Sarada felt uncomfortable ...
The last few months her little problems had escalated to an unexpected level. Her work was going well, she trained hard and despite everything, she had free time to devote to her relationship with Bolt. However, in family matters she was having more problems than usual.
From a very young age, she had understood that her father would not be the typical man of the house, as if it happened in almost all families. Her mother had raised her practically alone, and only when she graduated from the ninja academy, from time to time Sasuke Uchiha deigned to officiate as a father, more interested in the ninja attitudes of her daughter and in any other aspect .
When he returned to the village, (the least amount of time relative to his travels) Sasuke had trained his daughter mostly in sharingan matters. Sarada had been very happy when at age 10 she awakened her inheritance. She thought, and so far she had been wrong, that this would definitely unite her family. But Sasuke didn't know what it meant to be a father or a husband. And he had also shown thorough signs of not being interested in learning either.
Sarada also, when she was about 12 years old, she could begin to notice the sadness of her mother. Sakura had done her best to hide it, but her daughter was increasingly grasping the bad relationship between her parents. She even wondered if there was a better time when she was a newborn. Because when it came to being close, it could hardly be explained that she had not been born without a spontaneous generation technique.
By age 15, all Kunoichi received practical and / or theoretical lessons on sex and seduction. The most dangerous weapon of women, was their ability to bend the will of their targets, long before thinking about combat. Sarada knew that her sharingan could serve as an amplifier of her seduction. Throwing her target into subtle Genjutsu, to make him want her too badly, to refuse to die. She received valuable lessons, but she also had to endure the bitterness of discovering a new world inside her home.
Her father and her mother did not understand each other. He was a man, whose need for the opposite sex seemed practically nil. She was a very passionate woman, who curiously saw her true being restricted when her husband was close to her. Sarada had noticed that her mother laughed and spoke much more effusively when her father was not in Konoha. It wasn't that she didn't want him, nor that she didn't miss him. Merely her actual personality, she was intimidated by the presence of Sasuke Uchiha. By who knows what matter, in the mind in the doctor Kunoichi.
Little by little, Sarada began to notice that her mother's tantrums were directly proportional to the nights where she did not see her desire to be satisfied with her. Sarada suspected, between data from the lessons and reading her gestures, that her father did not meet the sexual level of expectation that the hairy woman had had. Ergo, the next day Sakura was in a spirit of hell. And for a change, Sasuke made it all very easy. He would simply pack his backpack, gather his supplies, and leave for months away from home.
However, one situation seemed to want to turn the routine around. And the situation would not improve at all with that change. Sarada and Bolt, knowing each other since before the academy. They began to see each other as much more than just friends. It was inevitable. Bolt was handsome, brave, and very attentive to her. He had a strange mix of coldness in his movements, and confidence in his steps. With that volcanic character that arose from his soul, like an explosion from hell. Furthermore, he was the son of the Hokage and all the girls literally died to win his heart.
Sarada didn't know how to express what she was feeling to him. She was afraid of rejection from her, she was afraid of losing not only the boy she liked, but also the friend that she would always be. So, in desperate measure, she tried to use her sharingan on her Bolt to help seduce him. However, the result was not at all expected. The blonde realized immediately, although Sarada did not know how, and she smiled at him amused. They had finished training in a remote field, and were getting ready to rest for a while when she tried her maneuver:
-Why are you trying to use your eyes on me, Sarada-chan? –He said approaching her and trapping her against a tree in the training ground- you know that's not legal….
-B… Bolt-kun… I didn't mean…
-Oh yes ... -he smiled bringing her face closer to a girl who was shuddering and blushing- I know your technique, you have told me about her months ago. From your classes to Kunoichi. What were you looking for in my mind?
She would never tell! She was dying of embarrassment. She didn't want to see anything of her mind! She wanted to put an order inside her! I WANT BOLT-KUN! LOVE ME AS I LOVE YOU! She felt herself dying of disgust when other Kunoichi tried to get the blonde Uzumaki's attention. She was going crazy and she wanted to kill them. How to control those feelings?
"I didn't want anything ..." she barely stammered, and the boy's face was very close.
-Do you want to know what I feel? –He consulted very softly, guessing incredibly- what do you make me feel? Or do you want to cheat on me?
