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HAVE U BEEN ENJOYING THIS LOVELY WEATHER?!

NO?

YOU DON'T LIVE WHERE I DO SO MAYB DAT'S WHY...

I'M STILL TALKING IN CAPS.

Let's stop.

Well, everything's happy and sunshine and whatdaya'know? I'm still inside.

Hahahaha wonder-fucking-ful.

Exams were the biggest fucking pain in the ass. Like could exams maybe stop being a bitch and just calm their shit?

Well, Anyways, I was reading a fanfiction *COUGH*FINDINGPAPA*COUGH* and the last chapter I was on had some pretty major Inada/Sarajin feels man. I mean, they aren't even the ship but like.. dayum. That author knows how to put a bitch in the feels bucket.

Well, this is another AU, staring Mute!Sarada (Slightly) and Popular!inojin. Lee Jr is just called Lee in dis chapter. Yayyy this chapter totally throws off Borsara because FUCK YEAH, SARAJIN!

Sarada, Inojin, Boruto, Shikadai and Chocho are 16 (Only Lee jr and HImawari are 15) Kagetsu and Juniso (My OC'S) have reappeared. YAYYY.

..

This is more of a One-shot for Sarajin just saying BTW. But of course it's in here because, duh, it's still our princess.

Bolt's also a bit of a bastard in this chapter. Of course, 'til like the end.

Quickly, The Pov jumbles between Inojin, Sarada and even Sasuke because papa Sasuke, we all need him.

Yeah.. Let's continue.

BTW THIS SHIT IS REALLLLLY CHEESY. NOT ONLY IN SARAJIN BUT ALSO IN THE UCHIHA FAMILY.

CHEESY AS FUCK MAN.

SHE WAS A PIECE OF LIVING BEAUTY, HE JUST KNEW IT.

Naturally, from Inojin's father's side, he gained the awkward personality. It was hard to adapt to people and he was awkward with the crowds of girls that came upon him like he was the last cookie in the jar or some shit. So being good friends with a girl (Other then other bearing Chouchou) seemed out of the question

But when he met her and she didn't do or say something weird when he met her he felt like someone had just unlocked a giant cage in his soul. He felt like picking her up and throwing her into the air, yelling something like thanks. Whatever damn crap could explain his gratitude.

Which came to the moment he met her, and he knew she was the one he'd wanted.

She was the new kid at school and he'd given her one of those melt-over smiles, the kind that made the girls topple over each other into his sight so they could say he was smiling at them. She didn't do anything but look away. So Inojin felt a little down (Okay, a lot down) but he would try talking to her, see if he really liked her and boom! Dating.

Shino-Sensi paired them up together for a project. He gave her a small smile and she placed a hand over his mouth. He was quite surprised and could hear a few (Okay, a lot) of 'Don't touch Inojin-kun!' in the background.

She then whispered the strangest thing ever.

"Save your smiles for someone who deserves them." Her hand released. her voice was soft and beautiful, like brushing your fingers over silk.

Those words were like a mysterious puzzle, or an empty canvas to paint on.

She was beauty already.

When he prodded her, tried to get her to talk she'd write on a piece of paper.

My name is Sarada.

Inojin nodded at her when he finished reading the small sentence. He was still confused though, was her throat sore or..?

I'm a mute. she quickly wrote onto the paper.

You're the first person I've ever uttered a word to in 6 years, 9 months, 2 weeks, 4 days, her writing halted and she glanced at her wrist.

14 hours and 3 minutes. She answered. She frowned suddenly.

I mean 2 minutes.

He couldn't help it. When he got home he'd grabbed his sketch book and drew her smiling-Or rather, a guess of what she looked like smiling. He frowned. He wanted to see her smile, watch her small, pale pink lips turn upwards around the corners...

He shook his head quickly. How stupid was he being? He'd just met her! He stopped and thought about her voice. Soft, quiet, silky. What did it sound like when she was singing?

He frowned some more, still thinking about her (and somewhere in the distance, a girl with red glasses started to sneeze rapidly).

"Don't frown!" his mother called from across the room, wagging her pointer finger in his direction. "You'll get wrinkles!" Inojin sighed and nodded, smiling awkwardly at his mother.

She smiled back cheekily, wiggling her eyebrows. "We're having guests for dinner, too!"

Sai, his father took in a deep breath. "That's unexpected... I would expect Hag to come visit since they just moved-" His father's words faltered. It's Hag, isn't it?"

