Firsts
xxredemption-love-and-liesxx
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07: First Day at the Academy
[T+]
warning: slight fondling, and pointing towards sex.

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Sarada was an excited child. She wandered around the house, cleaning up and putting things into her bag. The ravenette grasped onto the bag, heaving it onto one shoulder. The five year old was a tidy one. She wore clean clothing that made her look smart and sophisticated. The little girl was an intelligent one, so that was a given.

Her parents were in the kitchen, talking about events they had on that day, and Sarada was yet to properly greet them. Also, she had to have breakfast soon as well.

"Sara-chan!" the girl heard her mother call from the kitchen.

Sarada picked up one more book and stuffed it away, before heading into the kitchen. She laid the brand new bag against the wall before slipping inside the kitchen. Boxes littered the kitchen still, seeing as they had moved into another house now. It was in the centre of the village, near Naruto. Apparently, her parents felt like getting a larger house, and, seeing as they were the Uchiha clan, they could easily afford to buy a house.

However, they still owned the past apartment and rented it out so they could gain a profit from that.

Sakura's pink-haired mother had her hair tied up, and she was buttering and slathering jam over toast. She cut two pieces of toast in half, and offered it to Sarada.

"Morning, Mama, Papa," Sarada greeted, smiling gently.

Sasuke nodded and grunted his greeting, while Sakura gave her daughter a matching smile and a cheerful 'hello'.

Sarada took her two pieces of toast and began eating.

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Both Sasuke and Sakura walked Sarada to school, the two of them walking along the street, their fingers intertwined. Sasuke was going to leave tomorrow, and that made him affectionate towards Sakura, especially with the last week he has with her before he leaves on a mission—one that make sure that all the nations are getting along well, and taking out missing-nins that have caused problems for others. It was just a thing that only really Sarada's father could do.

The Uchihas walked through the streets steadily, people glancing their way and greeting the (still young) family. While it had been a surprise that the Uchiha clan was reformed once more, it was accepted. Many had finally, finally forgiven Sasuke for the crimes he had committed all those years ago, and he was able to wander around on his own with less rude stares from the public. While, he did not care what people had said to him, or about him, it rather peeved him off when Sakura was added in on their conversations.

Sarada was shaking lightly; they could see the academy. While she was not one to be scared, it was still frightening to a child who had never really been in an environment like a school.

"Are you okay, Sara-chan?" Sakura asked, her eyes glancing at her daughter, "It's okay to be scared."

Sasuke's attention was on the both of them, but he made no intention of adding in anything. He just watched. Besides, it would be unwise of him to say anything. He did not care what others thought, but his daughter, on the other hand, was a lot like her mother in that regard. However, like him, she would not allow others to get away with insulting her or her family. Really, all of them were like that.

"A little," Sarada confessed, closing her large, onyx eyes, "But I'm okay, Mama."

Sakura unhooked her fingers from Sasuke, and ruffled Sarada's hair. The little girl let out a whine of complaint, but did not say much else.

The roseate smiled gently and pulled the strands of hair back into the way they were before, "I know you will be, Sara-chan. If you're anything like Papa, you'll teach anyone who crosses you—" she raises her fist mockingly, "—that they shouldn't mess with an Uchiha."

Sasuke chuckled from his side, shaking his head, "I'm not that bad."

The roseate looked at Sasuke, eyes wide, "You liar."

The Uchiha patriarch allowed another laugh to escape, "Ah, perhaps."

"Not, perhaps, it's more like legit! You would react that way!" Sakura said, grinning brightly, amusement etched into her features.

Sarada watched this exchange between her parents before giggling.

Sasuke glanced down at his daughter and smirked, "Feeling better, Sarada?"

The little girl nodded her head, "Arigatou, Papa, Mama."

"Ah."

"It's fine!"

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When they arrived at the school, the first thing that happened was a blond moron banging into Sarada, knocking her to the ground. Of course, she picked herself up, and nearly went over to whoop that stupid, stupid moron, but Sasuke beat her to the punch, literally whacking the boy across the head.

"Ah! Teme-oji!" Boruto cursed, rubbing his now aching head, "Why? I didn't mean to."

