocks. In the middle of the mess, a tiny dark-haired girl clutches a handful of cards in her hands. She considers them, then the two rows of similar ones in front of her, a scowl of concentration that Tsunade has seen before.

She can’t decide if Sarada looks more like Sasuke or Sakura right now.

The tiny girl seems to decide something and picks one of her cards out, then shows it to Tsundate – who promptly groans, because it’s the requisite card to complete the final suit, and it’s the third straight game of hanafuda that Sarada has won.

Tsunade frowns at her. “Are you sure you aren’t cheating?”

Sarada’s cheeks puff out in annoyance, and Tsunade snorts.

“Oh, I’m sorry, did I offend your delicate sensibilities?” she asks dryly, digging into her money-purse for the agreed-upon reward and handing over a few bills.

She’s not so heartless a gambler that she would take money from a toddler, but she’s wondering if she should reconsider that. Or at the very least, ask Sakura if she can bring Sarada with her on her next trip to Tanzaku Town.

Probably not a good idea. She’s going to have a fit already when she finds out I taught her daughter to gamble.

Granted, it’s barely gambling but that argument will be lost on her apprentice, who internalised far more of Shizune’s morals than Tsunade’s vices.

Sakura and Sasuke are out today, attending a private meeting with Naruto and the Kage from all the hidden villages. As the heroes of the Fourth Shinobi War, the former Team 7 are often asked to these summits as a matter of formality. It’s rare that any of them can attend, let alone all three together.

Tsunade was asked to attend as well, out of respect to her former office, but she’s more than happy to say no.

(She is so relieved to be finished with that job.)

Sarada gravely accepts Tsunade’s proffered bills, counts them with a business-like expression, and then carefully folds them into the tiny pocket of her red cardigan.

(Honestly, where does Sakura get off dressing Sarada like a doll? It’s entirely too adorable and does not make it easy to say ‘no’ to the child.)

“And what are you going to do with your newfound wealth?” Tsunade asks, amused.

“Present for Mama and Papa,” the tot tells her unabashedly.

Her devotion to her parents has been evident from the moment Tsunade first met her, a tiny pink infant that cried whenever anyone but her father or mother held her. It’s easy to understand that connection to Sakura, of course, but for Sasuke, Tsunade still has a hard time seeing him as a father.

Even Naruto gives off more of a father-vibe than the older Uchiha.

Tsunade never had time to get to know Sasuke as a child, and so her faith in him never extended as far as his former genin squad’s did. After the shit he pulled as a teenager, not least of all the threat to kill her, she finds it hard to trust him.

No matter how many journeys of redemption he goes on.

It’s not just his personality—in her opinion, anyone taught by Orochimaru has to be a special kind of messed up. The only reason she never crushed the sullen-faced brat back then was because he meant too much to Sakura and Naruto.

These days, she refrains from that sort of behaviour because she’s besotted with his daughter.

Tsunade has vowed (to herself and to Sasuke’s face) to reduce the man to paste if he ever hurts either of his girls ever again.

(Sasuke has, in turn, vowed to let her, which has her grudgingly acknowledging that there might be some hope for him.)

It’s one reason she finds as many excuses as possible to babysit Sarada, a duty she’s almost come to blows with Mebuki Haruno over. (That woman takes her grandmother responsibilities scary seriously.) The other reason is, of course, that Tsunade will never have children or grandchildren of her own. Sarada, in many ways, represents one of the few legacies she’ll leave.

(There’s Naruto, of course, but that’s a different kind of legacy and it’s not belonging to her only. She still smiles whenever she sees him, seeing Nawaki and Dan in his spirit. She eagerly awaits the day he becomes Hokage.)

Today Mebuki and Kizashi are out of town on some sort of couples holiday, which left Tsunade to greedily volunteer to watch the littlest Uchiha. They spent the morning playing every game and reading every book Sarada owned, and somehow Tsunade found herself teaching the kid to play cards.

“Gramma Tsuna?” Sarada pipes up, startling her back to the present. She glances over to see the toddler holding up a fistful of cards again, hopeful. “Again?”

“All right,” she says, grinning. “But this time, you will be putting down a wager too, so I can make back some of the money.”

“No you won’t,” Sarada singsongs.

“Oh, yes, I will you little–” Tsunade reaches into her money-purse again, ready to extract some more money and freezes.

There is nothing there.

She stares desperately into the voluminous pouch, feeling into the corners for any sign she has something left.

Damn it! That was supposed to be spent on dinner! I didn’t know I was that broke! How did I already lose so much?

How does she get into these situations?

Tsunade’s eye twitches, and before she can stop herself she punches the ground in minor frustration. There’s hardly any real effort behind it, but after a loud crack a giant fissure suddenly splits through the yard, turning up dirt and rocks as it goes. The chasm stops only after it has destroyed a chunk of the tiny vegetable garden in the corner.

Forget the gambling. Sakura’s going to destroy me for ruining her yard and traumatising her child!

Tsunade glances back at Sarada, ready to comfort her and assure her that nothing’s wrong. Instead of crying, however, or looking in the least bit scared, Sarada stares at her with her mouth wide.

“You’re like Mama,” she says, her tone low and reverent, and Tsunade has a suspicion she’s been paid the greatest compliment a three-year-old girl can muster.

“Just a little,” Tsunade grins, not bothering to correct the tiny child.

Sarada continues to look amazed, then shakes it off, looks at her own tiny hands with a frown and nods to herself. Before Tsunade’s bemused face, she balls up her fist and hits the ground beside her as well.

To Tsunade’s shock, several tiny cracks radiate outwards—creating a spider web of fissures about the size of dinner plate.

“Well, fuck me,” she mutters, staring at the indentation in the earth.

If this kid can manage just that at the age of three, I can’t even imagine what she’ll be like as a genin. Sakura and Sasuke are in for it…

“That’s a bad word,” Sarada informs her dutifully, and looking a little put-out that her display didn’t earn some type of praise.

I guarantee you, kid, both your parents have said worse…but it still doesn’t mean I want them knowing about it!

“Tell you what. You don’t tell your Mama that you heard me say that, and I’ll show you how to make a bigger hole in the ground with your fist.”

Sarada’s eyes light up. “Promise?”

“Yeah,” Tsunade says. “But…there are rules. We only ever do this outside because we don’t want to break anything.”

Sarada nods thoughtfully, accepting this as logical.

“And…we will keep it a secret between you and me,” Tsunade adds. She isn’t completely sure Sakura and Sasuke intend to train their daughter as a ninja—if they do, Sasuke will likely focus on Uchiha techniques. And Sakura, as strong-minded as she is, tends to give way for things Sasuke wants.

And there’s nothing wrong with that.

But it looks like Sarada might have better chakra control than her mother and added to the possibility of developing a Sharingan—

This kid has a bright future ahead of her. Who knows? Maybe one day she’ll become Hokage?

終わり

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