43Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto. All rights of ownership belong to Masashi Kishimoto, Jump Comics, and other institutions involved in the making of the Canon story line. I do however own a three cats and a big dog who I named Puppy.
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Sarada hadn't expected that she'd be woken at six in the morning by an annoying Killer B rap ringtone. She wasn't really fond of mornings, even if she had enough discipline to wake up early on work days. Considering she was dead tired from the escort mission the previous day, whoever it was that disturbed her peace should have a pretty good reason to steal her away from her happy place... lest they suffer the wrath of an angry Uchiha.
With that in mind, the ebony haired girl planted her face against her pillow with a groan. Killer B rap music (which she oh so greatly despised) playing as the ringtone meant only one thing: The idiot who chose the ridiulous sound was out to wreak havoc again.
Damn you Boruto.
The young Uchiha reluctantly sat up, wiping the sand from her eyes as her other hand reached for her glasses on the end table beside her. Finding her vision, she half-crawled across her bed and reached for her phone at the far side of the drawer and found a missed-call notification on the screen.
"What do you want now, idiot?" she muttered, squinting her eyes at the new message notification that popped up.
'WE HAV AN EMERGNCY! OTW 2 UR HAUS RYT NW!'
Sarada groaned, plopping back to her bed as her eyes stared angrily at the ceiling like it was her worst enemy. She absolutely abhorred mornings, and the events that followed only added to the reasons why she hated it all the more.
Like craning her head the wrong way during sleep giving her neck and shoulder cramps.
Or getting kidnapped in her pajamas before breakfast.
Or being reminded of her totally unromantic first kiss with her idiotic best guy friend.
And not forgetting of course, the way said idiot friend carried her back to her house like she were some blushing bride, just in time for her mother to see her wearing the most suspiciously cat-like grin that only someone as evil as Sakura Uchiha could muster.
Ever the dense idiot that Boruto Uzumaki was, he returned a blushing Sarada Uchiha, complete with wind-tousled hair and fogged-up glasses no later than 7:15am in time for normal people's breakfast.
"Put me down-shannaro!" she protested, flailing her arms and legs 'til one of her fluffy slippers flung towards who knows where.
"Alright, alright already." Boruto huffed, placing her back on the ground. Turning to Sakura, Boruto bowed with an apologetic smile, "Sorry I kept her too long. I'll be heading off now. Enjoy your meal."
Sakura thanked the boy with an overly sweet beam, dismissing him politely while she gently pulled Sarada back into the house in an almost dreamy state.
The blood in her veins ran cold. Sarada knew that look in Sakura's eyes all too well. It's the same expression she would wear when watching those racy TV shows with Ino and Shizune every Saturday night.
She knows!
"Well, looks like you two had a lot of fun out, eh?" her mother wagged her eyes suggestively.
The younger Uchiha groaned, "Mama, it's not..."
"What?" Sakura feigned non-chalance. "Heaven knows I'd want your papa to carry me in his arms like that too," she added, clasping her hands together as she fluttered her lashes and let out a dreamy sigh.
"Too bad I only have one arm." A baritone voice chuckled darkly behind them.
Both Sakura and Sarada jumped in surprise at the head of the household's sudden appearance. Sasuke was clad in a long sleeved shirt and black pants drenched in sweat, with his lone hand placed on his hip as if meaning to look imposing. This was betrayed by a good-natured smirk sketched across his handsome features.
"A-anata," Sakura stuttered. "Welcome back...?"
"I'm home,"he greeted back. Sasuke turned his profile to Sarada and raised an inquiring brow. His daughter did not miss the way his jaw clenched and his fist curled as if he remembered something unpleasant. "What was Naruto's kid doing here so early?"
For the first time since the Shin incident, Sarada felt so small under her father's gaze. Not because of fear or pain, but because of... severe bashfulness.
Sakura saved her from her father's rarely inquisitive assessment. "Oh probably something important if he had to discuss it privately with Sarada, after all..."
My mama is clearly some kind of yokai...
After taking their morning shower and getting dressed in more presentable wear, father and daughter took their place at the dining table and began their meal. This was perhaps the latest hour they took their breakfast even though it was only thirty minutes past seven.
Sarada thought this might be her most awkward breakfast meal ever.
"Sooooo..." the Uchiha matriarch drawled. "What were you two discussing that Boruto had to whisk you away so suddenly?"
