Don't listen to the song just yet...

Edit, Feb 4, 2021: Hey besties, your girl is finally working on revamping this book bc I feel bad for the people that read it beforehand.

If you're just starting out with the reading, I would suggest you put it off until I make another edit here that claims that the editing process is finished. This story was mega-cringe, written by a 12-13 year old child and finished years ago. I'm going to be 17 this year. This kind of writing is ridiculous lol so I'm going thru and fixing what I can plot hole/cringe/grammar wise and in the wise words of Gen Z "make it make sense".

(Edit to the edit October 2023) hey y'all lmao so I only worked on half of this in 2021 so I suspect that the quality (if there was any quality to it) of it goes down significantly somewhere in the middle (?) but I wrote this like 6 or 7 years ago now and I'm in college now and I just don't have the energy to edit it again so like I've been saying at this whole time, read at ur own risk !! ty lovelies <3 idk why this fic has 400k reads honestly. that's insane. i'm embarrassed so many of you saw this but at the same time I love and appreciate you all very much and your comments still make me smile on the rare occasion that I drop by here 😭

I DO NOT recommend reading this during the editing process as MANY THINGS are being changed and will not make sense in the later chapters since I'm editing this book from the first to last chapters. Idk, put it on your 'to be read' list or something, lol.

I apologize for any inconvenience this may cause you- during this time if you're looking for a good Naruto Time travel ff I recommend An Inch of Gold By KuriQuinn  or my other book 'If', which is more well written.

"Sarada!"

The sun poked through the window, even though Sarada's curtains were closed. She sighed and sat up in her bed, rubbing her eyes. She stood, stretching, and putting on socks. "Today's Saturday." She smiled a little, sighing in relief. She loved her team, but they were a hand full that she didn't feel like dealing with 24/7. "Thank God."

She looked on her desk and sighed, glaring at the large amount of homework Konohamaru-sensei had assigned to her team. For some reason he, unlike Uncle Naruto's, Papa's and Mama's sensei, Kakashi, enjoyed homework, calling it a 'necessary learning experience'. Sarada thought Konohamaru really just liked bugging them. It drove her crazy, but they were mostly easy to do.

"Sarada!" Sarada's mother, Sakura, called from downstairs. Sarada's face turned in the direction of the closed door. "Wake up, honey!"

Sarada rolled her eyes and opened the door to her room to shout down. "I'm up, Mama!"

"Then come to eat breakfast." Her mother shouted from below. Sarada winced, before turning around and checking to see that everything was in order, just in case her OCD mother came up here to check while she was eating. Homework she'd need to do later was sprawled over her desk, but other than that, it was pretty clean. Aside from the bed Sarada never made, anyway.

Why's she doing that? She's normally never here. Always at the hospital working.

"Okay?" Sarada murmured, going downstairs and into the kitchen where delicious smells were wafting into the hallway. Her mother's medicine could kill a grown man, but her food was actually surprisingly good. Sasuke had assured her it had taken years of practice. Sakura smacked her husband over the head at that, making Sasuke chuckle. Sarada pushed open the traditionally styled sliding door and stepped in, closing it behind her.

There, sitting at the table, casually eating a tomato, was her father. It wouldn't have been a been a big deal for a normal family, but Sarada's family was far from normal. Very, very far from normal.

"What--" She froze and her eyes widened exponentially. "Papa, what are you doing here?"

Sasuke pretended to be confused, but he had a small smirk in the corner of his mouth that Sarada saw. "What, no hug?"

She grinned and ran over to give him a giant hug, which she doesn't do often. She pulled back, smiling. "No, seriously, why are you here?"

"Sarada," Her mom giggled from the stove. She looked gorgeous, as usual, her hair up in a tight bun and apron tied around her waist. "What day is today?"

"Saturday?" She said in a 'well duh' tone of voice. Konohamaru-sensei had given them the day off today, for some odd reason, but she wouldn't say she didn't appreciate it. Ever since the Chunin Exams, Sarada had been working herself into a coma. She had needed a day to sleep it off. (She snorted, because sleeping off a coma-)

"It is. What day of the year?" Sasuke asked, a rare smile on his face at his daughter's cluelessness. Sarada blinked in confusion. It wasn't a condescending smile, more like a knowing one. Sarada's eyes narrowed. Obviously they were trying to guide her to an answer, and acting like she was stupid wouldn't help her get there.