Ino scowled, crossing her thin arms. "Sakura will beat you bloody if you call her that again."

Inojin tried blocking out the rest of their conversation, getting himself away from a subject he knew his mother was going to bring up so they could talk about it. At least, he thought he had escaped.

"Inojin! What do you think about inviting Mamori-chan over for dinner? A charming girl like her would make a good wife, ya' know!"

And there was his mother playing match maker again. "Mom, I told you, I don't like Mamori-"

"Nonsense! If you get to know her more you two will practically be at the Alter already!"

His father sighed once more. "Ino, dear.."

"Don't argue with me! I know that they'd make the cutest couple! Now go, invite her!"

Inojin was then forced to cross the street, knowing his mother was watching from the living room window to make sure he didn't chicken out on her or something.

And suddenly Mamori was coming for dinner.

He'd ignored Mamori though, probably just drawing her while she blushed because she was nice to draw.. Though it was more fun when he drew Sarada...

The door was suddenly knocked on loudly followed by "INO-PIG! ANSWER THIS FUCKING DOOR, NOW!"

There was a small murmur of 'Hn.' that Inojin could faintly hear. "Oi! I'm coming Forehead!" Inojin's mother called back. Inojin heard his father mumble 'And there's the hag.'

There was lot's of loud squealing and even "INOJIN, MAMORI'S HERE! You go on ahead, he's in his room."

Inojin sighed and put down his art supplies just as Mamori came in. She gave him a sweet, shy smile as blush covered her naturally rosy cheeks. Her brown hair was a mix with blonde and was tied up in a high ponytail, curly ends of hair resting on her shoulders. She peeked over his shoulder at his artwork and complimented all the pieces, the pictures of Sarada seeming to catch her eye.

He glanced at the drawing when she pointed it out and he told her that Sarada was just some girl who always frowned at school. She nodded quietly, calming down at the words 'just some girl' but jealously glaring at the corner of the paper.

"DINNER YOU TWO~!" Inojin's mother sing-songed.

Inojin, being a gentlemen offered Mamori his hand which (After turning bright red) was accepted.

They had a small conversation as they entered the dining room, hands still intertwined. "Ahh! now you two lovebirds come down!-" Cue Mamori's intense blushing "-Oh, by the way, Inojin, this is Sarada."

Inojin's head snapped in Sarada's direction. Her head was down, hair blocking her face while she looked at her food, fork spinning in her mashed potatoes. Kami, did he swear he might fly out of the house right now.

"Oh, hello Sarada-san." He managed. Was his voice an octave higher than usual?

Sarada glanced up, but when she saw his smile she turned away, staring out the window in silence. The pink haired lady (Forehead, or rather, Hag) spoke. "Sarada, why don't you say hi?" Sakura suggested, eyes looking hopefully at her daughter.

Sarada slowly shook her head, got up from her seat and walked out of the room. He heard the front door close. The lady shook her head sadly. "Sakura..." Ino murmured quietly.

"I just don't get it!" Sakura started, tears leaking from her eyes. "My poor baby girl hasn't uttered a word for so long! I don't understand!" She placed her hands on her face, sobbing. Her husband (Sasuke, he thinks, he heard the name while him and Mamori were upstairs) pats her back.

Inojin sighed, frowning. "I'll go check on her." He let go of Mamori's hand, ignoring Sakura's protesting of "It won't work!"

He ran outside into the unsurprisingly cold autumn air and glanced around. The front lawn was covered with large, blooming flowers. He walked alongside the bushes bursting with colors and continued to walk. He found her sitting in a tree at the corner of the neighborhood, looking over the land below. He gave her another smile.

She jumped from her spot on the tree, grabbed his wrist and whammed him against the tree, covering her hand over his mouth. "I told you to smile at someone who deserved it." Her voice is dripping with venom. She glances at her watch, as if to remember the time she spoke once more then she pulls away, looking at the ground. "Why don't you speak?" he asks, frowning. She doesn't look at him, she just fiddles with the hem of her jacket. When he unexpectedly grabs her wrist she cries out before slamming a hand over her lips. He frowns, pulling up her jacket sleeve.

She doesn't look at him when he sees the deep violet bruise.

"Did you do this?"

She doesn't answer but he knows she didn't.

"Was it an accident?"

Nothing again.

"Was it another human?"