"Uhm..." Sarada stammered. What was going to be their excuse?
"Something possibly idiotic," Sasuke quipped, eating his rice solemnly. "I bet he tried to rope you into another one of his pranks didn't he?"
Nice save, Sarada grinned at her father.
Sakura's smile only grew more cat-like, "Hmmmm... Is that sooo? I wonder if that was all you talked about..."
Alright, change topic now! "Uhm, t-today's our day off from missions so I might head to Chouchou's to hang out... U-unless of course you've got something planned out to do together" Sarada stammered while inwardly chanting, I hope not, I hope not, I hope not...
"I'll be heading to the Hokage's office to submit the full report from my last mission... and I'll be training the dobe's son this afternoon..." Sasuke said, his Sharingan activating and deactivating as quickly as it appeared upon mention of Boruto. Sarada also took note of how the spoon in his one hand slightly bent under his grip. "We can eat out later this evening if you want,"
Sakura's grin disappeared, "Wait, I thought when you said we, you meant... uh" Sakura pressed her fingers together, eerily similar to how Boruto's mother would fidget when shy or nervous. "Like..you and me like a date"
Now this was an unexpected turn of events, one Sarada appreciated and was excited for. Perhaps in this case mostly relieved since the curiosity over her and Boruto's conversation was momentarily forgotten.
The rest of the meal continued with Sakura comically crying over Sasuke's obliviousness to his wife's trying to get into his pants.
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Sarada and Boruto met again later that morning.
This meeting wasn't intentional since Sarada had an agreement with Chouchou to meet her at the newly opened park in new Konoha. She had no idea that Boruto would be using one of the giraffe-like slides as a hiding spot from his inquisitive little sister.
As if that would hide him from the Byakugan, Sarada thought, rolling her eyes.
"I've seen you doing really stupid things Boruto, but this..." she gestured to all of the crouching boy. "This is a whole new brand of pathetic."
Boruto lifted his head, greeting her with panic-stricken eyes.
"I'm not hiding from Hima..." he whispered. "I'm hiding from her friends."
"Oh..." the bespectacled girl murmured. She knew about Boruto's fangirls, and funnily most of his fans are girls from Himawari's class in the academy.
"Apparently Himawari told them that I was 'off-limits' because I already kissed someone." He explained sheepishly. "And now I'm being flanked by eleven year olds asking who my 'girlfriend' was so they could kill her."
Sarada shook her head, feeling somewhat sorry for her knuckleheaded teammate. She knew from first hand experience how annoying fanboys and fangirls can be so she decided to show him some empathy in that regard.
"Why do you keep shaking your head all morning?" Boruto deadpanned. "I noticed you'd been doing that since earlier today."
Sarada hadn't noticed that she'd been craning her neck the whole nine, and this time one of her hands reached out behind her neck in the hopes of soothing the aching muscle.
"Probably the way I slept," she supplied, a groan briefly leaving her lips.
The boy had the gall to scoff, "No wonder your face looks sourer than usual."
She answered with a glare, "Do you want me to break your neck instead, Boruto-baka?"
Boruto raised both hands defensively with a sheepish smile, "I like my neck the way it is, thank you."
The girl merely huffed.
"As an apology..." Boruto began, spreading his legs slightly and patting the space between them, "I'll help you with your neck problem."
Sarada stared at him dumbly, "What?"
Boruto answered her with a pointed look and another pat on the space between his legs. "Sit."
A furious blush invaded Sarada's cheeks. How many times did this idiot make her blush that morning already?
"Why?!" she asked in a high-pitched flustered trill.
It was Boruto's turn to groan, "Just sit down or I will make you sit down."
Boruto's show of irritation made Sarada reluctantly take her seat on the ground between his legs, her back facing him. She's never been in such an intimate position like that before, and feeling Boruto's hot breath behind her head only made things more awkward for her. Her heart had never beat so fast around the Uzumaki since the day he swore to be her protector when she became Hokage.
Ignorant of her internal musings as always, Boruto began talking.
"Every child of a Hyuuga is taught this technique." He murmured, quiet exhales gently caressing the back of her ears. "Hyuuga clansmen specialize in damaging pressure points in the chakra regulatory system, and the really good ones like my late uncle can do so even without using Byakugan."