"March 31st-- wait a minute." She frowned in concentration. "Today's... My birthday?" She inwardly cursed, because if she did it out loud, her mama would probably wash her mouth out with soap- literally. So maybe she was stupid, she couldn't even remember her own birthday.

"Uh huh. Happy birthday, love. How old are you again?" Sakura asked, flipping the bacon. She looked up at her, beaming quietly.

"13 now," Sarada said, a little smile breaking out onto her face as she considered the situation. "Huh. I'm a teenager." She shook her head a bit, taking her seat next to Sasuke, directly in front of Sakura.

"That's so weird," Sasuke muttered, not sounding too happy with it. He folded the scoll he was reading, and his ebony and amethyst eyes landed on her. "My daughter's a teenager now."

"Yeah, no kidding right?" Sakura rolled her eyes at her husband. "Darling, remember how we were when we were teenagers?"

Sakura and Sasuke both shuddered.

Sarada now wore a confused expression that quickly turned to annoyance. She was left out, again. It was like an inside joke that didn't appear to be too funny. "You guys never tell me what happened when you were teens."

"Well, Sarada, it's not necessarily our favorite story to tell." Sakura hesitated, looking at Sasuke for help.

"It's not exactly pretty, either," Sasuke added rather bluntly.

Sarada groaned, tugging a few strands of hair out of her face. "I bet Uncle Naruto already told Boruto some stuff!"

"No, I'm pretty sure he didn't." Sakura chuckled nervously.

"I doubt the ursuratonkachi ever wants to hear about our teenage years again," Sasuke muttered, clearly remembering something specific. He shook his head.

"Hn." Sarada looked away and crossed her arms.

"Whoa." Sakura laughed good naturedly, taking her seat across from her husband and their child. "She is definitely your daughter." She commented, making Sasuke bristle defensively at first, before amusement poked through the stoic facade.

Sasuke cracked a smile and chuckled a little. "She is definitely a lot like me. I hope she doesn't..."

"Yeah..." Sakura stopped laughing. "Well, I'm sure there's too much of me in her for her to do anything like that."

"Do what?" Sarada asked, glaring at them. She sat on a chair and crossed her arms. "You're seriously frustrating me!"

"Oh nothing, honey." Sakura set a plate of bacon and eggs in front of her daughter. "Eat up while I make some more." She stood up from her seat and took a place in front of the stove again. Sasuke rose to help her.

"Hm." Sarada obeyed and stayed quiet while her parents talked quietly about a party later in the afternoon. She couldn't say she really liked that idea- she really just wanted to stay home and chill out with her parents, but when did she ever get what she wanted?

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"SARADA!" Boruto yelled, running up to his friend. She gave him a tight smile and accepted his small hug. "Happy birthday! Finally 13, eh, dattebasa?"

"Shut up." She rolled her eyes. "Finally someone even remotely sane that hasn't tried to pinch my cheeks or kiss me like Tsunade-baa-chan and Shizune-oba-san." She loved her grandmother and aunt figure, but they were overly affectionate at times. Grandma Tsunade cuddled her with no shame, occasionally.

Boruto laughed in reply. "How do you know I won't pinch your cheeks or..." Oof. He got himself right into that one. He didn't want to finish, making both Sarada and him blush, but he knew he had to or Sarada would suspect something. "Kiss you...?"

She smirked, avoiding awkward silence. It wasn't impossible to be unhappy when it was her birthday, and awkward silences certainly achieved that. Sarada wasn't the type to sit awkwardly. "Because I'll beat your arse if you try."

"Here." He shoved something into her hands and she looked down at it.

"A box?" She frowned in confusion at the beautiful white box. It had golden designs on the edges. "It's beautiful! What does it do?" She smacked herself. Nothing, stupid, it's a box. Boxes hold things.