-I don't… -She didn't know what to say, she really was about to cheat him, at least on an unconscious level- I don't want… you to be with any other girl. You just have to be with me!
Sarada was 15 years old then. And she had yelled in the face of the beloved boy, who did not want to share her smile with anyone. That no girl had to have the right to see him, much less even touch him! I just wanted it to be for her. Bolt Uzumaki must be just for her.
"I know well ..." she whispered, when Bolt's lips were too close for her sanity, "I'm not the prettiest." My body is not… .it is… like that of…
-Sarada-chan ... -the blonde replied, already serious, and caressing the young woman's cheek- you are as attractive and beautiful as she wishes. You don't have to use the sharingan against me. You don't need it.
And after those words. The first kiss for Sarada Uchiha. Under a huge tree, in a training ground far from the village. The first kiss for those who could no longer remain friends. The first, but not the last.
Sarada would never forget when she ran that day, straight to her parents' house. Like the illusion of reciprocated love, she had so sweetened his soul that she couldn't bear a second without laughing. Bolt wanted her! Bolt had chosen her above all! NO TRICKS! WITHOUT CHEATS!
However, in her own home he encountered the next obstacle to her happiness. Sakura, her mother, had smiled at him with the greatest possible sincerity. It was not indifferent to Sarada, that her mother said she did not get along with Bolt at all. Apparently the hairy woman believed that the young blond hated her or something similar. When Sarada had never witnessed any aggression from hers, now her boyfriend to her mother. And as for her father. Although she was not in the house when the matter happened, Sakura had communicated the good news of her by bird message. And the Uchiha showed up the next day. He had practically crossed the world in 24 hours. All to reprove the relationship with that sullenness that characterized him:
"I don't think this is the time for dating nonsense…" Sasuke told him the next night, "you're still very green as a ninja." You need to train full time, if you ever want to be Jounnin.
"So ..." Sarada replied lowering her head, "he has crossed the country in one day, all to tell me that he does not approve of my happiness." Is that Oto-sama saying?
Sakura made an annoyed gesture. It was true that she seemed to have problems with Bolt in a personal way, but she also admitted that Sarada had never received more than sweetness and good treatment from the blonde. And that was what mattered for the moment.
-Naruto will think the same ... - Sasuke told him not knowing how to hide what really bothered him - you're still young. So forget about this.
"She is 15 years old ..." Sakura pointed out, coming to the defense of her daughter "since she left the academy, you know well that she is no longer a child.
They were basically talking about her profession. Sarada was a ninja. A 15-year-old Chunnin. She with many missions on her back, and she did not lack the motive in them to kill. She had stolen, she had fought, she had killed. And she couldn't she have a boyfriend? What delusional world did Sasuke live in? Things stayed there for the moment. But the next day, Sasuke went looking for Naruto to get his support.
Unfortunately for the Uchiha, the disappointment would be capitalized when Naruto did not even consider intervening in the relationship of the young people. He told her, that he respected Bolt and knew him well enough to know that he would never harm Sarada. Then it was Sasuke, who had to find another method to maintain a bit of sanity.
Days later, Sarada during training with her father received her "authorization" to continue their courtship. However, there was a clear warning on an intimate matter:
-Sarada ...
-Yes Oto-sama…?
-Although your mother, and Bolt's parents agree with the relationship, I will give you a warning about it ...
The girl looked down, too intimidated by the presence of her father. She could hardly believe that she had responded to him long ago, when Sasuke first exposed her refusal to courtship.
-women, all Uchiha women in the history of the clan, arrived with their virtue intact at marriage. It is a gift that only the Hyuuga clan also possesses. By clan agreements with the village.
Sarada didn't know what to think. But she was not surprised by the situation. She, and the girls of the Hyuuga clan had been the only ones who did not force them to the practical type classes in seduction. Nor had the Hokage's daughter been imposed such training.
-You know I don't approve of you being distracted from training because of Naruto's son. However, I will not intervene again. But you are forbidden to have physical intimacy with him, until you decide and make a marital commitment. If you disobey… .I will take care of killing him.
Sarada was 15 years old at the time, and her face took on the color of ripe tomatoes. Never had her father spoken as deeply as she did at that moment. Kami! She was talking about sex! Sarada felt a lot of shame. It was a matter that she planned to consult with her mother. At the time of it. Not now, that she was only 15 years old!
