This is a totally stupid way to interrupt the chapter, but SOMEONE WHO SHALL REMAIN NAMELESS just insulted Naruto... called it trash.

Twice.

And I was all like:

ANYWAY, BACK TO THE LING AWAITED CHAPTER!!! This one night be either short (Shippuden calls 😭) or long (if I get caught up)

So bear with me, children.

That was stupid, most of you are probably older than me...

ANYWAY. I keep getting off topic.

BACK TO THE STORY!!!

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"Tell us!" Boruto yelled impatiently.

"Chill, boy." Sarada-clone blinked at the pushy, blonde kid with strange marks on his face. "I'll tell you when I feel like it."

"Like hell you will." Boruto replied, gripping the kunai tightly. He was resisting the urge to lunge at the clone with it, but he still wasn't sure whether or not it would even affect her.

"Boruto, calm down." Older Naruto put his hand on his son's shoulder. "I understand how you feel, but you need to be reasonable."

Boruto sighed, then sunk to the floor and leaned on the wall. He was getting desperate. It had been two days, and they'd barely gotten anything out of the clone, meaning Sarada could be anywhere right now, and that made him... He ran his hands through his hair violently. Why? He looked up at the ceiling, feeling tears come to his eyes. Why did it have to be her? She never, ever acted like that before. Naruto sighed, then looked at Sasuke, who watched Boruto intently.

Boruto hurt. This was his best friend, and more. She was his everything. His entire world revolved around her wellbeing. He groaned. "I'm sorry. I'm being stupid. It's just... Sarada..." He'd kissed her! But he wasn't sure which one he'd kissed anymore. Since Sarada-clone said that they switched back and forth...

Sarada-clone watched Boruto silently, then decided that the original would probably want the truth to be told. To him, at least. "Boruto." He looked up at her, eyes widening.

"Yeah?" He asked finally, hope springing to life in his eyes.

"I was made," Sarada closed her eyes.

"Now listen." The man said. "This is very important, okay? You cannot tell anyone about me."

"I can't tell anyone about you?" Sarada-clone asked.

"No. Those are my orders." The man said. "Now, can you promise me you won't tell anyone about me?"

"I promise." Sarada-clone nodded solemnly.

"I--" She hesitated. "I-- was made by Hashirama Senju."

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Boruto sighed. He was sitting on the swing. The swing on which Sarada had first kissed him on the cheek was moving back and forth. He was staring numbly into the distance, admiring the pretty view. Shisui had sure picked an interesting place to build his safe house.

"Hey." Hinata said, walking over to her son. Sakura had followed her, and the two most influential women Boruto had even known sat on the grass beside him. "I can tell this Sarada thing is really getting to you."

Boruto looked at Hinata with an emotionless expression engraved in his features. "No, I'm fine."

"Bull." Sakura spoke, playing around in the grass, tearing some of it apart and making little piles of it. "You can tell us anything, you know that, right Boruto? I'm your aunt. I'll listen."

Boruto shrugged, staring off into the distance again.

"Boruto." Hinata put her arm around the swing and began pushing him. Boruto still stared at the floor.

Sakura pulled the grass together, and made more elaborate little patterns until Boruto realized she was making letters. "I get it, you're worried for her. Just like Naruto was for Sasuke. We all are."

"No!" Boruto told her harshly. "It's more than that." He stopped the swing and looked at Sakura. "This is something different. If it were Mitsuki... I wouldn't be feeling this way."

"How do you feel?" Hinata asked, kneeling next to Boruto.

"Like my world is falling apart." Boruto whispered. He looked down again.

Sakura looked up quickly, then her face broke into an automatic grin. She erased part of the letters she'd been writing, and started writing a different thing, using some of the letters from the original.

"I see." Hinata smiled widely. "You pulled a Sakura, huh?"

"'Pulled a Sakura'? What's that supposed to mean?" Boruto asked.

"She means that it ruined my life as well." Sakura looked up at Boruto. "No matter what I did, 24/7, I would always think about Sasuke. It was..." She exhaled. "Tough. Until Sasuke got back, I suffered. I hate it that you're going through what I am."

"Huh." Boruto whispered. "So what... what is that feeling, then?"

"See, here is where you're different than me." Sakura looked up with a twinkle in her eye. "Originally, when we were in the Academy, it was just a crush. Then when we were placed on a team together, it slowly turned into something more.

