title: wanted rating: K+ characters/pairings: sakura, sasuke, naruto / mentions of sarada / implied sasusaku and naruhina summary: in which
sarada takes after her father and makes both of her parents very proud. author’s note: this just a fun short little piece inspired by a headcanon i came up with a few days ago disclaimer: naruto and its characters do not belong to me. all copy rights
reserved to shonen jump, tv tokyo and kishimoto.
“Naruto, there’d be a good reason for me to be
here, or Kami so help me, I’ll dismember you and feed your dick to Kurama.”
Needless to say, Uchiha Sakura did not like to be disturbed on her way home
from eight hours of stitching together recklessly injured shinobi. Especially
not via a slimy toad blocking the door to her office, croaking miserably as she packed up her belongings for the day when she had planned on heading some to her husband and relaxing.
“What she said.” Sasuke wasn’t any more
impressed with the blonde idiot. A rather large, mucus colored toad stuck to
his left leg and croaked incessantly whenever he took a step in the wrong
direction from the Hokage’s tower. He was tempted to just kill the little thing,
but reasoned that he’d rather not have the Ero-Sennin haunt him from his grave,
nor be sent to Mount Myoboku for a thousand years of toad-centered torture.
It was nearing 5PM and Naruto had called his
beloved friends and former teammates into the Hokage’s office for what he
designated to be an urgent meeting. Sasuke was convinced otherwise, seeing as
they’d been here for ten minutes and Naruto had done nothing but make instant
ramen and ask Shikamaru to remind him to pick up his dry-cleaning.
“Relax, Sakura-chan,” the blonde coaxed,
stirring the cup ramen, “It is important, that’s why I called you.”
He glares at Sasuke as he catches a kunai between his fingers, twirls it and sends it flying towards the wall behind him, before giving Sasuke the middle finger. Impatient bastard.
He shifts a hefty stack of papers—what Sasuke
presumes to be housing permits and budget plans, judging by the stamps—and reveals a
large book in brown leather casing.
“Due to the growing trust and allegiance with
the Five Kage, we’ve been able to create a bingo book the covers the span of
all five nations,” he starts, “This is the newest edition and it doesn’t just
list criminals; it prints commonly found flee-on-sight orders and bounty hunter
“So? You called us here for a bingo book,
Naruto?” Sakura chides. The rosette was far from impressed; the hospital would
surely receive the newest edition in a week’s time—why had Naruto interrupted
her night of wine and bubble baths with her husband for the sake of a bingo
“Yes, actually,” he slurps his noodles in
between speaking. “For one, both you and Teme are in it.”
The two Uchiha share a look, and stare back at
their friend, unfazed by his news. Sakura’s been aware of the bounty on her
head since the day she became Tsunade’s student—gang leaders, drug lords and
rogue ninja would give just about anything to have her dead, given her
impeccable medical mastery and ability to reduce any poison to water. Sasuke’s
been wanted—criminal or not—since he was eleven years old.
“Not as criminals, of course,” he spoke to Sasuke.
Naruto had worked long and hard to get him unlisted as a criminal in
the bingo book, but like Sakura, he couldn’t help the hefty bounty on his head
in exchange for his sharingan.
“Tch, get on with it, Naruto,” Sasuke growled,
looking away from him and growing impatient.
“How about you wait three seconds and let me,” he
snarled back. “You’d think you’d be a little more patient and willing to hear
about matters concerning your own daughter.”
“What about Sarada?” Both asked in unison.
Sasuke’s focus was sharp and deadly, Sakura’s head snapped up dangerously
quickly; the Uchiha didn’t fuck around when it came to their only child.
Worst case scenarios flooded Sasuke’s mind. He
knew he’d missed a large portion of Sarada’s childhood and prayed to Kami that
his absence didn’t lead her to take the same blind and vengeful path he had—he figured
it’d be nearly impossible; Sarada didn’t have the same dark ambitions he had as
a teenager, even if he wasn’t around to fully raise her, Sakura was, and under
no circumstances would she have lead their daughter down that dark road. It had
to be impossible. Sarada was a well-ranked kunoichi by Konoha standards, Naruto
even went so far as to call her the best in the village and name her Police
Come to think of it, Sarada had been out of the village for some time now. His seventeen-year-old daughter had embarked on a six-week long mission in Cloud. She’s leading a squad of ANBU and shinobi from the A-class Military
Police Force to infiltrate the headquarters of mad scientist who’d been taking
civilians and shinobi hostage from a nearby village, and performing experiments
What if she’d been caught up with the scientist?