Since that warning, the routines in the Uchiha household returned to her wits. Sasuke was going back to his travels, and Sakura tried to make her daughter believe that she was happy with the situation. Right now, almost two years after the affair, Sarada was feeling a bit uncomfortable remembering her father's ban. Some of her friends, who had a boyfriend just like her, had already had at least one "special" night. They were all ninjas, they could all die on any mission. Why not enjoy love as soon as you can? Later, if she survived long enough, she would talk to each other of marriage.
But Sarada couldn't defy her father's warnings. She had to put a limit on Bolt, and she was counting on the fortune that the boy had agreed to wait for her. Surely the Uzumaki, she thought she still didn't feel ready to have the first time from her. Even so, it had been difficult to limit him in her kisses and caresses. Because Bolt kept trying whenever she could.
In addition, the problems in her house increased by the week. Her mother was a very beautiful woman. And her daily smiles gave Sarada troubling clues about her changing mood. Although it seemed impossible, Sakura was happier and more satisfied when Sasuke was gone, than when he returned to Konoha. Something had changed, Sarada sensed it. But the world of the Shinobi is complicated. Reading Kunoichi's gestures was quite difficult.
However, the Uchiha girl's intuition, coupled with her personal experiences with her boyfriend Bolt hers, made him suspect something terrible. Although it seems impossible. Sakura Uchiha, her mother… .was having an affair. Or at the very least, there was another man in her life. A man who could completely destroy her family.
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Exactly a month had passed since that night of fire at the Uchiha house. The situation was maneuvered in totally normal lanes despite everything. Bolt had not stopped seeing Sakura, despite all the risk involved in continuing with this adventure. Tactically speaking, he was causing the personal effect that he had tried to avoid with his initial intervention.
He was supposed to get Sasuke Uchiha's wife away from the Hokage's hands. The reason was to avoid a fight between both Shinobi and consequent destabilization of the peace in Konoha. But, despite having achieved the first objective, he now had that same woman as his own mistress. Ergo, even Sasuke could find out he was being cheated on, and wreak havoc.
Bolt knew perfectly his own abilities, and had studied enough to understand that subjects like Sasuke or the Hokage who was his father, were not "manageable" in an even combat. Basically, the eternal Magenkyo sharingan made Sakura's husband almost invincible. And his pride would be seriously injured, if he ever found out that his wife had long belonged to someone else. To put it simply, he had targeted his father, to expose himself.
Bolt prejudged that his father despite the strained relationship, would not allow Sasuke to murder him. But how would he take the situation, when he found out that Bolt had fucked the woman he had wanted all his life, without being able to have?
The sensible thing to do would have been to cut the relationship. Before he knew anyone else. Rather than by bad fortune, change of routine, or by a mission shorter than calculated, some of the main stakeholders will find out. Bolt was not a coward, but he had to admit that the last few times he was in the Uchiha house fucking Sakura, he had had an unpleasant chill at the sound of the wind at the window. Or wood creak on the outside. They imagine? Sarada, or maybe Sasuke watching the Hokage's son, gave the hostess the ass. In his own bed. An incredible show.
At the same time, whatever Bolt might feel forewarned or worried about, Sakura seemed to experience the exact opposite. She was becoming more and more daring. She was less and less concerned about being discovered. She was less and less restrained in her desire to find free moments to fuck with Bolt. And although the boy might imagine that he was getting into serious trouble by not cutting off the relationship in time. He also had desires too strong for Sakura, to ignore them and become distant from her again. Furthermore, his work for the root ANBU was not finished. And she Sakura could unleash a real disaster with her jealousy if she was not willing to accept a cut in the clandestine relationship. She had to be handled carefully for the moment.
Therefore, seeing that her "lover" did not waver in taste. Bolt Uzumaki began using his best abilities to keep the relationship a complete secret. He always carried various seals of silence among his things. He had extra clothes on hand and several drinkable excuses in case someone required it. He knew by heart the mission itinerary of both his own team, as well as Sarada's. With which he knew exactly the days when his girlfriend was not in the village. He had taken precautions not to go after Sakura, while the young Uchiha was near her. The night he rained heavily, Sakura had given Sarada a sleeping pill and that worked perfect. But Bolt hadn't allowed that maneuver to become frequent. One, because the ninjas tended to accustom the body to any drug or poison, reducing the power of effect. And two, because surprising was the best way to never get caught with your pants down.