"However, in your case, you two hated each other. Ever since you were little. Only just recently-- a year ago, was it? You finally started getting along. Then I started noticing the symptoms between the two of you. It seems you've enheirited Hinata's way of expressing your feelings, and Sarada enheirited Sasuke's way."

"What is this all supposed to mean?" Boruto asked, lifting his head higher. "Just get to it already."

"What I mean is, you two love each other." Sakura's eyes twinkled.

Boruto fully stopped the swing. "No. No no no no no."

"Yes." Hinata grinned. "Yes yes yes yes yes."

"Hey Hina..." Sakura grinned. "You know what this means..."

"Oh yeah." Hinata giggled. "Byakugan!" She activated her powerful eye prowess, and giggled more. "Grandchildren! In the near future!"

Boruto blushed furiously. "Jesus, mom, I'm only thirteen. And no!"

"Yes!" Hinata wiggled her eyebrows. "Little Uchiha-Uzumaki's..." She giggled more. Which only made Boruto blush harder. Sakura just started laughing, and lay back on the grass.

"They sound so cute!!!" Sakura said. "Hinata! We're going to be grandparents!!!" The two of them got up and danced around wildly.

"Guys!!" Boruto groaned, blushing bright red. "COME. ON!!! You two are the PERVIEST old ladies I've ever seen!"

"Oh, we're not pervy." Sakura laughed. "We're just overexcited."

"Whatever." Boruto mumbled, standing up. "I'm going far away from you, pervy old ladies."

"GRANDCHILDREN, BORUTO-KUN!" Hinata shouted, laughing. "AS SOON AS YOU TURN 20!!!"

Boruto left the area quickly, but the blush he had on his face lasted all day.

Later on in the day, however, he went back to that spot and sat on the swing again. When he was over there, he looked down at the grass, and finally saw what Sakura was working on when the three of them had been over there earlier. It was easy to make out. The letters were huge.

~♡BORUSARA♡~

Boruto groaned, rubbed his face, a blush creeping onto his face. "Pervy old ladies..."

But he didn't stomp the message out of the ground, and he didn't scatter the grass. He left it be. Because maybe, just maybe, the message would come to pass.

And when that day finally came, Sakura and Hinata would be there to remind everyone that they had predicted this from the beginning.

So there the message stayed.

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Itachi frowned. "I don't like this, Madara-sama." He warned. She isn't ready for something like this... not for them.

"Why don't you like this? I think it's genius. A way for her to learn." Madara chuckled. "Should we give them their memories back? Ahh, that would be amusing, no?"

No. Itachi mentally said. No it would not be amusing. You sick bastard.

"Training with them would be an honor for her!" Madara reassured the uncertain Uchiha. "Don't worry about it. She'll be fine."

"That's not normally what you say when you make a teenager fight four very experienced, very powerful, and very dead warriors." Itachi spoke aloud. "Not what you say at all. What, no 'good luck'? After all, these are the Hokages."

Madara looked at Itachi sharply. "She will be fine. I'll make them go easy on her."

"I think you misheard me. I said a teenager is fighting four very experienced, very powerful, and very dead warriors. Also known as the past Hokage of the Hidden Leaf Village. Are you absolutely certain that she will be fine?" Itachi asked, voicing what he was thinking.

Madara looked into the arena. "She'll be fine." He repeated. "After all, you'll be helping her."

Itachi's eyes widened, then he simply nodded. At least Sarada won't be doing this by herself. He nodded again, then hopped into the arena. The Akatsuki were getting ready to move, Sarada with them. Madara planned to train her, then use her as a weapon in the War. Sarada was well aware of this, and trained even harder. It was beyond reason, and Itachi still hadn't talked to her directly. He wasn't sure Sarada even knew he was there.

He walked over to his niece, who was leaning on the wall, drinking water. "Hi there. Fancy seeing you here."

Sarada raised an eyebrow over the cup. "Ah, once a traitor, always a traitor, I see." She lowered the cup from her lips and smirked. "Nice to see you, Uncle Itachi."

It was true, Sarada was a remarkable actor. This wasn't play. She was well aware of what she was doing, and she showed genuine feelings for this.

"Nice to see you too, Sarada." Itachi nodded. "It seems we're working together now. Madara decided it would be best if you ended up with Kisame and I, as we can do a better job at protecting you than those idiot Akatsuki."

