These past couple of days,
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More Than Words
Chapter 1. Just Another Day
Chapter 1. Just Another Day
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Apparently, procrastination was her doom nowadays.
Sarada sighed, turning her head and gazing out the window melancholically. All those people, ninjas and civilians… There were so many of them even just outside the house. Why did she feel like the world was completely empty then? After all, she had a lot of friends and comrades. Hell, she was one of the best kunoichi of her generation, everyone already admitted it. Many people already believed her to be their next Hokage even though she was only seventeen. Throughout numerous missions she had managed to earn everyone’s respect, love and trust… Frankly, it was already hard to go somewhere without somebody calling her out for whatever reason.
Yet still the girl felt lonelier than ever, and she couldn’t understand why.
Her gaze slid to the picture on her desk, and she frowned, readjusting the glasses on her nose as she met the image of the impassive black eyes. Her father… She hadn’t seen Uchiha Sasuke in two years. Lord Seventh and her mother told her that he was out for another top secret mission, but the young kunoichi wasn’t entirely sure if this was truly the reason behind his absence. After all, she wasn’t twelve anymore, she had come to realize some things about the life of adults. It wasn’t all that simple… To be completely honest, her family was an awful mess since the very beginning. Not that it bothered Sarada all that much - after all, knowing the history of her clan as well as her father’s biography, she realized that it could’ve been much worse, so she never complained even deep inside. At least she had a loving dad and mom who also respected each other. And the details of their relationship were none of her concern…
She stretched her back and arms, locking her elegant thin fingers in front of her which made a crunchy sound. Yes, her life was more than decent, the girl happily admitted. The only thing that she really hated right now was this horrible boredom…
Sarada then glanced at the Hokage monument, frowning at the face with whisker marks carved in stone. Unlike hers, Boruto’s family wasn’t quite okay, it seemed. Even by her own rather humble standards…
Yes, contrary to her careless and eccentric friend, she was quite shrewd, and she couldn’t overlook some obvious things the boy seemed to either neither notice, or just ignored, which would also be understandable. Something wasn’t right within Uzumaki clan, and the more perfect their image looked on pictures in various tabloids and newspapers, the more blatant it became to the attentive kunoichi.
Besides, unlike most, she spent hours with Lord Seventh on a daily basis. And no matter how perfectly mastered his everyday mask of fake happiness was, sometimes there were… moments. Little events and phases he uttered ever so quietly to himself, so deep in thought that it sometimes made him forget that she was there inside his office too, but it clearly showed that things in his life were much more complicated than he allowed everyone (including her) to see.
But even that wasn’t what made her so sure that their Hokage wasn’t a happy man at all. She knew for a fact that he was a master of Shadow Clones. He could make thousands of them, therefore any simple routine work (for instance, signing papers) shouldn’t have been an obstacle on his way of being with his family. Hell, Seventh even made Konohamaru, who had transformed into him, take part in the inauguration ceremony instead of him! If it was even possible for such important occasions, then why the hell did Naruto spend all his time in his office, even sleeping there most nights?
She sighed, shaking her head. It wasn’t her right to pry, of course. Frankly, it was none of her business at all, yet she couldn’t help but wonder what on earth could be wrong in their house. After all, Hyūga Hinata was such an amazing and kind woman… And beautiful, too. And as far as Boruto was concerned, she and her husband had never ever had a fight. So why did their family nowadays give such… uneasy vibes?
It wasn’t just her. Chōchō and Mitsuki noticed it, too. Even Himawari, that wonderful and cheerful girl seemed rather elegiac and thoughtful of late…
It was sad. All of them (except for maybe Boruto who always reminded Sarada of her own father, which made her slightly dislike him for his attitude toward his own family) were absolutely amazing people, and she didn’t want them to feel bad. Yet she couldn’t help but think that something nasty was going to happen in their small clan soon…
The kunoichi quickly shook her head, pushing the depressive thoughts away before smiling as she decided to think of something pleasant instead. She now remembered her encounter with the Seventh a week ago… An event that had changed her world forever in a matter of a split second.
Back then, as they were returning from the latest B-rank mission, the rest of her team decided that it was her turn to go to the Hokage with the report. It was already late evening, Boruto was displeased with something again, and Sarada was just too tired to argue with that moron. As she had come to the residence of the Seventh, the girl didn’t hesitate to rush to his office to settle the issue as soon as possible. Naturally, she forgot to knock on the door as she was too tired and abstracted at the moment, so she just walked in.
What she saw inside had shocked the kunoichi to the very core.