To surprise….
A type of virtue that most ninjas did not properly respect….
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He entered the morgue like so many other times. He knotted his pink hair, tame it as usual in a ponytail at the back. He put on a blue robe, long disposable gloves and finally opened the huge parchment of seals, to remove the corpse stored there.
Sakura Uchiha, it was several years since she took care of these tasks. She liked lab work, and even she was currently taking regular shifts at the general hospital, like she was in her student years. The current category of her Jounnin her, she had all the merits and considerations that she could wish for. Naruto as Hokage, the clan council and all her fellow ninja-doctors, granted her a level of total respect. She was not only one of Tsunade Senju's heirs, but also the wife of the recognized second strongest Shinobi in Konoha.
However, to her initial surprise, some ANBU hunters knocked on her door that morning. The Hokage himself had sent for her to attend a mission of the highest priority. Everything was tinged with a strange hue to Sakura's gaze. She dressed formally, and even had the urge to carry both medical supplies and some of her chemical weapons. She knew that a portakunais wouldn't do her much good. She still retained her monstrous strength, so ninja weapons wouldn't change her equation in case of danger. However, her talent in her laboratory had created more than just soldier and stun pills.
As she walked through the corridors of the Hokage tower, Sakura analyzed that the whole general situation was, to say the least, worrying. Did she have to do with Sasuke? Had something happened to him on her current mission, and did Naruto want to tell her personally? It would be terrible for Sarada. Much more, than for Sakura herself.
Suddenly an icy sensation ran down her spine. Would she have to do with Bolt? No, that could not be. That was definitely not supposed to be! What would Naruto's reaction be? if it really happened. It was something that Sakura knew perfectly well, it was unforgivable.
When she stopped to think she was doing it with Bolt, she had been doing it for the last few months, every rational zone in the hairy woman went off like fire alarms. It was not only questionable from a moral point of view. Breaking absolutely all the barriers that should have stopped the madness. Respect her wedding vows, a boy turned into her lover. That this young man could not only be her son because of her age, but he was also the boyfriend of her own daughter. And as she cherry to the wicked dessert, it was the son of Naruto Uzumaki. Konoha's Hokage, a lifelong friend of hers, and a man who had always cared for her.
She entered the office, the guards escorting her did not accompany the movement. Even the ANBU hunters guarding inside her simply stepped out at her entrance, closing after her group departure from her.
-Sakura-chan ... -Naruto said serious as a grave- what I have to tell you, is something very difficult.
"Sasuke" thought the hairy one, slowly approaching her desk that separated her from the blonde. Was Sasuke really dead? Who could finish it?
-A misfortune happened, -Naruto pointed out- a dead man. Someone known.
-Naruto, you're making me nervous. She clarified, smiling barely because of the tension.
-We found a few kilometers from the village, Kiba Inuzuka. –She said with the gloomiest gesture Sakura had ever seen - he was dead.
-murdered? A mission gone wrong?
-I do not know. Nobody knows. –Announced the Hokage- he has no serious injuries. There are also no signs of battle in the vicinity. But considering that he is the son of a clan leader. And our friend ...
"And our friend ..." she repeated mechanically, as if accompanying that pain that Naruto seemed to have.
"I have to put all the resources I have," continued the leader, "to find out exactly what happened. I need someone who is totally trustworthy. Someone who can do an autopsy, and tell me first. What you need to know about this case.
Sakura got the hint right away. Tsume Inuzuka would be devastated. She would be looking for culprits. And the age of Kiba, did not allow to think about a natural death. Autopsy reports could point to a key clue. The question was, where would the accusing fingers of the evidence point?
-I need someone I trust Sakura-chan… -Naruto confided approaching her as he walked around her desk-I need… to know first of all, whatever happened.
There was no more to clarify, Naruto suspected that someone belonging to Konoha had killed Kiba. But he had no evidence to support it. Would it be true? An inside job? A personal revenge? Kiba was not characterized by his sympathy in several of the most powerful circles in the village. Also, being an incurable womanizer. He had probably messed with the wrong woman. A crime of passion? Some spiteful Kunoichi who decided to kill Kiba in revenge? Some boyfriend or husband jealous enough to decide to end his "rival"?