"I see." Sarada said, taking a long sip of her water. "Who are we fighting today, Itachi-jii?"

Before he could answer, four coffin-like things appeared out of the ground.

Reanimation. Sarada realized, eyes widening. She recognised the seals from what her father had taught her.

The coffins slowly, dreadfully opened. The first opened revealing a man in a red outfit, with long brown hair and a Konoha headband over his forehead.

The second housed a man wearing a blue outfit, with white hair and streaks coming down the side of his face. The Konoha headband was also on his forehead, and he was leaning on the inside of his coffin as the first was.

The third was a short old man wearing a strange, fishnet outfit. Sarada wasn't sure what to classify it, but he held a bowstaff and was also leaning on the inside of his coffin. The Konoha headband stood tall on the hat-like thing he was wearing on his head.

The fourth, Sarada thought looked familiar. Bright blonde hair, and a well built figure. He seemed to be younger than the other three-- way younger. He was wearing the Hokage cloak, with a Jonin flak jacket underneath, the Konoha headband strapped around his forehead, leaving his bangs to fall down the sides of his face. He was very handsome. Sarada would even go as far as saying he was hot.

In the moments that followed, Sarada finally figured out why the fourth one seemed so familiar.

His eyes opened, revealing the bluest pair of eyes she's ever seen, almost bluer than Boruto's, and that made her heart hurt.

Then Sarada scanned the other three people, and realized that she's seen all of them before. Their faces were carved into a mountain that had hovered above the village all of her life, so they were kind of hard to miss.

"Senju Hashirama" Sarada's eyes started with him. The man had opened his dark eyes and was staring at her. "Senju Tobirama." The brother-dressed-in-blue looked at her with a weird expression on his face, so she skipped him quickly. "Sarutobi Hiruzen." The short old man looked at her, then dipped his head, letting his cutting eyes pour into her soul. "Namikaze Minato." She finished with the blonde. He looked at her with a small half smile on his face, and everything about him screamed friendliness, but Sarada knew that he could be the most dangerous of the four. The laughing, bright blue eyes made him seem even less threatening, since Sarada associated blue eyes with Boruto and Naruto. "You're the past Hokages of The Hidden Leaf Village."

"That's right." Hashirama purred. "Now now, who is that back there?" He pointed back further away, where Madara was sitting in Orochimaru's old Throne-thingy, watching the whole thing. "Madara is that you?"

Madara looked at his old friend. "Hashirama. Long time no see." He replied solemnly.

"What is going on here, Madara-ojii-chan?!" Sarada looked at the four Hokage, then at Madara, then at Itachi.

Itachi winced, and turned to Madara as well. The Uchiha said nothing at first, glaring at his old nemises.

"Its simple, Sarada." Madara finally smirked at his descendant. "You're going to train with the best of the best."

Minato narrowed his eyes. "Why us?"

Madara looked at the him. "Easy. You four are the best of the best."

"Who are you?" Minato asked Sarada. "I feel like I know you, but I don't think I do."

"I'm pretty sure you don't." Itachi said. "Hello, Yondaime-sama."

Minato looked over at the Uchiha, and his face broke into a grin. "Itachi." He drawled out his name. "Look at you. All grown up. Ahh, Kushina would love this."

Itachi's mouth twitched into a smile. "Minato-jii."

"Uncle Minato?!" Sarada asked, head whirling from the Hokage to her uncle. "What is going on here?!"

"Who's the little one?" Minato stepped out of the coffin-like thing and examined the young girl. "Uchiha? My guess is you're around... 13. Chunin?"

"She's my niece." Itachi said, a smirk across his face. "Sasuke's kid."

Minato frowned. "Okay, my time is all jumbled up, but according to my calculations, Sasuke-san would be 16 right now."

"He is. I came from the future, along with your grandson." Sarada smiled. "Boruto Uzumaki."

"Whoa!" Minato said, eyes widening. "Naruto had a kid?!"

"Two, actually. Himawari isn't with us, but she's adorable. You would love her." Sarada said, smiling.

"Okay, is the touchy-feelly, sickening reunion over?" Madara asked boredly. "I need you guys to train Sarada." He stood up and turned around.

"Have fun." Were his last words before he left the room, locking it as he went.