She freezes, muscles tensing underneath his hand. This time he grabs her, pressing her against the tree, trying to get her to look at him. "Who?"

Her eyes don't dare meet his. "Dammit, who?!"

"Why do you care?" She hisses suddenly, prying herself away from him. "It doesn't matter- I don't matter."

She starts to walk away but he grabs her forearm.

"You do matter."

She punched him.

Sarada -Inojin quickly noticed- seemed to be resented.

"Why is everyone avoiding her?" Inojin asked Boruto one day.

"Dude." Snorted Lee, shoving his hands in his pockets. "Don't you know of the totally unyouthful things her father did? For fuck's sake, he was an unyouthful serial killer. Taken away the poor, youthful lives..."

Boruto frowns. "Are you sure that's the story?"

Lee shrugs. "That's the unyouthful stories I've been hearing across this youthful school."

Shikadai sighs. "Troublesome."

"Well, why would everyone avoid her?" Inojin questions, frowning deeply.

"She could turn into a murderer, man!" Boruto offered sarcastically, faking horror on his face. Inojin sends him a pointed look.

"Hey bitch!" A boy yells from across the room. Sarada stares at her hands, fiddling with a ring on her pointer finger.

"Hey, aren't you gonna talk? Or are you afraid you might spill some information about your recent killing?" Half the class laughs.

She doesn't say anything, just continues to stare at her hands. "I'm talking to you!" The boy hisses. He grabs her by her long, ebony hair and throws her at the ground- full force. Inojin's eyes widen. "This is the first time I've seen someone so aggressive." Inojin murmurs to Boruto.

Shikadai sighs once more. "Troublesome." he repeats, continuing to read his book.

When the boy kicks her, Sarada simply grunts, standing up afterwards and quickly dusts herself off. She starts to walk to the back of the class when the boy throws a punch. It hits her in the head and sends her spiraling forward, hair chasing after her falling body. It's like slow motion at first before quickly speeding up. Her body crashes into his, red glasses, slamming onto the bridge of his nose. The two yelp, hitting the ground.

The room is silent, shocked at what has happened. Sarada is the first to get up, holding out a hand for Inojin. Surprising the crowd even more he takes her hand and when he's up he's ready to thank her, to talk to her (And secretly hope she replies) he doesn't get the chance to though, his fangirls are screaming at her for touching him. A girl yanks Sarada backwards by her hair. Sarada's eyes widen and she tips backwards, about to fall down the stairs in between the tables. Before she can hit anything Inojin grabs her, pulling her straight into his arms.

More fangirl rage. She pushes him off and when he gives her a smile she slams her palm over his mouth and fucking growls.

When he nods she releases her palm and bends down, picking up the scattered books Inojin now realizes she's had. He helps her (much to the fangirl rage) and accidentally brushes his hand against hers. Soft skin. Really smooth, soft and warm skin.

He wants to hold her hand now. He gulps but continues to help.

When she leaves he suddenly but silently wishes she was back in the room.

Sarada hated her life. It's not like she wanted to die or anything, she just wanted the world to forget her presence, that way people wouldn't yell hurtful things at her. They wouldn't shove, or push or kick or punch. They'd leave her out of the world. She'd considered picking up a razor and slicing her skin. Razors pain you, she wanted to disappear not hurt more.

She considered sneaking in acid chemicals from the hospital where her mother worked. Acid stains you, we didn't need evidence of her little break downs.

She'd thought about meds, once even drugs but she nearly slammed herself into a wall thinking that. She was trying to disappear not become some addicted druggie.

Her father was a murder, true but he'd went after his brother with good intentions and became the hero until he learned Danzo, some strange, old guy, had planned everything (As to make her own Uncle look bad) and shot him in the head. It was a race for time and yet, Her uncle Naruto and Mom managed to save him from life in jail.

Sarada, though, still wasn't treated fairly. It made no sense, her father had killed someone who was out for power and yet he was treated like a monster. Sarada wanted to scream.

But her pride didn't allow screaming. Or crying, or even talking for that matter. Hell, it wasn't even her pride that prevented her from speaking.

She stopped talking after her mother and her had an argument about her father. When Sarada screamed about him ruining her life. She started to complain, to yell about everyone ruining her in some way.

Those hurtful words still bruised her mind. The harsh sounds escaping her lips. She shudders to think of it.

The next day, karma was a bitch. Her friends talked trash about her, calling her names and yelling at her. Suddenly, she knew how her father must feel.

