#blossominguchiha

"Oh, that. It's for an project."

               ”I could never be.” though it doesn’t go unnoticed, concern                that’s now washed over him. "Sarada…have I done something                to make you think this?”

"What does it matter to you, kid?"

                  “Not you too…” And it’s exactly like this. Sakura’s                    mad too. But lately it’s seemed like his daughter’s                    been the same way. All the time. It’s happening                      again.

                            “Sarada… Where did you hear this?                             Wait. Don’t tell me, just never, ever                             ever repeat that again.” Sasuke held                             his daughter close, shielding her under                             the poncho as he narrowed his eyes                             in thought on where she could’ve heard                             such information.                                          "It's... a very bad word."

Her appearance reminded him of a certain someone but he couldn’t quite recall it.  ”Who are you girl? And why does you smell so familiar?” 

Surprised by the sudden question, Sasuke was pulled intothoughts about his past- though it wasn’t like he didn’t think about it from time to time; it was just surprising to the Uchihathat his daughter would want to know…right? Of course, he knew she’d ask sometime. Placing his hand on Sarada’s head, his thoughts drifted. "I thought she was annoying." he spoke casually, thinkingabout the pink haired girl he’d seen around ever since hewas about Sarada’s age. Whether it had been the fact shewanted to be around him because of the other girls, or theyjust happened to run into each other- they eventually endedup being paired on the same team. Then he left them, andthey wouldn’t stop trying. "I met mama when I was around your age. Though… I also met her when I was thirteen, sixteen, twenty-three… and now.I went on a really long trip due to my own reasons, and for a while I hadn’t seen her, or uncle Naruto. I hurt them both…I also knewthey wouldn’t have let me leave. But you should also knowhow stubborn they can be, and how they never stopped tryingto bring me back.” The raven haired male looked out the window,smiling slightly at their past idiocy. Maybe they weren’t listeningto him, or they just didn’t believe him… but either way they were equally showing they cared."Mama never stopped trying, and…when I finally came back from that really long trip, I finally realized how I felt for her and-I saw your mother completely differently. And I began to feel unlike myself. But Sarada, little did I know, I was accepting I had felt this way for her since I first met mama, becauseI love her. Despite everything I’ve done, even to hurt her…she’s never given up on me. She was always there.”Pausing, he caught himself for the first time. Talkingso much about something, admiring those years uponmeeting someone so special to him… he wanted hisdaughter to know just how amazing Sakura was. "I found happiness, when I met mama, Sarada." Another smile graced his features, though he wasn’t even sure Sarada was awake to hearany of his explanation- he soon added;"But your mother is also annoying.”