Uzumaki Naruto, the Seventh Hokage, turned sideways toward the door, was changing. The Sun was lighting up his half-naked body, making the heart of the young Uchiha beat faster. And the naive, almost childish blush on his cheeks that appeared as he noticed his visitor, instantly made her fall in love with him.
The smile on Sarada’s lips widened as she played with the long strands of her silky black hair. Remembering this event always made her want to giggle like a little girl. Back then, he was failing to get dressed properly out of embarrassment, so he just put his cloak on as quick as he could, but the piece of cloth barely hid anything. If anything, it made the situation even more frank — white fabric only narrowed the beauty of his body, even making the girl inadvertently fantasize a little bit…Unfortunately, she had a very good imagination.
When Sarada, whose face was even deeper red than a ripe tomato, had finally managed to leave his office, she leaned on the wall in the empty corridor of the building. Her heart was racing, and she couldn’t calm it down no matter how much she tried. The memories of the prominent muscles of his back, the way his clearly visible abs flexed, and how terribly cute his whiskered cheeks reddened when he so childishly apologized for his inappropriate attire…
“Sarada, sweetheart! I’m home!” she heard the voice of her mother, reluctantly shaking her head again and trying to rip herself out of the world of lucid dreams.
Cursing quietly, the Uchiha girl rubbed her blushing face and tried to collect her thoughts quickly before Sakura would come into her room.
“Welcome home, mum!” She replied, scolding herself silently for the unusually squeaky nervous voice.
“Now, now,” the pink haired woman walked in, coming close to her desk. “Why is your face so red? Are you feeling alright?” She asked worriedly, putting her palm on her daughter’s forehead which made the girl wince a bit.
“Yeah, I’m okay, it’s nothing, I swear,” she blurted out, and it probably was a bit too fast, for Sakura only smirked understandingly, patting her temple lightly.
“Nothing, huh? I bet it’s a boy, isn’t it?” asked the older kunoichi, beginning her usual interrogation.
It’s been almost a year since the time she started to try to venture into her personal life, which was nonexistent unknown to Sakura, of course. Still these attempts were more than annoying, especially when she implied that her love interest was…
“How is Boruto-kun? I haven’t seen him in a while,” the woman carefully suggested, clearly enjoying the way Sarada giggled at the mention of her friend’s name.
Oh, my dear mother, if only you knew how close and, at the same time, how far your guess is from the truth...
“He’s fine. I haven’t seen him since last weekend, and I hope not to see him again at least this week,” she snorted, looking away.
Of course, it was a bit of acting on her part. She didn’t really mind Boruto’s company at all, but the girl had figured out that this kind of behavior would only increase her mother’s suspicion about her “feelings” for the boy, which was exactly her intention — as annoying as it was, this wrong assurance was far better than had her mother known the truth.
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The girl’s face instantly blanched. Had she somehow given herself away?
“So it’s not him, is it?” asked the Uchiha matriarch softly, meeting the scared gaze of the girl.
“Uh—well…,” Sarada mumbled, unsure what to say. How? How on earth could she know…?
“It’s okay, sweetheart. I understand your feelings perfectly. I’ve had a similar boy in my life when I was your age…,” she smiled a bit sadly, looking out the window dreamily.
The girl frowned. She didn’t like it when her mother looked so lost and sad. It always reminded her how lonely this woman truly was… She needed to distract her somehow… Maybe…
“M-Mom—well… Actually… I’m in love with someone! But—well… He’s older than me! What should I do?” There was a long awkward silence.
Apparently, Sakura was too shocked with the unexpected revelation — usually Sarada was very secretive whenever something personal was concerned, much like her father. And the girl herself… She was just happy she hadn’t said something worse. For instance, ‘Mom, I like Hokage-sama, how can I make him notice me?’ Or ‘Mom, I like a boy, but he’s in his late thirties, and has a wife and two kids, how do I make him fall in love with me?’ She got goosebumps by only imagining Sakura’s possible reaction…
At the same time, she felt a small note of sadness as she remembered that the Seventh was a married man, and the fact that he also had children, one of them being her good friend and teammate… She just didn’t want to think about it.
After the long pause Sakura finally opened her mouth, collecting her own thoughts. Make no mistake, the sole fact that her daughter liked someone older than her didn’t surprise her all that much — after all Sarada was an exceptionally smart girl, a lot more mature than Sakura herself was at her age. And yet she realized that if her daughter thought that the gap was relevant (otherwise she wouldn’t have bothered to mention the gap), then the difference had to be more than just a couple years...