"Open it." Boruto got a goofy smile on his face like he knew something she didn't. That smile annoyed the shit out of her. She resisted the urge to roll her eyes again - there was a such thing as doing that too much per day - and humored him.

"Okay." Sarada tried opening it, and when it popped open, a beautiful melody started playing. "Wow, Boruto," she murmured, staying quiet so she could listen to it. She gave him a giant hug of gratitude. "Thank you so much."

"No problem, Sarada." He shrugged into her embrace, playing his cool gift off. "It is your birthday."

Sarada pulled back and looked into her teammate's blue eyes. Something was different. Boruto would normally never give her something this beautiful without some kind of catch.

"Okay, where is it?" She sighed, mentally preparing herself for some kind of stupid joke. Her teammate was really too predictable.

"Where's what?"

"The prank you've been dying to do," Sarada bluntly replied, narrowing her eyes at Boruto. "Where's it at?"

"There is no prank." Boruto shook his head in denial. Sarada hummed, sounding skeptical.

"That's bull, dobe, I know you have something planned." Sarada said. There's something suspiciously perfect about today... papa was home, and Boruto's being less annoying.

"Sarada." She looked over at him. He was giving her a small smile, looking like it had too meanings- one, a reassuring one, and two, a white flag. He was allowing for a truce on her birthday. "It's your birthday. I wouldn't mess this up for you in a million years. Plus, I worked too hard to get my old man to give it to me that so I could give it to you."

"You got it from Uncle Naruto?" Sarada asked, smiling a little. She didn't usually call him informally, but sometimes it just slipped out.

"Yeah. Turns out, it was Kushina-obaa-chan's music box." Boruto shrugged again, as if this was nothing. "I had to beg pretty hard. But, the old man likes you and it wasn't that difficult."

"Boruto..." Sarada looked down at the box. "This is Kushina Uzumaki's box? Your grandmother's? You didn't have to give this to me. Seriously. If it's a family heirloom, this probably isn't something you should give to me."

"Minato-ojii-chan gave it to Kushina-obaa-chan on her birthday when they were little. Gotta keep the tradition going." Boruto informed her, thinking back like it's been a bit since he heard that story. "It hasn't really been in the family for long." He reasoned, gesturing towards the box.

"You can't give this to me..." Sarada tried again, knowing her mother would skin her if she didn't at least put up a good fight.

"Watch me," Boruto told her, then slipped a scroll out of his pocket and glanced at it absently.

"What's that?" Sarada frowned. The scroll looked official. It had a seal on it that skilled shinobi could break, but it would be hard for a genin like her. Maybe with time, she could figure it out, but it looked like Boruto already knew what to do. He was handling the scroll like he was holding something important, so he'd probably know how to open it.

"Oh, I found it in the Old Man's office." Boruto shrugged. "It looked important, so I thought I could make him mad by taking it from his office--"

"Baka." She said, then began cursing violently. "Why are you trying to upset the Nanadaime?"

"Do I need a reason?" Boruto snickered, stuffing his hands into his pockets. "He's annoying as fuck. Might as well return the favor."

"Yes, you need a reason." Sarada hissed. "Now he's going to be mad at me too! And don't you dare call Lord Seventh annoying as fuck! You're annoying as fuck!"

"Nah, he won't be mad at you." Boruto didn't even acknowledge her insult.

"How do you know??" Sarada whimpered. "He's the Hokage!"

Boruto nonchalantly threw the scroll up into the air, tracking it with his eyes, before catching it effortlessly. Sarada bit back a harsh comment. He was handling an important piece of paper like it was a toy. "And your dad is my teacher. So?" He asked in reply to her first comment.

"So he's gonna be in such a bad mood at the party... why are you so obsessed with irritating your dad anyway?" Sarada scowled, running a hand through her rapidly growing hair. She personally hated annoying her father, although it didn't happen often. The two of them were alike enough to get along really easily when they were together. There was just the gaping hole of ten years missed between them to make things a tad awkward.

"No reason," Boruto said, looking at the scroll in his hands again with a mischievous twinkle in his blue eyes. He waved it in Sarada's face playfully, allowing it to get close enough for her to almost swipe it out of his hands. "I really, really want to know what's in this scroll."