"If there are no signs of battle," Sakura said trying to stay calm, "it's too early to accuse anyone." I have to see the body.
"I agree," Naruto added, "you will have exclusive access to the corpse."
Half an hour later, at a more advisable time to sleep than another matter. Sakura entered the sealed room 4 of the underground morgue, in the hospital of the leaf. In solitude, she dedicated herself to preparing Kiba's corpse and going over every basic detail. Covering all known aspects of the cause of death. She worked diligently, such was her habit. Sakura could focus her energy in a single point as if it were a ray of sunlight. That allowed him to discover not only the cause of death in Kiba, but clues to the circumstances that led to that end.
When she went out on the street again, it was after 10 in the morning. Sakura felt tired, that concentration to the smallest detail took a prodigious toll on her in mental fatigue. Besides, her heart was in a lot of pain. There was no greater harm to her than discovering a murder hidden in what would appear to be accidental death. What should she say to Naruto? Just the corresponding forensic report? Make her aware of his suspicions about some "details" on the corpse?
By the time she was in the Hokage's office, her mind and heart had long struggled to make a decision. One that could change her life, and her family's forever. Her duty as Kunoichi, against her personal preservation. A difficult decision. A decision to try to see, through the disappointments.
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-Onii-chan ... I brought you some cookies ...
Bolt was patiently studying the reports of him in the room. Generally, he received no visitors when he shut himself up in his private room. His mother never bothered her, nor did his father whose stay in the Uzumaki household could only be described as "meager". However, his sister Himawari had the only access allowed. She knocked lightly, and receiving her consent, slid the door of the room to enter him. She brought with her a plate of homemade cookies. Also on her tray, two glasses of hot tea made the snack look amazing. Bolt was never bothered by the presence of his sister. And much less if he brought delicious food.
-Can I stay here with you? –The young woman asked him, with that characteristic sweetness- I promise not to disturb Onii-chan.
She smiled like the sun, and Bolt always liked that. Since they were children, they had had an almost perfect spiritual harmony. They never fought, they never argued. His little sister didn't have much age difference with him, and they were very close. Years in the dark of training with Root did not change Bolt's treatment of Himawari. And if that hadn't worked, nothing would.
-Delicious ... -said the blond after biting a cookie- Did Ka-san prepare them?
-Not this time ... -he pointed out- I had a little time after my last mission. Ka-san is visiting the Hyuuga. So I thought I would cook this for you. Onii-chan.
Bolt was sitting in front of a small desk that he used to work. There he planned and re-read the data about his missions. He wasn't afraid of her sister sniffing at her, since she used to lower her head and turn red as a tomato every time someone stared at her for a while. Besides, Hima knew perfectly well that her brother liked her privacy. She would never look at anything he didn't want!
-What's wrong Nee-san? Bolt finally asked him, drinking some of the delicious tea. "Do you need to talk to me about something?"
She, sitting in the only other chair in the room, clasped both hands on her lap and blushed even more. It was evident that the homemade cookies and tea came with intentions greater than mere company:
-I… well… .no….
She began to babble. That surprised Bolt quite a bit. He had never babbled when they were alone. What happened to him? Bolt stopped what he was doing to tend to her. His sister seemed to need it. And she would always be there to protect her. Poor that idiot who wanted to harm her! That she was left for dead.
-etto… -Himawari whispered softly- I like… someone.
-Okay Hima ... -he smiled softly, although surprised- tell me ...
She needed encouragement. She needed the support of her brother, and Bolt would always be there. His relationship with his only sister was the only pure bond he had.
"I was thinking ..." she hesitated shyly "Inojin-kun seems to me ... attractive." And I think he likes me too.
-Of course he likes you Nee-san… -said Bolt smiling and taking her by both hands happily- I think you should follow your heart. I will always be with you. Decide what you decide.
-Do you think ... our parents would mind?
-What difference does it make?! Bolt burst out barely angrily, "they have no right to direct our feelings!" I will protect you from whoever it is! –She reaffirmed with determination- you simply tell them what you feel. After all, they are friends with Inojin's parents. And if they bother you in any way… .I will see to it that they see reason.