“Well… I suppose it’s okay, isn’t it? If it’s just a few years… You know, perhaps you need to somehow drop a hint for him? Maybe spend more time with him, or some extra missions together — they really make people grow closer, you know?” She smiled reassuringly as Sarada looked away, biting her lip and frowning. “Maybe I could help you with that? I could ask Hokage-sama to arrange that, you know!”
Sarada flinched at the mention of the Seventh, but Sakura didn’t pay any attention to that, unlike to how her daughter’s face suddenly became more gloomy. As a matter of fact, everything her mother had just told her made the girl even more frustrated and wanting to slam her head into the nearest wall a couple times. Especially when she said ‘just a few years’ — Sarada didn’t know if she was supposed to cry or to laugh at that.
He could’ve been her father, yet she had fallen for him. Gosh, I’m such an idiot…
But the worst thing about it wasn’t even that. It was what Sakura said about the missions and talking about it to Naruto himself. The younger Uchiha couldn’t hold back a smirk as she realized the irony, instantly imagining her mother coming to Hokage and saying something like ‘Eh, Naruto, you see… Basically, could you please complete a couple missions with my daughter so that she can seduce you meanwhile?’ It was so hilarious that Sarada would have laughed aloud hysterically had Sakura not been there right in front of her.
To Sakura’s surprise, she noticed that the girl’s expression was getting more and more grim with every other word she said. Naturally, when Sarada finally interrupted her and said that she’d handle it all by herself, the woman got really scared. But, knowing how stubborn the girl could be, she decided not to push and walked out of her room.
Up until this day, the medic nin had always thought that her daughter would eventually find her love interest in the young prodigy Sasuke was teaching and who also was her teammate and close friend — Uzumaki Boruto. But now… All that remained to Sakura was to sit in the kitchen of their house in complete solitude, reflecting on their lives. The anxiety left by the unexpected confession of Sarada just didn’t let her go. The woman then thought somewhat apathetically that now she would always subconsciously suspect every single man she would see her daughter talking to… Life just didn’t want to go easier on the Uchiha matriarch.
She sighed, grabbing her temples and groaning quietly.
Meanwhile Sarada slowly got up from her desk, came close to the huge mirror and looked at her reflection in it, eyeing herself up and down.
She was rather tall, at least a couple inches taller than her mother; and she was quite skinny, but curvy at the same time. Of course, she couldn’t say that her figure was as nice as that of Hyūga Hinata, but her chest was already bigger than that of her own mother which made her feel slightly proud… Her raven hair that reached a bit below her waist was slightly unruly which only made her look better, or at least so she reckoned. It added something wild to her usually very neat image...
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Sarada winced. No, actually, she preferred not to think about it.
And then there was Lord Seventh… Naruto. He had always been special to Sarada; for as long as she could remember herself, he had always been there for her, eternally warm and cheerful like a shining sun, supporting her at everything she tried to do, always understanding her without words… Besides, in Sarada’s opinion, he was a prime example of manhood. And although her cheeks reddened shamefully even when she even thought about it now, without anybody around, she truly wanted to be with him… She wanted him so much, but she knew that it was absolutely impossible…
Feeling the betraying wet coming to the corners of her eyes, she took off the glasses and rubbed her face. No, Sarada wasn’t crying. It was just an eyesore, of course.
-~X~-
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Kurama was furious because of his inability to cure his jinchūriki; he roared, demanded, and asked the Uzumaki to go to a hospital or at least to a medic nin, but Naruto only brushed the fox away dismissively, pointing out that he had already received the necessary medicine and that he would manage to hold out until Shizune’s return… maybe.
That’s how they lived for long weeks, or maybe months — he couldn’t remember because of how gray and uninteresting his days were. And tonight he felt especially bad which was really unfortunate - it was the first time this week that he had managed to go home for the night, but as soon as he entered his room he just fell on the floor and leaned against the wall, unable to get up.
Of course, Hinata instantly became very worried, fussing and running around him in an attempt to help her husband somehow, but in reality only causing him to get irritated as she didn’t give him the necessary rest and the silence he needed to overcome the pain on his own.
“Naruto-kun, how are you feeling now?” squeaked the dark blue haired woman, coming close to him and patting his forehead. At first it seemed like there was nothing but compassion and genuine care on her face; however, Naruto had known her far too well. He could see something deep in her eyes… Something that made him feel even more uneasy. Yet at the same time, he knew that she wouldn’t tell him if something was wrong, especially now that he was such a mess. That’s why he just kept a forced smile on his face, pretending that he didn’t notice anything and that he was alright and didn’t need her help.
