and again, this was inspired by @kairi-chan and her fanfic ‘Hime’ - this is around the time the Uzumaki gift Kawaki to the Uchiha household when he’s a kid.
I think it should be 'and himawari' people usually talk about boruto and sarada so much, that himawari is forgotten in the process. People usually associate the uchiha and uzumaki kids as boruto and sarada. So it's like, boruto and sarada are pride of their clans. And himawari. I hope you get what I mean. Ps I love hima. She is adorable.
Tbh, I haven’t really intended to carry on the “and Naruto” joke into the next generation. To me, it’s really just a Team 7 centric inside joke about how Sakura/everyone always notices Sasuke but never Naruto.
Boruto’s too…Boruto to be forgotten, and Himawari I think everyone probably considers their kid sister who they can’t forget because she’s too cute. And Sarada is the uchiha princess so there’s no forgetting her. The point is I probably won’t use that joke in my stories.
And I probably won’t write Himawari for a while, since her character hasn’t really been fleshed out to me beyond her being adorable and terrifying with her byakugan. Personally, I hope she develops kind of like Ginny Weasley did: shy and awkward as a kid, and then a total badass as a teenager.
(Also, I’m just not a huge fan of the next generation. Nothing in it calls to me the same as the original Naruto series, so I tend to avoid writing it. This is not me saying it’s bad (which I’ve had people accuse me of doing in the past), it’s just not really my cup of tea as it is right now). As always, I suggest you check out @kairi-chan who writes a lot for the next gen).
A/N: happy 2019! Here’s hoping you get all of your heart’s desires this year.
25-year-old BoruSara. Takes place in Shifen Old Street!
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The walk from the waterfalls wasn’t that far, but it was hot. The sun was high in the sky, and the sunlight that hit his face was warm, and the wind was cool. But that wasn’t the only thing that was irritating Sarada. Boruto decided to give her some space and walked a few steps behind her.
Sarada wasn’t even looking at the view to her right. She was missing the view of the side of the mountain, as she was too busy looking at her phone.
She had always been the ambitious type. Although people wouldn’t even think of the word and just peg her as a workaholic. Not Boruto. He understood why she was this way, Sarada got big dreams and she knew she couldn’t achieve them by just lying around.
It used to weird him out when they were kids and intimidated him when they were in high school. But he learned to admire her and wished to support her all the way when they were in university. He understood why a lot of the boys their age were too scared to ask her out or date her. She was just too perfect. Too good for anybody. Not that she said this… it was just something everyone—including Boruto—felt.
He patted down his right pocket and felt its contents. He smiled nervously and fondly thought of how lucky he was to have her. For years he had been pining after her. Thanks to their meddling friends, they finally started dating and got together. He would never admit it, but he was all too thankful for the way his friends kicked him in the ass to ask her out already.
They had been dating for only a few years now, but it was the best years of his life, and the only thing he wanted was to keep her.
Boruto looked up and saw some paper lanterns in the sky. He could also see small structures up ahead and… She was still on her phone.
He frowned. They were on vacation. She was supposed to leave her work at home.
“Sarada…” his voice was soft, just trying to get her attention. It didn’t work. He tried again. “Sarada.”
Nope. Still on her phone.
“Sarada!”
She whipped back to face him, a scowl on her face. “What?”
He paused. She was already stressed enough at is. From planning the trip to trying to manage the company. He sighed and tried to smile. “We’re already here.”
She pursed her lips and looked ahead. There was a crowd of people, mostly situated in the middle of the train tracks. They were taking photos and lighting lanterns—some paper lanterns were already flying in the sky. It was such a festive view. And Boruto could feel his excitement bubbling.
Sarada looked at her phone and started texting again. Boruto walked to her side and squeezed her upper arm. He leaned in and said, “You just finish that, alright? I’ll go look for a lantern for us to write on.”
For a moment, she put her phone down and gave him a tired, although genuine smile. “Alright. Thank you. I’m sorry, I just—I’ll just finish this and I’m all yours, okay?”
He feigned shock. “Aren’t you mine already?” When she rolled her eyes in response, Boruto grinned. “Just want the assurance, ya know?”
She laughed, and he placed his hands on her shoulders before sitting her down on a bench. “Just stay here, alright? I’ll be back.” He planted a quick kiss on the top of her head before leaving.
She nodded and then proceeded to text again.
It didn’t take him long to find one, all he had to do was listen to where the crowds were going, and what the shopkeepers were saying. An old man invited him inside a shop that was filled with little items, charms, and lantern themed keychains. There were also paint brushes and lamps, as well as other souvenir items.
He smiled at the old man and made a large gesture. “Can I have a lantern?”
The old man smiled and then handed him a card. There were a lot of colors to choose from, but he was only looking for one. “I’ll have this one.”