After those optimistic words. Himawari made a gesture that Bolt found strange. She smirked at the support, but at the same time she didn't seem entirely satisfied with the situation. She maybe she thought the Hokage would cry out to heaven. Or that her mother would be upset she hadn't been the first to know about her. Bolt Uzumaki cared little. She wanted the happiness of his sister. He wanted her like nothing else in her life. When she looked into Himawari's eyes, she felt at home. He felt human and family.
What value can be placed on that?
Boruto Uzumaki had to get out of his own house, put on a mask, and pretend small. Just a random Chunnin. Besides, he had dirty missions to do. Murder, steal and cheat. He had to be very careful with his parents. He had to be very careful not to give away his personal abilities, or his relationship with Sarada's mother. He had too much on his mind, not to feel in a refuge when his cute little sister came to seek his complicity. Wasn't it worth working to keep her safe? Wasn't it worth sacrificing anything to see her happy?
For that reason, Bolt felt he had no limits. Let everyone take it as they want. For his sister, and for the rest of his family even against wills, he must remain Root. So that the leaves continue to live in peace.
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"I have reviewed the information several times Naruto," Sakura said in a private meeting in the Hokage's office, "although at first, it may seem like a dubious death." It is clear to me, that Kiba Inuzuka was killed.
Naruto listened to her with full attention. The seriousness of the matter did not allow that anything beyond, could happen when looking away. Sakura was an expert, along with Shizune and some ninja doctors from other villages, they were the best in the field of medicine. If she was claiming that Kiba had been attacked, defeated, and killed. Indeed she was.
-What type of attack does not leave external wounds? –Asked the blond who had already seen preliminary information. Even certain internal damage hits like the Junken leave some kind of mark. How could someone kill him without physical contact?
-I'm not an expert in soft palm techniques, -announced Sakura placing her reports on Naruto's desk- but I can affirm after doing the autopsy, that the veins and arteries that communicate to the heart, were closed by an attack as precise as mortal.
-But how did they do it?
-That I can't assure you. I only have a few clues that bring us closer to a version of the attack type. Kiba has traces of skin on his nails, a clear sign that he clung to his killer moments before falling dead. The attack was frontal, at close range and with high precision. The blow did not allow his rival to take distance, but at the same time Kiba was dead from the moment of receiving the attack. The veins and arteries closed with precision, leaving a single access of the blood to the heart. His blood simply pooled to bursting from within. It was horrible.
That was the exact moment, in which Shizune entered the office to interrupt. Naruto was notified of a clan council meeting in a few hours. There they had to give the news about the matter of Kiba's death, among other important issues of the village. Naruto received the information from Shizune, and sat behind his desk visibly dejected. The problems were mounting at a rate he could barely control, even with the help of his clones.
Finally, when they were alone in the office again, Naruto rehearsed the one question for which he still had no answer:
-Sakura Chan…. Do you have any idea who would want to kill Kiba in this village?
It was time to say it. It was the precise moment where Sakura could conjure up a couple of nights ago. Where she had a sexual encounter with Bolt. Where she could notice sharp claw marks on the young man's shoulders. He had said it was training, but now Sakura could boast that those wounds came from Kiba's hands. Why did he do it to her? How could she take an expert Shinobi like Kiba Inuzuka by surprise? What was the reason for that murder? Was it for an order? Who gave you that order? Naruto would be the last to do so. Otherwise, he wouldn't have bothered so much to find out at the autopsy about that death. So what was the reason for that death? Had it really been Bolt? Or was it all the result of a great coincidence?
-Have you really done it? Sakura wondered inside, while she answered the Hokage that she had no idea about the identity of the murderer- Why did you do it? How did you do it?
-Then we must be careful, from now on Sakura-chan. –Said Naruto seriously- maybe this attack was just the beginning of everything. I must warn all clans. This can get out of control very quickly, if someone begins to suspect an insider attack. Although it does not seem like a Hyuuga attack, it is the only clan that can perform something similar. Suspicions will cause us serious problems.
-Whoever it is ... -said the hairy one cautiously- she could have received orders to commit the act. No one who commits a crime out of passion can have this level of precision. He would have attacked openly, without bothering to pass it off as a doubtful death.
-It's all Sakura-chan… -Naruto agreed reflecting- I have to ask you a favor. Don't comment on your work at the morgue. I must make inquiries in certain places, before giving an answer to the council of clans. It seems like the work is never done around here. Truth?