And that's when she stops talking. She doesn't want to mess up again. To say something hateful. To destroy someone with something as measly as sound.

She doesn't deserve to have friends, or forgiving family. She just deserves to rot in hell, or something to that affect.

She hates the world she lives in, and she bets it hates her back.

And then he appeared. He smiled at her. Asked what was wrong and tried to break down miles, and miles of walls, stretching over her heart like a case of bedrock, trapping herself and her voice inside.

She glares at him, tries to get him to back away. But yet, he still smiles. She can't let him.

So she tells him. For the first time in 6 years (Or rather 7 years if she rounded) she spoke. Even if it was a whisper. But it was a warning. To stay away, to not face her, to not even try to break down her walls.

But he doesn't listen. When they go out for dinner that night they meet again and he's all Prince Charming on her ass again, only to discover those bruises his fangirls left her from trying to warn their precious little boy toy.

Then, once more he comes to the boot with his stupid prince charming and ughh! She can't stand him!

Why is he smiling at her, a monster? He needs to realize she's nothing but trouble, she'll only kill him on the inside if he even tries to get close.

She doesn't trust her mouth, she's never trusted any part of her. Not once after 6 (rounded to 7) years will she dare spit out another hateful mouthful. She won't, she can't, she wouldn't.

Besides, her voice is all crackly, strange and weird. She hates talking and talking hates her. Just like the world.

He, for some reason though, follows her around. She gets fed up pretty quick but says nothing about it. Because she can't speak.

And even if she could, he didn't need to be the victim.

"Sarada! Dinner's ready and we have guests!"

No reply. Sarada sits at her desk, reading the threatening notes from freaky fangirls and taking the hateful tacks into her collection of colorful items. She doesn't understand them. She's only been at the school for two weeks and it's pretty obvious she doesn't want Inojin and if they're talking about anyone else she hopes that they get glasses like hers because she's not had any contact with any other person as much as Inojin. Honesty, Inojin talks to her anyways he's there trying to smile at her, trying to help.

Sarada frowns, lips pursing together. She stares out the window before slowly getting up. She can smell tomatoes.

Her feet pad against the wooden floor and her mother smiles at her. She turns away. She doesn't deserve such loving smiles.

Her feet pad over to the table where she sees Mrs. Ino, Mr. Sai and Inojin on one side. On the other is Uncle Naruto, Aunt Hinata, Boruto and Himawari. The two siblings eyes widen when they spot her. She does nothing though, instead grabbing a bowl to fill with rice and tomatoes before turning. "Sarada-san, are you sure you don't want to sit and eat here with us?"

Him.

She doesn't even bother looking because she knows she'll be greeted with a heart warming smile. So, instead, she ignored him completely pretending not to notice her mothers disappointed sigh.

And once she's upstairs she listens closely.

"Why doesn't Sarada talk?" It's fuzzy, but loud enough to hear when she's close enough to the vent. She eats while she listens.

"She just.. Stopped one day." Her mother answers, a certain sadness trapped in her tone. "I don't know what I did, or what happened! Does that make me a bad mother?"

No! Sarada wants to scream. No, you're so wonderful mom, so wonderful in fact you deserve someone so much better than me as a daughter! Sarada thinks to herself.

"I just... Am I really that bad?"

Sarada wants to scream so loudly the world will hear her.

"Sakura, not to offend you but don't you think you'll need to train your daughter? She's the heir to your family's company and she hasn't spoken a word! She already seems like a loner and the type who quietly resents others. Sakura, I don't say this to be mean but your daughter is... Anomalous."

Sarada thinks of the time she read the dictionary-Anomalous, Anomalous, Anomalous

Anomalous- Strange, peculiar, rather creepy or dis-likable, most likely to freak out or back-stab, usually looses bonds with those closest

And for once, Sarada's pride gives in.

Tears overwhelm her eyes and she stands up so quickly her bowl crashes to the ground, cracking within contact. The loudest scream she can conjure leaves her lips, palms pressing against her ears as she screams her misery out. She bolts out of her room, down the stairs. She passes the dining room, still crying harshly and screaming loudly. "Sarada!" Her mother yells but her hands fling open the door and she sprints out.

Someone just end it all, someone put her out like a flame, rip her apart like wet paper. Someone just make everything stop. Stop the hate. Stop the pain. She's stopped screaming by now, tears falling down her cheeks. She keeps running and running and running.

