#uchirada

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            “ . . . my bad,”        he says after a pregnant pause, staring helplessly at the disaster that is supposed to be two cute pig tails at each side of sarada’s head. the rubberised ribbons sit lopsided amidst ebony tresses, one of which is already starting to come off. he prods it, then leans forward over the girl’s shoulder to flash a sheepish grin at her.       “i’m better at cutting hair than tying it.”

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              From the second he had awoken and stared into the depths of that giant pit, Boruto had felt nothing but a crippling anxiety. Where was he? How had he gotten here? A car had shown up, had taken him to an address with a number written on it. Ninja tools were all gone, and from what he could tell; he hadn’t been able to at all use more than one shadow clone, to which--- said clone never made it back from that pit. Yeah, he was awkwardly trying to adjust as best as he could to this new environment but, he was overwhelmed with worry. Would his mother and sister be okay with him missing like this? What about his dad? They’d just started to reconcile... Just his luck, right? What more could he do now that he stood lost in a city that he had almost zero knowledge of? Well... The best he could do is wander around until he found something of interest.

              Bright, shiny lights with the words ‘Games! Games! Games!’ across a sign on the side of a building had caught his attention a good solid hour or two of wandering about later. Whenever boredom caught up to Boruto, a video game could always solve his problems. Now, Boruto had marched on into the store (or what he had assumed to be a store) all confidently. The overwhelming plethora of arcade games brought a sparkle to his eyes. He’d zoned in on a shooter-style game, and quickly got situated in front of the machine. Grasping the toy gun from its holster, Boruto began to shoot at the simulated monsters coming at him from the screen. It took no less than five seconds for Boruto to realize he wasn’t actually shooting anything... And then, it hit him like a brick. The ‘Insert Coins’ text flashing at the bottom of the screen--- These games required money and now that Boruto thought about it... Did he even have any? Maybe someone left some for him in the building that he’d been first driven to. 

                 With an all too soured sigh, Boruto stepped on out of the arcade and made the decision to return to that original building. Now; what direction had he came from again? ‘ Hmm... Hmm... ‘ Idly staring about, thinking to himself on where to go. And then, like that; it clicked to him that there was someone in the crowd that looked awfully familiar. At first he began to follow her, snaking his way through the public as he tried to catch up to the Uchiha. Closing the gap between them, Boruto reached outward to grasp a hold on her shoulder. “ Sarada? Is that you? “ 

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He’s offended now

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@uchirada

{ 🌸 } » — So this was where she would be staying for now, huh? At least until she and Naruto concocted some sort of plan to get them back home, back to their time. Everything about this place felt so dreary and dismal, the complete opposite of the village. But considering she had no idea just how long they were going to be stuck here, no time like the present to start learning the layout of the city, right?

                 Maybe she should have asked one of the boys to accompany her, seeing as they both appeared to have adapted to living around here. For a moment she had seriously contemplated it, but to start depending on them to carry her again...

                 No, she had to figure this out on her own.

                 It’s with her choice made that Sakura set out, intent on at least finding where there was a decent market. However, she barely makes it a few houses down the way before something catches her eye.

                 An Uchiha clan crest...?

                 How could that be? Sasuke had spoken of his family before, how he and his older brother had been the sole survivors of the clan. Yet the bearer appears to be a young girl. Or as far as she can tell from behind, that is.

                  Her footsteps hasten, curiosity urging her to catch up with this girl, find out what other secrets this city may be withholding from her.

                  “Excuse me!” Sakura calls out, doing her best to get their attention without startling the poor kid. “Hey, wait up!! I have something to ask you!”

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@uchirada

Plenty on his mind with recent events, the Uchiha found himself wandering the city in hopes of keeping himself busy from his thoughts.  He had a couple of errands to run and some groceries to find, but he found himself more preoccupied with just walking and seeing the sights of the city.  The island was probably a tad better than the Hive.  Better quality of scenery, he thought.  It was the same game but a different world.  He wondered how long he would stay within this world.  Would he even escape this cycle?  Questions he couldn’t answer.

Of some questions he could have, he found one coming from a sight he hadn’t expected to see.  Something he would had never expected to see in his lifetime at all.  Eyes caught the vision of the Uchiha’s Crest on the back of someone unfamiliar.  She was unfamilair, but she felt ... familiar.  Family would do that, right?  Just who was she?  This was something he had to investigate for the sole reason that he was responsible for this paranoia.  Responsible for the deaths of his family, was this someone killed during that time? or--

“Excuse me, Miss...” Itachi would approach the young girl with a hand remaining in a pocket for the time.  He was concerned about this ... but what choice did he have?  Was he the first to see her, or did Sasuke find her as well?  If Sasuke had found her, he would already know by now.  He was certain of it.

“The symbol that you wear is of the Uchiha Clan.  Are you truly of its bloodline...?”

[kageheir]

“  what did you want to show me?  ”

“A trick. The Sarutobi clan is known for their fire release techniques like the Uchiha clan is. And since your Dad is off protecting us, I thought that I should teach you a trick or two that’ll make it easier on you.”

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“  morons.  ”

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@uchirada

       “ agreed. ” he hated how everyone’s fights seemed to be so immature. he was here to be a shinobi, he wanted to be stronger, not debate genders and whine about who likes who. “ i’m going home before they drag me into this. you can come, kaa-chan promised she’d get me takoyaki for after class. ”

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❝ i’ll protect you. ❞

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@uchirada

       it had been like this since they were kids, somehow he felt oddly safe when she did that. teal eyes locked on her for a moment, unsure of what to say. it always seemed in his life he was the supportive one, always there for his teammates when they need him, but always left to shoulder his own burdens. 

       “ ...sara-chan, ” he muttered quietly, almost hoping she didn’t hear him. it’s like they were kids again, drawing on the floor together while their mothers drank tea in the other room. it was just the two of them, at least in his eyes. nothing else mattered. 

       “ i’ll be okay, i just need a bit. ” his hand gripped his stomach, a wound hidden beneath but he wouldn’t dare let her see it. “ i can heal myself when i have more chakra. ”