Except, of course, his wife didn’t need his permission to be there to help him as usual. She carefully sat on the couch next to the man, putting her palm on his chest softly and looking at him silently.
“It’s okay, Hinata, I’m perfectly fine. Just tired,” he lied, gently putting her hand away and realizing that he probably didn’t sound very convincing.
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“Naruto-kun…,” she whispered, making the blond wince a tad. They had been together for so long, and she still added the suffix to his name…
“Don’t. I’m okay, seriously,” he repeated causally, smirking reassuringly. He almost felt the triumph of his small victory as he felt her backing off a little bit, but then he noticed the activated dojutsu in her white eyes, and his glee instantly vanished, followed by a quiet sneer of Kurama.
Way to go, Naruto. Can’t even feel a Hyūga activating her eyes anymore… You’re so pitiful. Thirty six years old, and already a dying rusty piece of shit. What a shame!
Shut up…! he replied to the beast, rapidly trying to come up with an excuse for his lie, yet cursing himself because, as per usual in such situations, he had no idea what to say.
“Naruto-kun,” she pushed, sounding more firm now, putting her hand on his chest once again before deactivating the Byakugan. “I love you, and I can’t keep watching you suffer so much. A doctor. You need a medic… Sakura-san is the only one who can give you the necessary help!”
“I know,” he replied monotonously, taking her hand off himself again before suddenly grasping it tightly and pulling the woman toward himself.
Totally not having expected that, she fell into his embrace and froze. Her usually pale cheeks were now a little pink, and Hinata looked into the eyes of her husband with long forgotten, almost pleading hope, yet seeing nothing but apathy and some strange aloofness.
A push. She got up, giving Naruto a scared glance as he kept staring blankly into the space in front of himself without any sign of even noticing her presence anymore. She activated her dojutsu once more — his heartbeat had somewhat restored, so she rushed out of the room, having made sure that he was more less fine. Right now she absolutely didn’t want to be near this man who had once been her beloved Naruto-kun. She needed to reconsider too many things… In order to accept the changes in him.
And the shinobi himself remained on the floor until the entrance door of the house closed with a loud thud, announcing that the house was now empty. Although if not for this last sound of a goodbye, he probably would have remained lying there, aimlessly staring at the ceiling.
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He forced himself to walk normally, to smile to everyone he encountered, to greet those whose names he didn’t even know. Since the times of the war the population of the village itself had increased tenfold, let alone the city above in the mountains. That’s why only when he walked through the gates of the still disturbingly empty district was he able to finally let out a sigh of relief, the cheerful expression instantly disappearing.
He knocked on the door of the familiar comfy house, patiently waiting. As usual, Sakura was rather quick to come — the door opened, revealing the rather concerned, almost worried face of his old teammate.
“Hokage-sama…? How may I help you? Has something serious happened?” she asked quickly, her eyes widening in fear, yet her body radiating the security the man himself lacked so much nowadays — his friend was ready to jump into combat right away, without even changing from the light blue dress she was wearing.
Just like the old times… He didn’t have any energy to smirk at the thought.
“No need for formalities… Everything’s fine, don’t worry, Sakura-chan. May I enter, please?”
“S-Sure,” she frowned, making a welcoming gesture.
He closed the door behind his back, noticing the woman putting her pointer to her lips and nodding in the direction of the kitchen.
“Sarada is already asleep. Please, be quiet.”
“Ah… of course.” He smiled, following her and trying not to make any noises.
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“Naruto? What’s wrong?” she asked in a very straightforward, almost demanding tone, which made him smile genuinely for the first time in days. At least she never changed, being a constant reminder of how things had once been…
“It’s hurting… The pills you gave me don’t really help. Could you please do something about it?” he mumbled, frowning and not meeting her troubled gaze.
The woman sighed, shaking her head.
“You idiot…,” she came close, sitting right next to him before quickly unbuttoning his jacket and shirt, lightly touching his chest right above the heart. “I told you to rest more, didn’t I? Naturally, the pills wouldn’t work if you don’t even give yourself a break for weeks.” Her hand shined with jade chakra, and the next moment the blond already started feeling better.
“I can’t really help it, you know… I have a lot of responsibilities in the village,” he said simply, smiling at her with appreciation clearly written on his face.
The woman shook her head and bit her lip.
“This village will become your doom… You’re killing yourself, and you know it.”