She doesn't want to look back, she never wants to look back. She wants to throw herself off a cliff.

She wants to die for the first time in her life.

She keeps running and running and running, letting the wind lead the way. When she finally starts walking the sun is fully down, hidden behind the mountains and the stars are glistening like a taunting wish she'll never get.

She's still walking, just staring at the stars when someone grabs her wrist. She's ready to scream when she realizes it's him. He's out of breath, hand gripping her forearm tightly.

"Why did you run out, screaming?"

When she doesn't answer he growls this time, slamming her against the closet tree. "Dammit Sarada! Don't you see everyone's worried about you? Your mom went in a frenzy when you bolted out the door, screaming and crying!"

She doesn't answer and he huffs. "You're mother tried to go after you so we all split up. Don't you get it, Sarada?! We're trying to-"

He pauses when he realizes she crying, tears falling down a not-as-pale-as-thou face. She does the strangest thing-Burrows her face into his chest and sobs, arms wrapping around his waist as she falls to her knees, taking him down with her.

She says nothing and she hopes that's okay, that Inojin understands she doesn't want to talk, but rather cry. So he let's her. He let's her cry in his arms, head tucked gently beneath his chin and arms wrapped tightly around his waist.

And that's how Sarada's dad finds them, hugging on the corner of 'Everbloom Eve' His daughter is shaking in the blondie's arms.

Sasuke does NOT like the contact they are making. She's never made contact with her parents. She always turns away from their smiles, ignores their pleas to get her to talk and never hugs anyone.

And Sasuke thought his attitude as a kid was bad. Everyone's in the car that Sasuke was driving. At first, everyone split up. It was fine for awhile until Inojin went missing just like Sarada and Kami behold they all barged into the Uchiha's garage, piled in Sakura's van before they all went on a shitty little road-trip to look for two teenagers.

Thank god it was Friday.

Sasuke already felt like punching the shit out of something. Inojin waved at the car, smiling softly while he clutched his daughter's trembling body.

Kami, please bless thou and hope that thou doesn't attack the blonde haired teen for touching thy's daughter.

Inojin helps Sarada up, wiping away her tears like some high school mush (The steering wheel made a crunching noise underneath Sasuke's grip at this point) before tugging her into the car. Sakura bombarded her child with love, crying as she rocked her daughter in her arms.

Inojin smiled softly at the two. Sarada didn't notice.

That's how it'd been for a month. Inojin would visit and keep Sarada company and sometimes she'd talk and sometimes she wouldn't. Today, her parents were at work and the two were alone.

"I-I-" Sarada's soft voice faltered. Inojin glanced up at her from his homework.

"I-I want to ta-talk to th-th-them. M-My p-p-par-par-ents." She stammered. Inojin smiled. "Then talk to them."

She shakes her head. "Th-The la-last time I sp-spoke to the-them I was very ru-ru-rewd..?"

"Rude." Inojin corrects. She nods quietly. "Wi-wil-will..." She pauses. "C-can you st-stay her-here whi-while I sp-speak?" She manages, glancing upwards.

He shrugs. "Isn't our parents having a giant get-together tonight? I'll be here." He states, shrugging. She nods at him, twiddling her fingers.

"Th-thank y-you."

Later that day her mother and Father came home and she tried to talk but both were setting up for the get-together, thus leaving her behind. She didn't blame they. Besides, why of all time would she chose to talk now?

The house was soon packed with friends. Uncle Naruto, Aunt Hinata, Uncle Suigetsu, Aunt Karin, Uncle Juugo-The list goes on.

There were several kids from her school-

Inojin (Obviously), Lee Jr, Boruto, Hiamwari, Chocho, Shikadai, Juniso, and Kagetsu. Yeah. The world is going round.

Every time someone comes they give Sarada a weird look-She's the only one not speaking, not even greeting the guests.

"Do you even talk?" Boruto asks, flicking her forehead. "B-Bolt." Stammers Hinata, his mother.

Sakura gives a sad smile. "She's a mute."

Everyone nods in understanding, but Boruto isn't satisfied. Bolt shrugs. "She just never talks. Don't you think it's a little stupid?" he questions.

"Boruto, don't be rude." Naruto states. Boruto shrugs. "I'm just saying that people are going to think she's some kind of serial killer if she doesn't speak."

