That Time When You Were Gone
DISCLAIMER : I do not own Naruto, its franchise or anything related to it. All recognisable characters, situations and premises are copyright of Masashi Kishimoto, Shueisha, Shonen Jump and Viz Media.
Trigger warning : Talks about death, physical and mental trauma, and PTSD.
Rating : Mature (contains graphic smut/lemon)
Author Note : Please go easy on me. This is probably the first smut I have ever written. Also, English is not my first language, so apologies for any mistakes.
Sarada flinched awake, slowly opening her eyes to darkness. A thin sliver of light from the stairways illuminated the shadowy contours of her bedroom as she heard the main door of her house being shut lightly. It was a warm summer night but she felt unusually cold, all of a sudden.
She heard heavy footsteps move around in the kitchen downstairs and the increasing hammering of her heartbeats in her head. She clutched her duvet tightly, unconsciously beginning to draw in sharper breaths, her mouth dry and tears pooling into her eyes slowly.
She felt transported back to her thirteen years old self. That had been a warm summer night as well.
Her mother often had night shifts at the Konoha Hospital, so it wasn’t unusual for lights in her house to be up at odd hours in the night. Her mother had her own set of keys and she would let herself in, without disturbing her sleep. And ever since her father had lost his rinnegan, putting an end to his long missions in other dimensions, he had his own, but he usually preferred to wait up for his wife, gently letting her in without making any noise.
So, it was very unusual to have the front door of the Uchiha residence slammed open and shut at nearly 1 AM in the night, rudely waking her from her sleep. A thin but bright sliver of light from the hallway peeked into her room, disturbing her sleep. Annoyance flooded in.
She had training early in the morning. What were her parents thinking? Making no effort at being silent!
She could hear her parents’ voices, still audible but unintelligible. They weren’t behaving as though it’s late at night.
Sarada sighed and prodded herself up and off the bed, sleepily rubbing her eyes as she grabbed her specs and opened her bedroom door. Flinching at the blinding light in the hallway, she peered downstairs. She could make out that both her parents were in the kitchen. Sarada huffed and made her way into the kitchen, rubbing her eyes again a bit.
“You know, you guys are ninjas. You can be more stealthy.” She moaned out in complaint as she slid in the kitchen.
Her parents stilled, going silent completely. Sarada looked up at her parents.
Something was wrong. Quite very wrong.
Her mother looked pale, sitting on a chair at the dining table, glass of water in her hand. She looked as though she had been crying. Badly.
Her father stood frozen over the sink, his right arm holding his stooping body up, facing away from her. He looked as though somebody had punched him hard in the gut.
“What’s wrong?” Sarada asked, frowning, as concern flooded in.
Her mother looked up at her, her mouth ajar.
“Boruto….” was all she could croak out.
“Is he okay? It’s not his karma again, is it? What did he do?” Sarada stepped forward in concern.
Her mother looked stricken, offering her no answer. Sarada stared at her in confusion, her concern slowly ebbing away and giving way to alarm. Whatever she wanted to ask was cut off as her father turned towards her.
“Sarada, we need you to tell you something.”
Sarada looked up at him in concern. She had never seen an expression like this on his face. She was now alarmed.
“Sarada.” Her father spoke in a softly pained voice, that she didn’t even think was possible. “Boruto is no more.”
Sarada felt as though she had walked into a glass door, hard. Her brain screeched to a halt, her limbs numbed, her mouth opened ajar but no sound came out.
“What - what are you - what are you even talking about, Papa?”
“Kawaki killed him. That was Boruto’s last wish. To die by his brother’s hand so that Konoha can be kept safe.”
Sarada stared at her father.
She didn’t remember much of what happened next. Chocho, her parents and others had to recount those times to her.
She hadn’t believed her parents. She had kept laughing uncontrollably and calling out his name alternatingly on her way to the Uzumaki residence, damn the fact that it was nearly two in the morning. People had to remind her that her legs gave away when she had heard Aunt Hinata’s howls for her son, begging her baby to return her. That she kept shaking her head in disbelief, and kept hugging an uncontrollably sobbing Hima, and attempted to hold Mitsuki back from going after Kawaki then and there. That she was inconsolable herself when she saw his body before fainting for the first time and her parents carried her back home.
That she had gone to his funeral. And fainted for the second time at his grave. This time with stabbing pain in her eyes, fever rising in her body, bile in her throat and hollowness in her heart.
