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         Beaming at his mother, a grin involuntarily gracing the restrained expression. How was he supposed to hold in his laughter if his mom was going to laugh as well. In turn, Shikadai was just grateful she wasn’t pissed off like she was two minutes ago.

         Shikadai mimicked his own mothers sigh; what an understatement. It was humorous to think of the elder male in such a situation, stifling his laughter had almost been difficult.

           A small giggle escaped past her lips, chuckling at her son trying to withhold his laughter. All anger was gone off of her face, for the most part. Gently her palm would meet the top of his head, ruffling black locks playfully. 

          For some odd reason, Chouchou had           insisted she be the one to go and fetch           the young Nara. Honestly, she did not           understand it at first, then her dear friend           made the very convincing argument that           she was one of the more capable ones &           that she could be the only one to do that.           Why did she fall for that again ? There was           a small sigh, before the young girl ever to           hesitantly gave the door a small tap, tap, tap.           From what she could remember, Shikadai’s           mother could be pretty scary, however Sarada           did think that all mothers had that ability when           they’d wanted. Now, all she had to do was wait           for the door to open.

          Behind the door laid the young Uchiha, dark locks that resembled her father’s. Yet a face that resembled the pink haired kunochi in many ways. She was a sweet and smart kid, Temari was actually fond of her and didn’t mind her presence. Yet, the blonde was surprised to see her out of the blue at her doorstep. Still, a soft tone was given as emerald orbs gazed at the young ninja.

          “Oh, hello Sarada-san. What brings you here?”

         Upon her disapproving glare his resolve wavered; man did she know how to make him feel terrible about the whole ordeal.

        A sigh passed through the woman’s lips, arms crossing as she glanced down at her son. She could see that scenario occurring, kids will be kids after all.