Sarada paced in her room and glanced at the clock. It read 5:47 – only two minutes have passed since she last looked. She was ready to tear her hair out. Letting out a loud sigh, she laid down on her bed and let her legs dangle over the side as she spread her arms. Who cares if she wrinkles her dress? When it’s either the dress or her sanity—it was an obvious choice. Her nerves were getting the best of her, and she really needed to calm down before Kagura arrived. Slowly, Sarada removed her glasses and closed her eyes.
Breathe in, breathe out. She told herself.
You don’t need to be so tense, ya know?
A gasp escaped her lips, and she abruptly sat up. Her room looked blurry, and that made her head spin slightly. Sarada let out a groan as she planted her face into her palm.
Why was it Boruto’s voice she heard? Regardless of the reason, it helped calm her down.
Until she heard the doorbell, that is.
The sound snapped her out of her thoughts. Kagura must have already arrived. Hastily, she picked up her glasses and put them on before she exited her room. Her steps were light, and quick. She wanted to beat her parents to answering the door. Once she reached the top of the stairs, she froze. Her mother has already opened the door for Kagura. Sarada swallowed the lump that formed in her throat.
She watched her mother accept a large bouquet of stargazers from Kagura, who was now scratching the back of his neck, looking embarrassed. Sakura seemed to be laughing, and invited him into the house, only to stop a few steps in, as her father has joined the picture. Sarada didn’t realize she had stopped breathing at this point. She was too far away to hear anything of their conversation.
Kagura bowed, and once he got up, Sasuke extended his hand which Kagura took to shake. Sarada took this as her cue to come down the stairs, and all eyes were on her.
“Hello.” She smiled at her boyfriend. Slowly, she looked at her mother and father and grinned. “Well, I guess you’re already introduced…”
Sakura only giggled. Perhaps her mother had sensed her nervousness. “You all go to the living room first, while I put these lovely flowers in a vase.”
“Hn.” Sasuke trailed behind his wife, leaving the two in the foyer.
Sarada let go of the breath she was holding and slumped her shoulders down. That was one bullet dodged. Now, she just had to survive the dinner and make sure everything went smoothly.
“Thanks for inviting me, Sarada-chan.”
She whirled around and smiled brightly. “Of course. Only fair you meet my parents, since I’ve already met yours.” She placed her hands on her hips and gave him a smug smile. “And you got Mama flowers? What, I don’t get any?”
Kagura laughed. “Sorry about that. I guess I was too nervous and I forgot. I’ll make it up to you next time.”
She rolled her eyes, but kept her smile on her face, and then led him to the living room.
It wasn’t long until Sakura called out for the two of them. Sasuke sat at the head of the table. Sakura and Sarada sat to his right, while Kagura sat to his left. It was quite a strange arrangement, but she was glad she was sitting next to her mother. Sakura had caught Sarada fidgeting with the fabric of her skirt. She held on to her hand under the table and gave her a soft, reassuring smile. Sarada felt her nerves wash away and she returned her mother’s kindness with a soft smile of her own.
She turned to face Kagura, who was apparently deep in conversation with her father about current events and the state of their nation’s economic progress. She smirked. Sasuke was not one to talk much, but he seemed to have enjoyed Kagura’s inputs. Leave it to her Papa to talk about the safe and boring stuff. Her mother was the one who liked to ask the bone-chilling questions, anyway.
“Where did you two meet?”
“How many dates have you gone on?”
“Have you two kissed yet?”
And quite possibly the worst, but Sarada was glad her father stopped his wife before she finished her sentence, “Have you two been using–”
“Sakura, I think it’s time for dessert.”
Kagura was sweating bullets, and he looked all too relieved that he was saved. Sarada released a sigh of relief, too, but even she looked like she was ready to shit herself.
Sakura giggled and stood up. “Alright, darling.”
Sarada knew her father hated sweets. But it looked like he hated learning about her sex life even more if he was willing to eat cake instead of prolonging the conversation. She would have to have a word with her mother about that soon. Or maybe not. Sakura Uchiha was relentless when it came to speaking about safe sex. She was a medical professional, afterall.
After the dinner, the couple returned to their bedroom. Sakura approached her dresser and removed her earrings. “Well, Kagura-kun was nice, wasn’t he?”
“Hn.” Sasuke made a move to go to the bathroom.
“Hey.” Sakura placed her hands on her hips. “What’s with that reaction?”
Sasuke looked back over his shoulder and replied blandly, “He’s nice.”
Sakura grinned, obviously appeased that her husband thought so, too.
Her smile melted away. “What do you mean?”
He shrugged. “He’s perfect.”
“And that’s supposed to be bad? Or are you just surprised she didn’t bring Boruto home?”
Sasuke froze. “Hn.”
His wife was as sharp as always. He turned back and padded towards the bathroom. That Karatachi boy was the perfect boyfriend to bring home, and he seemed to have a lot of things in common with Sarada. But there was a gnawing feeling that Sasuke had in the pit of his stomach that something wasn’t right.
He hated to admit it–and he never will–but he always knew that his daughter and his idiotic best friends’ son shared a strong bond with each other. He always thought that they would one day get together, and he would need to act surprised that it happened because it was all too clear that the two teenagers were far too dense to realize it themselves.
“Are you worried about Boruto and Sarada?”
He did not reply. He only pulled his wife close to his chest and held her near. She returned his embrace and reassured him. “I’m sure she’ll figure it out.”
And he knew Sarada would–with all his heart, he knew his daughter would do the right thing and realize things soon enough. He just hoped that for whatever reason she chose Kagura, she was at least sincere with her feelings towards him.
A/N: Nothing flies by Sasuke, does it? What on earth is going on with Sarada? Any guesses, anyone? heh heh heh.