The old man nodded and ushered him to the cashier, who was an elderly lady. Boruto grinned and guessed that this was his wife. He handed her some notes and he received a coin in return.
A young woman came in and ushered him into another room. She opened up a lantern and hung it on a frame for him. “Brushes are on the side for you to write.” With a nod, she left him there. There were other tourists next to him, a family of four and a young couple.
Boruto wanted to leave to go fetch Sarada, but he opted to write on one side first before going out to get her. He picked up the brush and wrote one word in the middle. He took a step back and grinned, pleased at his creation. He then moved to the other side and then wrote four more words.
“I’m done!” He said to no one in particular, but the young lady had heard him.
“Do you want me to flip it already?”
“Oh yeah,” he took a step back and gave her space before continuing, “Please do. I’ll be right back.”
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Sarada had just finished making her email. She then took a deep breath and stuffed her phone back in her pocket. Rising from the bench, She stretched and took a look around. There were families, friend groups, and couples all lined up on the train tracks, writing wishes for the year on paper lanterns and taking pictures before letting them fly up in the sky.
She smiled when she noticed a couple making tiny hearts with their fingers, as the side that was ready for the photo read: a long and happy marriage.
It was sweet that they would wish for that. Her heart twinged with guilt. She was on her phone since the cab ride to Shifen Waterfalls and only got off it when they were having a snack and taking pictures. It wasn’t the ideal vacation and quality time she wanted to spend with her boyfriend. Sarada sighed and looked around.
The tourists were also on their phones, but it didn’t look like it was because of work, but because they were taking pictures with their companions.
Speaking of companions, where was Boruto? Surely it wasn’t so hard to find a place to purchase a lantern. There were vendors everywhere. She looked to her left and then to her right. She took a step back because his face was only inches away from hers.
“I got us a lantern!” The excitement was all too clear in his blue eyes. “You’re gonna love it.”
He held onto her hand and pulled her into a shop. Sarada had to dodge the number of patrons inside. She then found a large red lantern hanging on a frame. It was blank, and when she walked on the other side, she found it was also blank. “You get one side and I get the other?”
He shook his head and held up his phone, pointing the camera at her. “I’m already done. I wanna take photos and a video of you while you write for your wishes this year.” He presses a button and then moved closer.
His grin was infectious, and her cheeks colored. “Boruto… what did you write then?”
“That’s a secret!”
She puffed her cheeks. “That’s not fair!”
He stuck his tongue out playfully at her, still recording. “Go on, just write already. You’ll see it later when they take our photos.”
Sarada rolled her eyes and proceeded to write. She wrote the usual wishes, which she thought were cliché and felt quite embarrassing. She wished for good health for her parents, a successful career, and more time for herself and her friends. Once she filled up one side, she moved to the other and felt excited when one particular wish had floated to the surface as Boruto took a photo of her first set of wishes.
For Boruto and I… She wrote that but stopped. Sarada bit her lip and looked at him once again. His blue eyes shining with delight as he read her wishes again. To get married. It was what she wanted to write, but decided against it.
She wasn’t so sure how he would react, maybe it was too soon. They had known each other since they were kids, but they had only been dating for a little over two years. It might just scare him off, and Boruto had a reputation for having commitment issues. She didn’t want to risk any of it. Everything was going so well and she really didn’t want to lose him.
He walked over to her side. “So whatcha writing here?”
Sarada forced a smile and continued writing: to be happy together.
“Praying that I don’t get sick of your face,” she teased.
Maybe it was a trick of the light, but she could have sworn he looked disappointed at what she wrote. He laughed. “You’re stuck with me, ya know? You better pray harder cause not even the gods can take you away from me.” He planted a quick kiss on her temple. “I won’t let them.”
She giggled and continued to write more wishes for the two of them. She wished for more adventures and for their bond to grow stronger. He scoffed at that, and said that any closer and they would become the same person.
Once she finished up her wishes, the old man came to them and took the lantern. Before going, he took a lighter and some paper. He tied it to the end of the lantern, where he was to light it before leading them to a space on the railway.
Sarada’s knuckles brushed against his, which only made her want to hold on to his hand. Her pocket vibrated, and her lips pressed into a fine line. She resisted the urge to check. It vibrated again, and her hand almost instinctively came to pull it out, but Boruto caught her hand and lifted it to his lips, giving her knuckles a soft kiss.
He looked worried, and her brows furrowed. Why did he look so anxious?
“When you see my wish…” he held her hand to his chest, and she could feel his heart beating wildly, making her nerves raise as well. “Promise me you won’t laugh, okay?”
She breathed out the breath she didn’t realize she was holding. Was that it? Sarada laughed. “What did you wish for? A year supply of Thunder Burger?”