Rumor had it that his man had some distant connection to Oorchimaru—had the old
snake bastard planned on involving his daughter in the same disgusting mess of
revenge and power that he’d done to Sasuke? Had the bingo book been updated and
reprinted that recently?
“It seems like your daughter is quite feared by
some,” Naruto flipped open the book, going to the “U” column, “Interestingly
enough, she’s listed under all three categories: criminal, flee, and
Sakura was deadly quiet, fists clenched and ears open. Her little Sarada was not a criminal. Whatever was printed in that bingo book must be a mistake—a ploy from a rival village to get back at her and Sasuke by framing their daughter.
Naruto flipped the book around, letting Sakura and
Sasuke take a look at Sarada’s profile. Her name had been listed on over
twenty-two flee-on-sight orders from various villages and gangs, as well as
several hefty bounties on her head. And sure enough, the Village Hidden in the
Shadows had listed her as a criminal, charged with killing their ruler.
“I wouldn’t worry too much about the criminal
warning, Sakura-chan—the Village Hidden in the Shadows has no real connection or allegiance
with any of the five major countries, and person Sarada killed that they claim as their ruler was a criminal
himself, some sick child molester,” Naruto explained, “This is just a rough
draft, I’ll have it cleared up with Gaara and the others.”
The coupled nodded and continued to flip through
Sarada’s section of the book. Twenty-seven. Uchiha Sarada was seventeen-years-old
and had twenty-two flee-on-sight orders in thirteen villages and five
bounties on her head.
Sakura opened the binder spine, and carefully
picked up a slightly yellow sheet of paper, and held it closely.
Hidden Leaf Village Ninja • Rank: Jounin 17 years old. 5 foot, 3 inches • Black hair, black eyes
DO NOT ENGAGE IN COMBAT. FLEE IMMEDIATELY.
Captain of the Konoha Military Police Force. Heir of Dr. Haurno Sakura and Uchiha Sasuke. Wields the sharingan of the Uchiha clan. If forced to engage in combat, do not make direct eye contact.
Commonly found with the following ninja; do not engage in combat or threaten:
Uzumaki Boruto 18, blonde hair, blue eyes, two whisker marks on either cheek; son of Uzumaki Naruto, Hokage of the Hidden Leaf Village.
Mistuki 18, blue hair, gold eyes; son of Sannin-nin Oorchimaru.
Sarutobi Konohamaru 26, brown hair, blue eyes; grandson of the Third Hokage of the Hidden Leaf Village.
DO NOT ENGAGE IN COMBAT.
The other twenty-one flyers read similar
messages, some labelling Sarada as a ss-rank ninja, warning not to be within so
much as 400 feet of her at any given time. The bounty flyers listed her name,
age, weight, parents and sum for the head, dead or alive, set at 3.4 million
ryo or more.
Sasuke blinked carefully, scanning the paper
in his hand and those in the binder. He knew Sarada would eventually collect a
bounty on her head—it was a conversation he and Sakura had had too many times
before. They were both well aware of the status and power they possessed, and
that which Sarada held as well; they knew that others would seek out their
daughter and her kekkei genkai for a reward. They never expected, however, for
that price to be well over a million ryo.
“You two did well,” Naruto grins, “Sarada’s
pretty badass. Of course, the bounty on Boruto tops 4 million, but he is the son of the greatest Hokage ever.”
“Cha! That’s my baby! Make those little boys
cry, Sarada!” Sakura cheered. She couldn’t wait to tell little Ino-pig; she bets
her wimp ass son didn’t have a single flee-on-sight order.
Sasuke kept quiet, but the grin on his face
spoke a thousand words. That’s my little