Sarada almost jumped upon feeling Boruto's cool finger tips prodding gently down the sides of her neck.
"What non-clansmen don't know is that we also have the ability to heal chakra points as well as the best acupuncturist in town" Boruto murmured. As if to prove his point, Boruto enforced chakra on all his fingerfips and pressed down, hard on Sarada's skin.
"Ah,"
Sarada automatically clamped a hand to her mouth. Did she just-
Caught in her moment of embarassment, she almost missed the way the boy behind her tensed. Boruto's keen senses did notice the almost sensual moan that escaped the girl's lips. Nevertheless, Boruto continued massaging the sides of Sarada's neck, hands continuing down her shoulder blades while applying chakra and pressure on the joints and muscles.
Boruto cleared his suddenly dry throat and continued, "Hyuuga clansmen who are too old or those who pursued medicine have a more extensive use of this jutsu... but the clan head makes sure that the younger generations learn the basics to treat stuff like this."
A rather hard press on a particular spot between her shoulder blades allowed another unwilling keen to escape Sarada's lips. She could not help but bite her bottom lip, clearly enjoying the feeling of the tense muscles uncoiling beneath Boruto's fingertips.
"Uhm...ah.. that actually feels pretty nice." Sarada admitted quietly, fingers curling against her lap.
Boruto grinned pleasantly at this, rubbing the same area with circular motions as he added more pressure, "I know right? Mom's actually better at this though."
Sarada hummed, her eyes closing in relaxation. She almost forgot that she was supposed to be meeting Chouchou.
"No wonder Hyuuga medics are in charge with physical therapy at the hospital." Sarada murmured absently, unconsciously leaning her head back, followed by a soft "Right there... please..."
Boruto tensed yet again, this time a red hue dusting his whiskered cheeks. Regardless, his hands never faltered in massaging her neck, shoulders and back.
He cleared his throat, desperate for a distraction, "Uh... I noticed you're not in ninja gear today..."
"It's our day off..." Sarada replied, her neck craning to the side as if welcoming Boruto's touch. "And I rarely leave the house without my ninja gear... wouldn't... uhmmmm... ah... wouldn't hurt to leave them every once in a while..."
Boruto realized Sarada was becoming too relaxed and pleased to realize that she was starting to sound quite... sensual and... unwittingly seductive. He became vaguely aware of the small trickle of blood dripping down from his nose and prayed that Sarada wouldn't turn around too soon to notice. The consequences of such an act would possibly kill him and his chances of greatness prematurely... including a deadly blow to the gut considering his close proximity with the strongest ninja in his team
"Mmm... ahh!"
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Chouchou was a bit put off finding Sarada's presence nowhere on sight. Her ebony haired friend was usually a tad bit too early if not on time. Had Sarada been running late, she would have texted or called Chouchou in a heartbeat. But her friend's already texted that she was there.
She checked the bespectacled girl's text on her phone again to make sure she got the message correctly. Sarada informed her that she was already waiting by the animal slides. Finding no one there, Chouchou decided to check by the swings thinking that Sarada might have wandered.
A pleasured moan hidden behind the giraffe-like slide stopped Chouchou in her tracks. Ninja instincts kicking in, the Akimichi girl masked her chakra and tiptoed towards the side of the slide. She could not see the person hidden behind the structure as trying to do so would give away her position, but the space proved enough leeway for her to eavesdrop without being discovered.
In spite of the hushed whispers, Chouchou managed to recognize the two voices engaged in conversation.
Boruto and Sarada?!
Curiosity spiking at a dangerous level, Chouchou pressed her ear against the cemented structure and nearly squeaked in both mortification and awe.
"Ow... b-be gentle, that actually hurt, shannaro!"
"Relax, it'll feel better later on-ttebasa..."
"Aaaahn... Hmmmm..."
"Does it still ache here?"
"Ah! Yeah, harder please...?"
Oh my freaking Kami! Chouchou exclaimed in her head, clapping both hands to her mouth to suppress a squeal. Way to go Sarada! Although... ew! Seriously? In the playground? Where little brats play? I didn't know you're that bold, Chouchou snickered darkly, Or that perverted...
Deciding that her friend was too preoccupied with... her other friend, Chouchou quietly stepped away from the now-tainted slide and opted to leave. It doesn't seem like they'd be hanging out this morning after all. She'll let Sarada off the hook for the meantime, but she would make sure the Uchiha better spill her the juicy details.