He smiled reluctantly, Naruto looked overwhelmed by responsibilities. Sometimes Sakura wondered if that "dream" of her old friend of hers was not something she should never have longed for. How do you know? Sometimes the decisions that mark life must be chosen to finally realize the mistakes made. And learn to deal with the consequences.
As Sakura retreated from the Hokage tower, she evoked that thought in herself. For many years, she had tried to deal with her own decisions. With the man she chose as her husband, with the family that she tried to form. For too long she had tried to bear the weight of her decisions. And she might have remained tied to them to the end.
But everything changed violently.
She could blame Boruto at first, but right now, she wasn't so sure that young Uzumaki was the cause of all the trouble to come. First of all, if she hadn't been flirting with Naruto, her son wouldn't have been inclined to blackmail and rape her. Was it really rape? It was true that at first he was not spoiled, but her body had quickly taken a liking to that addictive and voracious sex.
Boruto had not been what she appeared to be. He didn't hate her, at least not completely. He wanted her badly and he was bold enough to take her. Even more! He had the audacity to continue to keep her satisfied as her lover, and to play a dangerous game of cat and mouse with the rest of the Uchiha. If Sarada found out, it would be a big problem. If Sasuke found out, it would be straight up a disaster.
The point was, dealing with the consequences.
Did Sakura want to go back to the life of a bored and unsatisfied housewife? Did she want her to keep a distance from the only man who had been "man" enough to tame her body? Could she perhaps pretend that nothing had happened? if everything were to go back to the way it was, there were still some further questions to be resolved.
Who really was Bolt Uzumaki?
It was evident that a normal Chunnin, he could not have committed such a murder without leaving a trace. Furthermore, that mysterious technique that he had used was an art that only the Hyuuga possessing the Byakugan could sketch. Still, the blow had been so precise, it surpassed Junken.
-Those scratches….-Sakura thought arriving at her house and getting things ready for lunch- I remember them well. They match the ones you had on Bolt's shoulders.
Sakura had a lot of experience with injuries. Lately, the first minutes of her encounters with Bolt, were to heal him from various injuries that were made in missions or training. Those scratches she remembered perfectly. They were private. Clearly sharp claws. Very sharp nails. Sakura had felt an internal sense of jealousy. Did Bolt fuck another woman? A slut with long nails? Had he fucked her so hard, that she had marked him that way? She consulted him for those scratches while she healed him, trying not to look jealous, but her response was always the same. "It was a training." And the following was a session of at least 4 hours of unforgettable sex. Bolt used his overpowering energy to hit all the right keys on Sakura's body. He had practically made her delirious. For that reason they were still entangled despite the danger.
Sakura was cooking, and her daughter had come to help her. Usually Sarada didn't bother to go through the area, but with some embarrassment, she had admitted a few days ago that she wanted to learn to cook at least the basics. She couldn't afford not to know how to do anything to eat.
-Ka-san… you are very strange lately.
-Ah? Easy daughter ... -the rose smiled a little nervous- it happens that, I slept little last night. I had to get up early for work at the hospital.
-They came looking for her very early. Something happened? It is not common for ANBUs to go through a doctor in their own home.
Very perceptive, as almost always. What Sarada could not see, was what she would never dare to expect from the people who were closest to her heart. That filled Sakura with guilt. How could she be doing this betrayal with Bolt? What would happen to her if she now decided to end that bond? Who was Bolt and what were his true abilities? Would he hurt Sarada in revenge at the end of the lover's agreement? What was hiding behind that soft smile and carefree look Naruto's son?
-A Jounnin died, -said the hairy to ward off bad thoughts- a friend of many years. He graduated from the same class as your father. The higher ups wanted me to give my opinion. That's all.
"But there is more ..." Sarada encouraged herself, encouraged by the conversation in that kitchen, "whenever Oto-sama comes home, you fight." And when he is away, you seem to live in another world. What is really happening Ka-san? Did you ...?
