#bsffweekd3

Rating: T

Genre: Hurt/Comfort and Romance 

A/N: Written for BoruSaraFFweek D3 - Wind 

Related to What Springtime Brings 

Sequel: He Loves Her

She doesn’t like him. She didn’t like him when they were twelve, she didn’t like him when they were sixteen and he left the village. No one was to know how she cried herself to sleep on the day he left, thinking back to how embarrassing it was that she had shed tears in front of him. Practically begged him to stay. Well, not really beg. More like, kept saying threat after threat, tears, more threats and angry yelling, and even more tears. How pathetic. An Uchiha. Crying and screaming for an Uzumaki to stay. Hold on. Haven’t we seen this before? No? Yeah, you’re right. We’re talking about Boruto and Sarada. This is the first time it happened, right? She doesn’t miss him. She didn’t look for him every time she would walk by Thunder Burger, swiftly do a double take on almost every single blond male she would walk by. Her best friend thought she needed a break and brought her to the beach. She didn’t think of his beautiful eyes when she saw the ocean again. 

Come to think of it, the first time she saw it was with him.  She sat down on the sand and stared at the twinkling sea, so vast and wide. The salty wind blowing through her hair. She closed her eyes and took in a deep yet shaky breath. She wasn’t crying. No. It’s been more than two years since he left. She had no more tears to cry for him. It’s not like she wished he was here. 

It’s not like she imagined he would scootch a little closer to her, nudge her with his shoulder, and she would nudge him back. They would go on for a while like this, laugh and maybe, she would let him when he placed his arm around her. She would let out a sigh of contentment and lean on his chest, because why not? It’s not like she enjoyed it anyway. It’s not like she wanted this. Nope. Not a chance. She opened her eyes. She was sitting alone on the long shoreline. The sun setting on the horizon, casting orange and pink light everywhere. She would have wished she could stay here forever. But what was the point if he wasn’t sitting here next to her? Woah wait. She doesn’t miss him. Doesn’t love him. Remember? She rose to her feet and dusted the sand off of her shorts and stretched her arms over her head, willing the tears back. She had no tears to cry. She had enough days of pouring out her tears until her eyes ran dry.  She didn’t like him when he left the village—and she most certainly didn’t like him now that he was back. She didn’t revel at the fact that he had gotten taller, skin slightly tanner, and his jaw looked stronger. His eyes, they looked just as beautiful, just as blue as she remembered. How silly for the ocean to remind her of his eyes, the ocean simply couldn’t compare. She stood her ground even as he approached, her posture showing no sign of remorse or forgiveness. But gosh. Tears pooled in her eyes and the way her lower lip trembled just gave it all way. Her treacherous heart beating wildly out of her chest and her stomach tangling into hopeless knots. When he stopped a few steps away and reached for her hand, she didn’t pull away. He held her hand to his chest and smiled at her. “I’m home, Sarada.” Salty tears fell down her cheeks and she could taste it at the corner of her mouth. Memories of her sitting alone on the beach came flooding back and her feelings came pouring out. Boruto pulled her to his chest and wrapped his arms around her, mumbling a string of apologies she knew he must have practiced and recited out loud to the wind during his lonely days. She cried. She cried for all the nights she missed him. Cried for all the days he missed in her life—for all the days she missed in his life. She cried for all the days she couldn’t because gosh, she knew deep down she reserved her tears for only him, and even her damn pride couldn’t do anything about it. She cried for all the days she couldn’t help pick him up when he was down, and all the days the rain poured. She cried for all the laughs they missed, and all the warm sunny days she knew he liked. Liked. Sarada doesn’t like Boruto Uzumaki. She wrapped her arms around him. “Welcome home, Boruto.” She loves him.

A/N: I intended it to be like Not a Date but I didn’t mean for it to be so... angsty. Pining Sarada is now my favorite Sarada. 

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This is my submission for Borusara Fanfiction Week for day 3. Not something major but still a little angsty. A little three part story told in tiny snippets!

Part 2 - One day

Gone With The Wind

For some reason she couldn't fathom, she has always associated him with the wind.

It was a windy day when he had deserted Konoha in order to protect it. The day he decided to be beyond her reach. The day he chose to be in the shadows.

Though, he never abandoned them. It was simply not in his nature. All the times they were in danger he would sweep in and save the day. He gained bloody scars for their sake. But he never stayed. They would share a glance, a silent conversation between them would occur for a brief second and then he'd again be gone with the wind.

Sometimes, Himawari would ask, "Why didn't Onii-chan stay?"

Sarada would stare off at far distance, her throat tightening but a wobbly smile curling upon her lips and say as reassuringly as possible, "His work is not done yet, Hima. He's asked us to have patience."

And there would be days when he be would here - in Konoha. Although, always keen on staying away from their searching eyes.

He was like wind. Right in front of them but yet invisible.

 “Are you just going to keep walking by my house or are you going to come in?”

There are days when she whispers this into the night, directed at the shiny moon, her now long hair swaying to the rhythm of the wind, completely aware that her question has reached him but also knowing that she would never receive a response from him.

She cannot see him, or smell him but yet have the awareness of his presence. It was like the wind, intangible but completely ethereal and true.

She waits for the day when the wind would personify itself and materialize in front of her. They day she'd finally be able to see him turn towards her and give her his blinding grin that she has come to adore more than she ever imagined.

She longs for the moment when she'd be able to gaze into his blue eyes without having the fear of them vanishing the next second.

She desperately hopes for a future that would hold these precious and sacred moments for them.

The day when he would finally stay by her.

The day he would not be gone with the wind.

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Since this story is too short, and is based on the Prompts of the Borusara Fanfiction Week, I'll be able to complete and publish it in the week itself.

Hope you liked it! (Even though I know that there's not much to like) 😅