"Boruto, you idiot," Sarada warned, stepping closer to her friend, preparing to swipe the scroll. "Don't. You. Dare."

He looked up at her and grinned. Then his hands moved to open the scroll. Sarada's eyes widened, when she realized the scroll's seal had already been broken. Somehow, before Sarada found him, he'd broken the seal. He probably had a genjutsu over it that made it seem like it was still sealed, just in case he ran into his dad.

"No, Boruto!" Sarada cried, launching herself toward Boruto, just as he opened the scroll. Sarada lightly tossed the music box to the side and into the grass to not break it somehow, and as soon as she did that, a bright light blinded her. She was left with no choice but to grip Boruto's sweatshirt and hold on as the world spinned around them. Sarada had no idea what was going on, but she knew it wasn't normal.

Both of them screamed as loud as they could, feeling as though their insides were twisting around, and around and around... Sarada thought she was going to throw up.

Then finally, it stopped.

"Boruto?" Sarada asked, and only got a muffled groan in reply.

She realized that she was on top of the poor boy and got off of him quickly, settling and turning around in place.

"Geez, Sarada." Boruto laughed breathlessly. "You're so heavy!"

"Shut up, Boruto." Sarada frowned, then froze. "What the..."

The young teens looked around and saw that they are in the same spot they were five minutes ago. Except for the fact that the trees were mixed up. Not in the right place. All jumbled. The grass looked a tad duller, like it was summer in this world and the sun had scorched the grass. The grass from five minutes ago was green and soft, since spring was just arriving.

"How did this tree get here?!" Boruto asked, running over to touch it, making sure it's real.

Sarada went into the clearing that had at least four trees not long ago. "And where did these trees go?" The ground wasn't leveled the way it had been two minutes ago. This whole place was... different. Sarada had no idea what to do, but she had a feeling that they weren't in the same place they were before.

As shinobi, they were trained to notice things the normal person wouldn't notice. So the two turned slowly, taking in all the changes that had mysteriously happened in the five minutes they were knocked out.

"Something is seriously wrong," Boruto said, touching the soft soil on the floor. The two whirled around until they were facing Sarada's favorite hiding spot, the place they were at when they left. Sarada's music box was gone from the floor, but there was no time to worry about that.

The Hokage Mountain.

And there were only 5 faces.

"Boruto." Sarada started breathing heavily. "Where are Kakashi-ojii-chan and Uncle Naruto's Hokage faces?" She asked, her voice becoming high and shrill as she was punched in the gut with the realization.

"No no no no no." Boruto ran a hand through his hair, distressed. His blue eyes scanned the mountain, his head shaking more than once. "No, this cannot be happening."

"What," Sarada threw her hands into the air, subtly beginning to freak out a tad bit more.. "WHAT happened now???"

"The scroll..." Boruto gulped, mentally preparing himself for his beating. "The scroll said 'Time Travel' on the front."

"DOBE, ARE YOU CRAZY?" Sarada screamed, running a hand through her hair, a panicked gleam coming to her eyes. "The scroll said time travel on it and you OPENED IT?"

"Hey, calm down, dattebasa, I thought it was some kind of prank my dad was playing to try and catch me stealing his stuff." Boruto shrugged, looking just as conflicted and uncomfortable as she was. "I swear I had no idea it would transport us here."

"Speaking of the scroll..." Sarada jumped up and began searching frantically. "Where is it?!"

"Oh Kami," Boruto muttered, facepalming. "This is all so messed up... that is not how I thought this would go..."

"WELL NO DUH, BORUTO," Sarada shouted, continuing to look for the scroll. "Will you shut up and be useful, since you were the one who got us into this situation in the first place!?"

"We lost the scroll." Boruto said nonchalantly, like he hadn't just lost the key to their escape. "We might as well make due without it. But where are we going to stay? We can't go to Konoha. Our parents are probably there."

Sarada sighed, looking around. He was right, they needed to find a place to rest and figure out what was going on. "I think I might actually know a place..."