“I can’t help it,” he repeated, looking away. The warm smile vanished as though it had never been there in the first place. “It’s not like I have anything else to do.”
“What?” Sakura frowned, taking her hand off him as she had finished her jutsu. “What do you mean you have nothing else? What about your family? Your kids?”
“They’ve grown up. It’s not like they need me all that much,” he shrugged indefinitely, still refusing to look at anything but some random magazine on the desk.
“Now that is bullshit! Stop saying things like that unless you want me to knock some sense into you!” He sighed, shaking his head briefly, “Of course they need you! Himawari is only thirteen, she’s not even a chunin yet!”
“Yeah… I guess you’re right,” he muttered quietly, not even trying to sound interested and obviously agreeing with her just to stop the argument.
His former teammate sighed as well, pursing her lips.
“What’s going on with you, Naruto? Please, tell me…”
He closed his eyes and squeezed out a weak smile.
“It’s nothing, really. I’m just a really, really tired man. Don’t worry, I’ll be fine as always.”
Her features softened a bit as she caressed his hand, to which he grabbed her palm and clutched it slightly.
“Promise?” She asked, smiling at him.
“Promise!” He winked at her, letting go of her hand and leaning back on the stool. “What about you, though?” he suddenly asked.
“Huh? Me? What about me?” she stared at him in confusion.
“Well, I can sense that you’re unusually anxious tonight. What’s up? Something about Sasuke?” he suggested.
“Uh… No, it’s not about him at all…,” she bit her lip, looking away. “It’s actually about Sarada.”
“Sarada-chan?” He blinked. As far as he was concerned, his student and, he hoped, his future successor was more than fine lately. “What about her?”
Sakura groaned, crossing her hands on her chest and rolling her eyes.
“She told me earlier today that she likes some guy.”
Naruto’s brow raised up a bit as he chuckled.
“So? Don’t tell me you didn’t see that coming one day. They grow up quickly, you know.”
“Oh, yes, thank you, smartass! Of course I know that, and it’s perfectly fine for her to have a love interest at her age. It’s just that…,” she stopped, frowning even deeper now, as though unsure how to put her thoughts right.
“It’s just what?” he asked, sounding really puzzled and curious. He knew that Sakura was a bit overprotective as a mother, but there definitely was something unusual behind her concern right now.
“She—well, she told me that her crush is older than her.”
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“Eh… So? Many girls prefer slightly older guys, it’s normal, isn’t it?”
She gave him a deadpan glance.
“If it was just someone slightly older, she wouldn’t have been so thrilled when she told me about it, and I doubt she would even tell me in the first place.”
“Oh.” He blinked again, scratching his chin. Now it made sense for Sakura to be so worried… Sarada was an exceptionally smart girl and, much like her father, she was quite secretive whenever something personal was concerned, never trusting intimate things to anyone but him, her master, and maybe her teammates too. “I guess that could be a problem…”
“I know, right? I honestly don’t know what to do now because she refuses to tell me anything more...“ Sakura sighed in frustration, remaining silent.
“Well… I could watch out for her, if you want,” he smiled at his friend, to which she looked at him in surprise.
“Really…? Aren’t you too busy for that?”
“I kinda am… But then again, she’s my student, and she spends a lot of time in my office. I can try to find something out, and besides, I can just throw more work at her so that she doesn’t have any time to waste on dubious old creeps.”
“Naruto!!” He catched the soft pillow she threw at him, smirking. “This isn’t funny at all!” she hissed, not raising her tone up as she was afraid to wake her daughter up.
“I know, I know. Sorry, Sakura-chan. Still, my offer stands.”
She licked her lips, hemming and looking away.
“Well… Only if it’s not a very big burden. I don’t want you to have even more things to worry about.”
He smiled at her, patting the woman’s shoulder.
“It’s okay, don’t worry. I’ll make sure that nobody touches Sarada-chan, and I’ll try to find out who the unlucky guy is anyway.”
“Unlucky?” She frowned. “Why is that?”
Naruto grinned.
“Because I wouldn’t call whoever is about to face your wrath lucky, Sakura-chan.”
She snorted, rolling her eyes but unable to hold back a smirk herself.
“Idiot…”
-~X~-
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Sarada cringed at the idea, and her wild imagination instantly pictured people gossiping about it all across the village, her mother looking at her sadly and compassionately, and Hokage himself… She almost squeaked, covering her face. She was afraid to even imagine his possible reaction… He would definitely just laugh at her and then try to convince her that she was being foolish…! Or something even worse…
But then again, the Akimichi had never betrayed her trust before — they were best friends, after all. That’s why the girl, having taken a quick shower and eaten her breakfast under the searching gaze of her mother, walked out of their house and stormed towards her friend’s place. After all, even if Chōchō wouldn’t understand her right, Sarada could just make her shut up. The Sharingan was a useful thing for sure…
She found the chubby dark skinned girl in no time, luckily, and waved at her quickly.