That she was in hospital for three days, in a near coma, waking up with blood streaking down her cheeks, her mangekyo awakened, thinking that she had only fallen severely ill and was thus hospitalised. That she had believed that she had seen a very lucid dream regarding Boruto dying and so she needed to see him. And kept begging her parents to make Boruto come and visit her. Nothing else mattered to her anymore at that moment.
Sarada let tears flow down, burying her face into her pillow. She could hear footsteps coming up the stairs. She pressed into the pillow, wiping her tears off on it.
What she did clearly remember that nothing mattered at that moment, beyond the realisation that she had loved him. She would tell him that to his face. No amount of shyness, no amount of tsundere-ness, no amount of their friend’s teasing, no amount of his popularity with girls - Sumire included - could stop her from telling Boruto her feelings. She loved him.
She was in love with him. And she would tell him that. And if he felt the same, they would spend the rest of their lives together, just like they had done till that point.
But it was not to be. Boruto was dead. He was gone. Buried under those few feet of earth, a tombstone marking him as a hero of the village in the Konoha cemetery.
Her bedroom door opened up and the light flooded in the hallway. Sarada turned around, cradling her slightly pregnant belly, looking up to see her husband’s blond visage.
“Hey! I am home. Sorry! I woke you up, didn’t I?” Boruto’s soft but warm voice called out to her.
Sarada shook herself up gently. The numbness in her limbs had begun melting away and her heartbeat was returning to normal. Her tears were dried off and a smile found its way to her face as relief and happiness filled her heart.
“It’s alright. Welcome back home. How was your mission? Did you eat the dinner I had left out?” Sarada asked as she threw her arms out for a hug.
“Success. Kirigakure is safe for now, no more insane robo-pirates trying a coup. And thanks for the dinner. It was great as always.”
Boruto grinned, already changed into the set of night clothes she had kept on the sofa in the sitting room along with the dinner in the kitchen. He closed the bedroom door behind him, and switched on the bedside lamp, as he slid into their bed. His large and warm body practically engulfed the smaller Sarada in a hug.
Sarada took a long breath, basking in his warmth and scent. Sure, her husband needed a bath, one which can wait for the next day. But this was Boruto. Her husband. The love of her life. The father of her unborn child. Her oldest friend. Back home after a week-long S-rank mission in Kirigakure. Alive. Warm. And with her.
And that was all that she needed right now.
Sarada broke away from the hug.
“I picked up something for your cravings from there. Squid takoyaki. Do you want them right now? I have brought plenty…..”
Boruto’s voice trailed away as he watched his wife take off her nightdress, leaving her naked. Sarada grabbed his hand, leading it to her nethers, heat and wetness pooling down there in anticipation.
Sarada grinned as she watched Boruto’s eyes darken in lust. He was really the only thing she needed right now. She wanted the affirmation that he had come back to her, safe and sound. She had tried not to worry, but it was in the moments like this, when her PTSD from the time he had “died” were triggered, did she want physical reaffirmation of his existence. He may now have become a god walking amongst mere mortal men, capable of even defying death itself, but she couldn’t help herself. She had lost him once and regained him back from death itself. She wanted to know for sure that he was here, back at home, in her arms, safe and sound.
His touch. His love. His lust. Him inside of her.
She preferred not to tell him of her trauma induced flashback and right now, as Boruto’s tongue slid into her increasingly leaky canal, she couldn’t care less about it. And by the looks of it, Boruto wasn’t tired enough to want to go off to sleep anytime soon as her high hit her.
“You were crying, weren’t you?” Sarada’s eyes flew open, brain freezing for a moment as she peered up at her husband. Boruto looked down from above her, lazily flicking her currently oversensitive nub. Sarada shuddered as he pulled himself out of her, after his seed filled her for the second time that night. As his seed flowed out of her, Boruto couldn’t help but feel satisfied at the sight.
His woman. His Sarada. Swelling with his child in her belly. Freshly fucked and filled in the mouth and womb by him, as the cum spilling out from swollen red lips on her two ends would attest.
But concern flooded through him. Sarada had been crying and while she had managed to distract him with sex, he needed to know why. It wasn’t good for her or the baby, and while he didn’t plan on scolding her, he really needed to make sure that she stays de-stressed.