Speaking of juicy details, Chouchou's stomach decided that it was craving for juicy barbecue chicken. She skipped across the playground like a trotting pony, excited to find Anko, the most awesome sensei in the world in her opinion, and invite her to eat (and possible treat her) at Yakiniku.
The day proved to be very promisingly controversial, much to the Akimichi girl's delight.
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Himawari already had a pretty good idea who Boruto's first kiss might be.
Why would she go through such trouble making his life miserable then? Let's just say, she still hasn't forgiven the panda incident, and she also wanted Boruto to admit the fact himself that he may have kissed the girl whom he kept denying he had any feelings for.
She spent most of her morning helping her mother with the chores, letting the fact that her big brother left said chores slide for the meantime. Unsurprisingly, Hinata had let the boy go without issue, and Himawari presumed that her perceptive mom might have sensed that Boruto was avoiding his little sister.
Himawari turned to her mother who was dusting the shelves at the living room with a cheeky smile, "Mom, who was your first kiss?"
Hinata nearly spluttered and dropped a vase, "W-why, your father was my first kiss, of course! Why the sudden question?"
Himawari hummed, cupping her chin in comtemplation, "Hmmm, I figured. How about dad? Where you his first kiss?"
This time, her mother did drop a vase. Hinata's face was painted a deep red, mouth gaping like a fish out of water. It didn't take long for Himawari to put two on two together.
"Who was daddy's first kiss?" she inquired, eyes wide with genuine curiosity.
Hinata smiled uneasily at her daughter. "Uhm... ahehehe... "
Just in time, Naruto descended the stairs, a yawn escaping his lips as arms stretched wide to fight off the last remnants of sleep in his system. Himawari bounded towards her father, wrapping her arms around his waist and greeting him with a large toothy smile.
"Morning dad!"
"Woah! Morning hime-chan!" Naruto greeted back. "You're quite cheerful today. Something good happen?"
Himawari giggled triumphantly, "I just learned Boruto-nii already had his first kiss!"
Both parents nearly choked on their spit at the revelation. Though Hinata already knew, she didn't expect Himawari would readily disclose the information so callously. Then again, Boruto hadn't made her promise to keep mum about it. Naruto however was beyond shocked... and dare he say it, quite impressed.
"Really now?! With whom-ttebayo?" Naruto asked excitedly, the sluggishness of sleep completely gone from his system.
The girl frowned, "He wouldn't say. I've been asking all his friends through Leafbook, and no one seemed to know or believe that he really did have a first kiss."
Hinata smiled sheepishly at this, "Well... maybe Boruto might have been joking, don't you think?"
Himawari shook her head, "Nope. I am pretty sure he wasn't kidding. Boruto-nii's such an open book that anyone could guess if he's lying or not."
"Curious," Naruto mused. "Well, I wouldn't expect anything less from your good old Boruto-nii. He inherited his dad's charm after all."
"Oh..." Himawari responded, "Speaking of first kisses, who was your first kiss daddy?"
Naruto nearly had a heart attack.
"M-me?! Y-your mother of course-ttebayo!" Naruto lied lamely. He shot his wife a panicked look who could only respond with an apologetic smile.
"But mommy isn't your first kiss," Himawari deadpanned. "Who was it daddy?"
The appearance of uniquely bluish Byakugan eyes turned the image of a sunny sweet girl into something almost innocently menacing. Not even Kaguya nor the Gedo statues struck so much terror within Naruto Uzumaki's usually steely resolve. He couldn't decide which was worse: the humiliation of his kid knowing that he had his first kiss (by accident, mind you) with a guy named Sasuke Uchiha, or the humiliation of a little girl making him sweat bullets.
The Seventh Hokage, feared by many great and powerful shinobi all over the Five Elemental Nations, had once again for the second time in his lifetime, fallen under the mercy of one curious little girl.
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A/N: hey, hey, hey. Update!
I enjoyed writing this chapter although I didn't give muuch thought to rereading and revising. So forgive me I you spot any errors in grammar, spelling or context xD I bet it's pretty obvious how things escalate from here.
Happy holidays everyone!
P.S. Totally stoked for Rogue One...
May the Fortress be with you...