Boruto laughed and helped her onto the tracks. “That’s a good one, but maybe I’ll wish for that next year instead.”
The old man was opening up the lantern and instructed Boruto to hold on to one corner, and Sarada on the other side. She looked at the side facing her and laughed. “You wrote my name?”
Boruto blinked and his cheeks colored a cute shade of pink. “I told you not to laugh!”
Too late. She laughed all the more. Her boyfriend really was too silly. Why would he wish for her when she was already his?
Boruto handed the old man his phone, and the two of them smiled. the first side on the photo was Sarada’s list of wishes for her parents and friends, as well as her career. Once the old man told them to switch sides, her name came into view, and Boruto blushed some more. Sarada was laughing as the old man took the photo. They turned the side, and it was Sarada’s wish for the two of them. It was her turn to blush now, and Boruto laughed nervously.
“Okay, last side!” The old man said. “Turn it!”
And when Sarada turned the lantern and read Boruto’s wish, her knees went weak.
Sarada to say, “yes.”
She covered her mouth and found Boruto looking at her, his cheeks all red, looking so shy. He was smiling and slowly, held up a ring with a single diamond in the middle.
Tears pooled at the corner of her eyes. “Oh God…”
The old man kept taking photos and Boruto let go of his side to kneel in front of her, holding the ring up. Sarada dropped the lantern and covered her face. Her cheeks were burning up and a rush of emotions of filled her entire body.
She didn’t write the wish down, they didn’t even light the lantern yet and let it fly into the sky—hell, the first week of the new year wasn’t even over yet and Boruto was already fulfilling the wish she so badly wanted.
How could she say anything else other than, “Yes.”
Boruto also looked ready to cry once he heard her answer. She extended her left hand to him and he placed the ring on her finger. Once he rose to his feet, Sarada threw her arms around his neck and gave him a warm hug. “This is what I wanted to write.”
Boruto wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her cheek. “No need to write it now.”
The old man was still taking pictures and filming. He had the biggest smile on his face. After giving them a moment, “Do you want to lift the lantern now?”
They both let go of each other and he helped light the lantern. Boruto and Sarada took a picture holding the lantern in place as it hovered above their heads. They took another one after watching the lantern float up to the sky.
Like the lantern, Sarada felt as if her heart was floating up in the sky. Boruto kept his hand in hers the entire time, the blush on his face was starting to look permanent. It was so cute, and so sweet of him. Part of herself also couldn’t believe they were already engaged.
“Did you ask my parents about it?” Sarada looked at his face, and grinned when he pouted.
“Of course I did. Sensei scared me for a bit, but I think he was really happy.”
Sarada chuckled. That sounded exactly like her Papa. “And Mama was okay with it, too?”
Now, Boruto’s mood lifted. “Yeah! She didn’t even look surprised.”
They both stared at each other for a few moments before they burst out laughing. She didn’t expect any less from her mother.
As the afternoon progressed, they took more photos together and ate their way through the old street. Sarada enjoyed her time eating and just being with her fiancé. So much that she forgot all about her work and phone.
Once they were on the train going back to Ruifang, Boruto had slightly dozed off, and she made him lean on her shoulder as she looked out the window. Her pocket vibrated and she pulled her phone out. A quick glance at her screen revealed a number of emails and texts from work.
“What does the office want this time?” Boruto asked, sleepily.
Sarada turned her phone off and placed it in her bag. She then leaned on his head and replied, “it can wait. I’m on vacation with my fiancé.”
A goofy grin spread on his face. “It feels so good for you to call me that, ya know? I still can’t believe it.”
He lifted his head and wrapped an arm around her. It was Sarada’s turn to lean on him. “Well, get used to it. I’ll be calling you that for months.”
Boruto kissed the top of her head. “I can’t wait until you call me something else. Maybe I’ll raise another lantern for it,” he joked.
Sarada felt her cheeks fill with heat and she responded, “You just need to be patient. You don’t need to wish for it anymore.”
“My wish was already granted.”
She lifted her head and gave him a funny look.
“I wished for you to be mine and you already said you were.”
She rolled her eyes, but then she smiled. “I was always yours to begin with.” She watched his eyes go wide and his face turn as red as a tomato.
“Dammit!” He whined dramatically. “I just wasted a hundred-fifty then!”
Sarada facepalmed. “Stop ruining the moment!”
Boruto laughed heartily and it melted her heart to see him so happy. “I’m just so excited, ya know? Imagine, you’ll be calling me your husband and I’ll be calling you my wife.” He sighed dreamily. “My younger self is celebrating right now.”
It was her turn to laugh. She was also excited and couldn’t wait to start calling him her husband, too. She cuddled closer to him and felt thankful that her year was starting to look great.
A/N: Thank you for reading!
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