Sasuke flinches but Sarada stays quiet. Naruto hits the top of his sons head, giving him a pointed look. "What? It's true! Kids at school are always going on about how silent she is. Everyone thinks she's a murderer." Bolt turns towards Sarada again. "Didn't your parents teach you to speak? Are they really that bad?"

"Bolt!" Naurto growls.

"Dad!" he whines. "Everyone knows what her father did! And what's her mother been doing? Neglecting her? Don't you think those are signs of like.. Bad parenting? And look what they've-" Bolt doesn't finish because suddenly he's flung across the room by a steaming Sarada.

"D-Don't Sa-say that ab-about m-my parents!"

The room goes silent at Sarada's sudden out burst.

"Th-They're the be-best par-parents I could ever h-have!" She storms over to Bolt and hits him on the head. "Th-They put u-up wi-with a m-m-me e-ev-even tho-though I'm a ba-bad daughter. Th-they ta-take care of m-me even i-if I b-bar-barely speak! So-so-!" Sarada is crying, tears falling freely onto the floor as she repeatedly hits Boruto. "So do-don't s-s-ay that about th-them!" She punches him. Hard.

"Be-Because if any-anyone's t-the bad gu-guy, it's m-me!" She stops hitting Boruto to wipe anyway at her tears, sniffling loudly. She then turns to face her parents before she bursts into more tears. "M-Mama, Pa-Papa!" She runs towards her mother and father, arms open for an embrace. Sakura doesn't waste a second to embrace her daughter, crying just as loudly as her daughter. "I l-lo-love you, mama, papa!" Sarada cries, burying her face in her mothers neck. The two girls cry in distress until Sasuke sighs and walks over, hugging to two also.

Sarada's repeating 'I love you' in stammering sentences, clutching to her family desperately. They don't seem to mind, in fact they all hold each other tighter it seems.

After the dramatic scene, the night promptly went on.

"Good job." Inojin says, applauding as he approaches her slouching figure outside.

"T-Thanks."

Inojin snickers. "I did nothing, and you know that."

Sarada actually smirks, rather proudly, Inojin thinks.

But that's okay, because her smile is beautiful.

Months pass by and almost too quickly school is over (A/N Too quickly? no. Too long of a wait, man)

"So how was your date with Mamori?"

Inojin's face hardens and Sarada smirks at the reaction. He's not that mad at her, besides, seeing her smile always makes him feel better.

"It was... OK." Inojin manages. He watches Sarada's eyes twinkle. Kami, he really just wants to gather her in his arms, jump out her window and runaway with her.

"How many times did she stammer?"

"At least once every sentence."

"No, honestly."

"Okay, fine. I rounded our conversation to about 8 sentences every talk. She talked around 40 times."

Sarada's smile widens. "8*40=320, but you said at least once every sentence. So 40 divided by 2= 20, 20*8=160. She stammered 480 times. My guess." Inojin sighs at her logic.

"How about blushing?"

Inojin goes silent.

Her smile widens even more. Her smiles are so beautiful, he wishes he could draw her face just as beautiful as she is in real life.

"C'mon, how many times?"

"She was blushing the whole time."

Sarada's eyes widen.

"The waiter even took her temperature because she got worried. When I kissed her cheek as a good-bye she literally stumbled backwards, hit a lamp-post and was stumbling around. I think, in the end, she almost turned purple."

Sarada makes a noise and at first Inojin thinks she's crying until everything bursts out of her.

She's laughing.

Inojin finds himself smiling. Her laughter is vibrant, like a splay of colors splashed against a pure white canvas. Kami, it's wonderful.

When she stops laughing she's giggling loudly, hands covering her mouth to smother the giggles.

Kami save him. She's so cute right now.

"I'm l-laughing so hard it hurts!" She cries, giggling more as she pulls away her hands to hold her stomach.

Kami, Jashin, whoever, please save Inojin from this adorably cute giggling teenage girl! Curse boy hormones!

She gives him a heart-warming smile. Dammit Sarada, do you want me to kiss you?

He swears her smile widens. Her eyes twinkle more than before, shimmering in the small amount of summer light. Before he knows what he's doing he's actually kissed her.

Shit. is the only cohort thought in his mind. Everything else is jumbled.

"Shit! I-I uh.. Sorry." Inojin stammers, ducking his face away from hers.

Shitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshit, DAMMIT!

Yep, now even the once cohort thought is in this messed up jumble he calls his brain.

