Mitsusara, 14 :)
Thank you for the request anon:) Why do I have the feeling I know you XD but even if I don’t, I’m happy you made me a request<3
My bad. I posted this by accident ! I will definitely be taking this on! I’ll reblog when I’m ready to do this:)
MitsuSara #14 : Hey, I’m With You Okay? Always.
Sarada felt vaguely uneasy since Papa told her to be on her guard withMitsuki.
She recalled his ominous words as he softly tousled her inkbluemidnight hairso much like his own before she left for her mission with her team.
“He might have an agenda of his own. Be careful.“
Mama had smiledgently and simply hugged her close. “Be safe. And Trust your heart and your instincts, Sarada.” Then, she had stepped back and intertwined her fingers with Papa, his stern visagesoftening visibly at her touch, and winked merrily at her, “That’s what Idid.”
Sarada coughed out a reluctant little laugh as they waved her away. She was so much like the both of them, her instinct was to behave like both. Though she had to admit, it was difficult to be on her guard with _Mitsuki. _
His presence had become annoyingly familiar and necessary to her, to thepoint that she didn’t think she could imagine life without the vivid,amused weight of his silent, steady eyes boring into hers now and then.The thought that he could be faking who he was when he was with _her _and thembought a whole world of hurt, and a stubborn refusal to let go of the him she felt to the heels of herfighting tiptoes was the real deal.
Those warm, laughing gold eyes with prettyinnocentmirth in them, the softtouch of his palm as it met with hers in a spirited high-five, the way he never failed to brush hissleeves against hers when walking beside her, his casual, understatedintensity, the gentleness and muted protectiveness with which he looked out forthem, and her over and over again. The way he gripped her hands with ease toswing her out of danger or the way he deadpanned and Luffy’d around her andBoruto for fun. The way he was deliberately infuriating sometimes, and still, alwaysso in sync with her.
The way he called her ‘Sarada’ nowinstead of Uchiha-san.
Her fingers tingled uncomfortably, her stomach knotting with unease as shefelt the familiar brush of his sleeve beside her. She could feel the anxious flicker of his gaze on her and she decided she couldn’tlet him go.
She turned fully to stare intensely at him, slim brows furrowed in concern; clear,ink black storm-clouds in her expressive bottomless eyes, and blurted outbluntly, her heart in her throat, “Are you really with us,_ Mitsuki_? Or your Papa?”
“Huh?”
She slouched a bit as he looked at her in confusion, the dark breath of herbangs slipping forward and hiding sweet, sincere emotion in the inky depths of heranxious, ocean eyes, and still blundered on foolishly. “Are you going to leave us? Do you have an agenda we knownothing about?”
Mitsuki rested the softening melt of his gold gaze on her bent head, as he swiftlyrealized her concerns, and gently flicked her forehead, flipping away thebrightdark bangs to reveal the sweet-red beginning to fill her peach face prettily.
He reached to bring her forehead flush against his and chuckled softly,assuring her firmly, “Hey, I’m with you,Okay. Always.”