She was close, Sakura noticed nerves in her daughter. She had a general idea of the problem. And the mother only wished that she would never find out everything. But he had to tell her something. And maybe she confessing half the matter to him, it was better than keeping her in the dark. At least that way, she could give herself time to decide the best for the future. Her relationship with Bolt would end, it was inevitable. Finally, after sighing and letting the cut vegetables slide down the table into the boiling pot, the hairy girl took the courage to speak:
-For many years, I loved your father deeply. -She said with pity she to her daughter-and I never asked for anything. I wanted to make him happy, to be the best wife and mother. You know the story of the end of the war, and how Sasuke decided to return to our side. But…
-W… .but?
-Despite having you Sarada, -said her mother hugging her tight and deep- I can't remember another show of affection that your father has given me in all these years.
-Ka-san… .it can't be that way. –The stunned brunette whispered.
-the years passed, and we had to live alone. You remember? Do you remember your father's travels? He has been out of the village and away from us for almost all these years. He was never for you, he was never for me.
Sarada didn't know what to say. It wasn't like she didn't understand the situation. She herself was involved in that loneliness. But why? For what reason was it happening to her family? Why wasn't her father there to deny that separation?
-Let me tell you… .something very difficult for me. Hope you can understand. A couple of months ago… something happened that I'm not proud of, but it brought me back to life.
And Sakura began to speak. I needed to tell Sarada at least the beginning of everything. He had to make her understand. Or at least that she didn't hate her without understanding. She wouldn't tell him the identity of the man she was satisfying her, but at least she had to make him realize what was really going on. Before Sarada uses her sharingan, and she discovers much more than she could bear.
She had made a difficult decision. Perhaps pressured by circumstances. And as usual, she didn't know if she could deal with the consequences.
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"Bolt happened here ..." Naruto told him walking the forest area where Kiba Inuzuka's body had been found, "this is where I can find out the truth."
Boruto had received orders to accompany the Hokage. He initially thought his father was looking to start a workout routine. Talk a bit, while practicing and at the same time take a break from his office duties. The strange thing was that the original Hokage and not one of his clones had left the village with Bolt. Direct to some place away from everything and everyone. Without escorts, without much verbiage. The young Uzumaki never suspected that they would end up reaching the exact place, where he had murdered Kiba a couple of days ago.
-Kiba's body was found here. –The Hokage told him walking around the place with his hands behind his back- and there are no traces of smell or traces of the murderer from him. Someone attacked him right here. Just the exact moment where Akamaru was not accompanying his master.
Boruto realized that his father knew. He had no idea that he had missed his cover for the Hokage to know about, but there was also no other explanation for bringing him to the scene of the crime, and being as disgusted as he was. It was a shame he had found out. Bolt would have liked to keep the secret a little longer. The next mission could be in jeopardy from this stumble.
-And your point is ...?
-Why? –Naruto defined upset and confused- I need a good reason not to report you to the council of clans. Why did you do it son?
Bolt looked at his father neutrally, the Hokage's eyelids darkened. He had yellow amphibian eyes. Naruto Uzumaki was in hermit mode. It was like this, how he was able to grasp the chakra traces that Boruto had left days ago. He was the damn best tracker in Konoha. And he had discovered it for that. Bolt was able to hide the scent of him, also the trace of him and the evidence that could connect him to the attack. Kiba was supposed to meet one of his mistresses in that clearing in the forest. That is why he came alone.
Bolt had killed him, with a precise blow applied at close range and right in the area of the heart. The fact that Naruto had notion of the chakra of his son in the area, it did not mean anything. There were many methods to prevent everything from being known. Besides, it was precisely his father who had the hermit way with which he had been discovered. Was he really going to deliver it? Finally Boruto, decided to release the burden of accounts that he kept in his heart. He had never made manifest the contempt he had for his father. But the time had come to explain everything:
-Now you seem to see me well Oto-san… -Bolt smiled coldly- many years have passed. But you finally pay attention to me. Do you remember the first Chunnin exam I had? Where I was defeated and humiliated in front of an entire stadium. Where I did not get promoted, but up to a year later. -Naruto's gaze denoted surprise- don't look at me as if you remember him perfectly. After all ... in that fight that changed my life. You were present, and you don't even care to watch it.
And that was the beginning of it all. Of a long conversation that would bring nothing but misfortune. Bolt was forced to improvise a plan. His father had found out, and he had to do whatever it took to distract him. Time was running out, and Bolt decided to risk everything. Maybe he couldn't be as strong as his father was. But there was a title that he if he felt he could take away from him.
Be number 1, to surprise people.
End of chapter.