He expects her to yell at him and punch him because her fist is really close to his face right now but instead her hand lands on his shoulder, jerking his entire body forward so she can kiss him again.

Everything in Inojin's mind is sent into a jumble except Where the hell did Sarada learn to kiss?

Next thing he knows, he's pinned against the wall, Sarada sitting on his legs (Practically straddling him) still in a lip-lock.

He honestly doesn't care though, He can only think of Sarada right now.

Her hands tangle in his long blonde hair, lips slanted against his so she can sneak her tongue into his mouth. She tastes like vanilla for some odd reason. He almost wants to scream No fair! because she's so dominating right now.

He's also feeling like his brain has just short circuited.

He kissed her back, one arm trapping her waist the other pressed against her nape.

He can tell she's smiling into the kiss when she slants her head just a tiny bit more, causing her raven locks to cascade over her shoulder in the other direction.

She pulls away, pressing her forehead to his with an eyebrow raised. "I thought you were dating Mamori..?" Sarada asked hazily. He only grunted before pulling her back to him.

After a while of kissing she pulls back, breathless. Her red lips are swollen, glasses slightly crooked on her face and cheeks flushed red. She's absolutely beautiful. "So what does this make us now?" She asks, warm breathe fanning across his face. He smiles. "Whatever you want us to be."

She starts to answer but he's already pressed his lips to hers, only a 'Mmph..' sounding from her slanted lips.

She's beautiful to him, in every single way.

Sasuke Uchiha knew when something was happening. Especially if it was his own flesh and blood. The day Sarada had stopped speaking he'd left work with his excuse being 'The Uchiha sense is tingling!' Yeah, and it sure was today.

Sasuke Uchiha, knew something was going on and he intended to find out. He got out of work earlier (using the same excuse as when the day Sarada went mute) storming into the house. Sakura and Ino came to greet him, both asking why he was home so earlier. He merely replied "The Uchiha sense." Curious on what he meant both woman followed him as he walked upstairs.

The Uchiha sense was tingling like a bunch of crabs pinching at his skin.

Something bad was going on...

Silently Sasuke opened the door to his daughter's room.

They almost didn't notice-If not for the moan that sounded from a certain daughter's lips.

There, pressed in the corner of the room, was Sasuke's daughter and that boy-Inojin-kissing.

The boy-Inojin-was pressed against the wall by his daughter (Sasuke nearly fainted at the sight) eyes closed both kissing like there was no tomorrow.

Sakura let out a loud squeal, causing both teenagers to jump (Sarada flying straight off Inojin) and snap their heads in the direction of the door. Sasuke was not happy when he saw his daughter's lips were swollen because-because that meant-

They had been kissing for quite some time.

Sarada turned bright red (As if she wasn't crimson enough) and tilted her head so her hair covered her face. Inojin, was turning bright red, his messed up hair could not provide protection from the onlooking stares (and glare) so he stared at the ground.

"HOW DARE YOU KISS MY LITTLE PRINCESS!" Sasuke was sooooo ready to pounce on the teenage bastard if Sakura hadn't grabbed him last second, repeatedly tugging him backwards. "Sasuke!" She warned.

Sarada was now up, grabbing Inojin's hand and having both of them sprint for their (More like Inojin's) life.

"GET BACK HERE, YOU BASTARD! NO ONE TOUCHES MY DAUGHTER, YOU HEAR ME?!" He screamed, chasing after the two teenagers.

Meanwhile, Sarada and Inojin were laughing themselves silly, hands clasped together as they ran away from her bickering father.

When they finally escape-They've run straight into the woods- she gives him another kiss, wraps wrapping around his neck, on her tiptoes. His arms trap her waist again as she tilts her head, lips slanting...

"DON'T YOU DARE KISS MY PRINCESS!"

Sarada pulls away, laughing before she kisses him again just to for the fun of it.

And Inojin smiles, because she's beautiful, her laughter, her silence, her voice, her breath, her smiles.

She will always be a piece of Living beauty.

...

I REGRET NOTHING.

INADA/SARAJIN MAN, IT'S THERE.

So, this was supposed to be out yesterday (But my mom was being a meanie)

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed. I will now kindly leave.

ALSO, I have left links on my profile for images that inspired me/went on in the chapters of this book.

Two links will be for this Chapter. one is just Inojin and then the other is Inojin and Sarada.

There. Bomb. I hope you enjoyed.

Signing off,

-Fantasy,

AKA

The Queen, Sassmaster~