“Has this something to do with the mission? I know you must have been worried. You know I am going to be alright….Never mind. I am the idiot who took this on. If you want, I can take time off for a while. Not go on S or A rank missions. Just join your dad at the ANBU training centre.” Boruto sighed, as he rolled over to his side of the bed, pulling Sarada along into his embrace, his fingers stroking her arm as she settled onto his chest.
Sarada whimpered a bit, her nether lips a bit sore and while her body was satisfied, she wanted more. She dragged herself up and looked down at Boruto. His lips were so inviting. She swept to capture them in a kiss. She will answer his enquiries later.
Boruto melted. She tasted so sweet. As their lips and tongue continued to wrestle, his fingers swept back to her clit, sweeping up a bruising pace.
Within no time, Sarada was soaking wet again. Her hand swept back to his cock as it hardened again. Slowly, she placed herself gently onto Boruto’s waist, guiding his cock to enter her again. Carefully, she set a gentle pace, knowing that Boruto would bring her back under him if he thought she was going too hard. She didn’t need to anyway as Boruto’s cold fingers continued to set a bruising pace on her nub.
Boruto latched onto one of her breasts and mauled it hard. Sarada couldn’t stand it. She offered him her bereft breast. Boruto grinned internally, leaving the now ravaged breast to pay attention to her other one. Soon enough, Sarada moaned out loudly as she reached her peak. It was such an appetising sight. Boruto lets go of her breast, even though her nipples seem to beg him to continue ravaging them.
As Sarada went limp from exhaustion, Boruto gently held her to his chest as he set a harder pace. The combination of her warm flooding canal, her muscles contracting and messaging his cock, the overspilling of their mixed fluids, the scent of their mixed sweat - it didn’t take long. Boruto came hard, his seed shooting in her again. Sarada moaned out obscenely as she felt Boruto give a particularly hard thrust.
Boruto looked back down, coming down from his high. Sarada was lying on him, her head on his chest, her legs still spread apart, his cum flooding out of her as her weakening contractions continued to milk him of all he had. As she looked up at him, her face flushed, her red lips swollen and the almost dried cum at the corner of her mouth, her chin and neck, her breasts covered in hickeys, Sarada looked thoroughly fucked. He grinned in satisfaction. Gently pulling out of her as she whimpered, he held her head. Gently he guided her head towards his now softening cock. Sarada, limbs melting, went willingly, readjusting her position.
Sarada shuddered. Boruto could be very gentle with her, as and when it was required. But domineering Boruto, especially one in bed, was something she not only never thought that she wanted - she had learnt to need him. As Sarada greedily licked him clean, Boruto pulled her bottom towards him. Her nether lips were violently red and spilling his seed. A smirk pulled up on his face. Pulling down, he placed a light kiss on those lips. Sarada whimpered. He nearly laughed. Moving aside, he lightly bit her nub. Sarada howled at this.
“Please…no more. It’s already so sensitive.”
“Alright.” Boruto laughed aloud and slapped her butt, pulling her back up as she completed her job of cleaning him.
Sarada laid her head down on his chest gently, completely satisfied and exhausted. She nearly dozed off, but she knew Boruto wasn’t going to let her sleep without answers, not when he was looking at her like that. Her hooded eyes subconsciously traced the scars on his eye and his chest.
“I feel scared. Each time you walk out of our house, I am frightened. I remember that time. You know which one I am talking about. And even though I know you are strong now, so strong that I don’t even need to worry about random aliens and what not, I can’t help but feel scared.”
Boruto hugged her close, gently stroking his fingers down her arm.
“I have been through therapy. Mama thinks that it’s possibly never going to go away completely. It has lessened over time, but it’s never going to disappear completely.”
Boruto looked up towards the ceiling. It wasn’t usually his way to let things that hurt Sarada slide but he probably will have to let go of this one. At least for now. Boruto pecked her on her forehead.
“Hey! I promised that I will protect you well, didn’t I? Especially once you become Hokage. I am keeping that promise right now and I am going to keep that promise in the future as well.”
Sarada smiled softly. He could be so effortlessly reassuring. She melted into his arms, as she felt sleep beginning to overtake her. Boruto brought his lips down to her ears. His voice was deep and husky, his warm breath tickling her ear.
“By the way, I know that you have taken the next week off. So have I.”
She shivered. They both wanted to make up for the time they had lost, for the time he was gone for.
“So, better be ready for a babymoon to hot springs in the Land of Hot Water.”
Damn well, Sarada thought as her heart fluttered and her vagina tingled at this piece of info. Damn well.