“Hey, Chō!”
The girl who was chewing potato chips, sitting on the bench near the fountain, mumbled a greeting in return, continuing to dealing with her food.
Not waiting for an invitation to sit down, Sarada lowered next to the girl, suddenly finding herself unable to utter a word. It was too dangerous to talk about her love interest here with so many people around, and Chōchō didn’t seem to want to leave anytime soon. The Uchiha was about to explode out of impatience…! She just needed to talk about it to somebody - those disturbing dreams she had been having in the last couple weeks. Of course, there was nothing serious going on, yet the feeling of the Seventh’s lips on her own… The grip of his strong and tanned arms on her thin waist, and the blue eyes full of desire… It all felt so real…
“Oy, Sarada, why are you so red?” asked Chōchō casually, not stopping to chew.
The sudden question made the black eyed girl snap out of her trance, and then, having realized what she had just heard, the Uchiha gripped her friend’s forearm tightly and said in a frightening low voice:
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The girls didn’t notice that Sakura was actually at home, taking a nap in her bedroom. However, realizing that her daughter obviously wanted some privacy, she collected all her willpower and decided not to try to overhear the girls when she heard the sound of Sarada’s door locking.
Meanwhile Chōchō, who had been dragged to this place without any explanation, was beginning to feel worried, baffled by her friend’s unusual behavior and wondering what on earth could have happened. She lowered on Sarada’s bed, watching silently as the Uchiha kept walking back and forth, not daring to begin. But then after a minute or two Sarada finally stopped, looked at her friend who kept eating her chips and staring at her perplexedly.
“Chō, I—I’m in trouble. I’ve fallen in love.” Of course, she didn’t want to start the conversation like that, but what was done was done.
The pack of chips fell on the floor as the Akimichi’s mouth opened by itself out of surprise, and then she smiled so brightly and happily that it almost made Sarada feel wary for a second.
“Who is this lovely guy?! Do I know him?!” There was so much joy and enthusiasm in her friend’s voice that it made her wince.
Apparently, the other girl had completely overlooked the word ‘trouble’ in her sentence.
“You see, Chōchō, he… He’s married, and has two kids!”
The oppressive silence fell upon the room. The Akimichi’s light brown eyes widened in surprise, and her mouth was still open wide, yet, despite her reaction, Sarada decided to continue:
“I love… Naruto-sama—our Hokage…”
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However, she received nothing of that. The only thing she could see in Chōchō’s eyes was surprise and timid… delight?
As a matter of fact, the girl was completely shocked, of course. Sarada had finally fallen for someone! And on top of that, this someone was Lord Seventh! Just how courageous had her friend been to admit her feelings for someone like him?!
Sarada kept glancing at her silent friend nervously, feeling uneasy as she noticed the merry flames burning in her eyes more and more with each passing moment. The Uchiha already started regretting telling her about her problem when Chōchō asked:
“Sarada, how are you planning to conquer him? You’ve got a plan, haven’t you?!”
Now she felt completely stunned. A plan? She couldn’t even look at him nowadays, what kind of plan was her stupid friend talking about?! Damn it! Actually, she’d had an idea, but then she had quickly tossed it aside — it was far too primitive and there was no guarantee that it would work. Lord Seventh was far too powerful, he definitely wouldn’t fall for some jutsu, seal or a potion, and there was no other way to make him see her in that way. At least, Sarada couldn’t see a viable option.
“Oy, Uchiha! I’m talking to you and not to your table!” muttered the Akimichi, to which Sarada just sighed, lowering her head in defeat.
“No, I have no plan.”
And there was silence again. Each of them was thinking about their own things, but if only the Uchiha girl knew what kind of thoughts filled Chōchō’s head at the moment, she would definitely run away in embarrassment… Or maybe it was already too late.
“Sarada, do you see dreams about him? If so, then what kind of dreams? Could you describe him? Well, him from the dreams, you know…!”
As she kept asking her these embarrassing questions, Sarada’s face was becoming more and more red. In the end instead of replying, the Uchiha pushed Chōchō out of the room and then pulled her to the kitchen. After all, the only thing that could make her friend shut up was food.
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