Sakura helped Sarada up, and glared over at the blue-eyed child, "Boruto. You should know better."

"Bah! As if you'd know, ''ttbasa!" Boruto said, pointed a tanned finger at his aunt, "Besides, it's Inojin's fault, anyways."

"How?" Sarada asked, straightened her glasses and dusting herself off, "you're the one that ran into me—without apologizing, mind you."

"Oh, ah… sorry, Sarada," Boruto murmured sheepishly, scratching the back of his head, "And Inojin and me were playing tag!"

And with saying Inojin's name once more, the Yamanaka tagged Boruto's shoulder, and ran off again, with Shikadai laughing his head off. Boruto darted off once more, trying to get to Inojin or Shikadai or hell, even ChouChou and Aoi(1).

Sarada rolled her eyes at their antics, before looking at her father, "Say, Papa, do you think you can hit Naruto-oji for me?"

"Naruto, huh…?" Sasuke muttered, shaking his head, "Ah. It's his fault that brat is the way he is."

"Thank you, Papa."

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"You think she'll be okay, Sasuke-kun?" Sakura asked, relaxing on the couch, leaning against Sasuke.

"Ah," Sasuke nodded his head, "Boruto may be a moron, but he will stay around her. As will the others."

The roseate nodded her head, closing her eyes.

"Don't you fall asleep on me, Sakura."

Sakura's eyes darted open, as she looked at her husband. His eyes were narrowed, and he was watching her with utter amusement. He grasped her head, and turned it a little so he could kiss her with ease. He lowered his hand, brushing against her breast, making his intentions known.

He pulled away for a moment, "Sarada is gone… and Mama is now free…" he breathed against her neck, "And I'm leaving tomorrow… Sakura."

He squeezed her breast before pulling his hand underneath her shirt to fondle her, "You know what I want, Sakura."

Sakura purred lightly, and allowed him to continue with his ministrations.

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"How as it?" Sasuke asked, looking down at his daughter.

"Good," she said, the little girl allowing a grin to fall onto her features, "Boruto was annoying as always—" her father coughed, "—but ChouChou is amazing."

"Huh, Akimichi?" Sasuke asked, raising a brow.

"Hai. And even Aoi is fine as well," Sarada said, nodding her head, "As is Shikadai. We played shoji at lunch too."

The Uchiha nodded again, "Who was your teacher?"

"Ah, Iruka-sensei. He was your teacher, ne, Papa?"

"Hn," Sasuke smirked, "he was. Your uncle used to be a pain in the ass when it came to Iruka."

Sarada turned her head, confused, "Really?"

"Yes, he used to play jokes on him," Sasuke said, laughing lightly at the memories of his childhood—the few that were not completely dark, and revolved around his elder brother.

The young girl's smile faded, "Papa… do you think I'll be as strong as you and Mama?"

Now, that took Sasuke by surprise. He paused and glanced to her side. She was clenched her fingers together, stroking them together. It was a habit that she may have picked up from her shy aunt, and it was something that got Sasuke a little worried. He wanted his child to have good confidence; albeit, not as bad as his own.

Sasuke crouched down so they were at eye level, "Trust me, Sarada, you'll be more powerful than I ever was. And your Mama… she is stronger than I am. Focus on her… and make sure that you don't throw important things away."

"Important things?"

"You'll understand when you're older," Sasuke leaned in a pressed his lips against her forehead, "But… you'll… definitely, definitely be stronger then I was. You won't throw away the things I did, and you won't take things for granted like I did."

"Huh?"

Sasuke shook his head, pulling away, "Nothing. I'll tell you when you're a genin."

"A genin, ka?" Sarada asked, her eyes glinting, "Maybe I can be like Itachi-oji and get out of the academy early."

"Iie. Don't be so quick to grow up, Sarada. Have a childhood. Enjoy it," the man said, ruffling his child's dark hair.

Sarada pursed her lips before breaking into a smile, "I will, Papa."

"Good."

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tbc

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notes: (1)—Lee's… kid…? Aoi à means "blue"

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And there's another one done.

Literally unedited so don't evn thk bout tllg me bout mstks ok? [bah]

Well, I hope you guys enjoyed.